My Stories

I walk through the dark, chilly streets. Even with the street lights, it’s almost pitch black. The tall houses of the immaculate street...

We spend the rest of the day doing nothing at home just like we did yesterday, except the my mother calls a friend of hers, Martha...

Chapter 12: “What?” I shout. “They barely searched the house at all. I have no idea why. They told me they were keeping her in jail until...

Denise drives me back home. Since I went to school in a different town and never knew anyone from Port Hope or did anything there, I only...

I stand there, frozen in shock, Betty standing behind me. “Betty, what the hell happened?” I demand, I know she’s not a murderer but my...