He slept in the basement.
She felt many things. There were too many thoughts in her head that she had to write them down.
On a cold Saturday evening, the being called Death stalked his latest quarry.
The first time she felt it happen it was with fire.
The guard moved ever so slightly to the side so as to block the sun from her eyes.
It was supposed to be a good day.
A magical day.
A boy sat in the corner watching the old man work. He spent all day and all night pecking away at his typewriter.
He didn’t fear anything.
I saw a shadow on the stairs.
