Light flowed in through the window, bathing half of Mary’s face in a warm glow. She awoke as she felt the heat on her face, and began to rise out of bed. She rubbed her eyes as most do and then headed for the shower. It felt relaxing to just to stand underneath the rushing … Continue reading The Lost Locket
A short Story about running a marathon
A silent night, but not a holy one. The darkness covered him from being seen while the smell of his previous prey had masked his scent. Out in the woods no one could hear the hunt, and that was the opportunity he needed.