He was always exceptionally good at hide and seek.
They say that news travels faster than light. This being factually incorrect, it is undeniable that news travels fast, which is why thousands of people had gathered in a football field at two pm on a Tuesday.
A short story: Just the breeze? Roger had never been more offended.
I was walking on the road, the warm polluted air hitting my face as my feet hit the dirty ground, when I saw something.
“This is the third one this month,” said Finnea, her pale cheeks were tinted red. “I've gotten one every Friday so far.” She showed the letter to Kenna.
Typo couldn't sleep. He tossed and rolled in bed. He tried fiddling with the temperature of the room, he tried sleeping with the blanket off and with the blanket on. He flipped his pillow over so much, neither side felt cold. Sweat dripped down his forehead.
It was exactly what they had said it would be. She stood in front of the sign. 'Wasteland: Do not enter' And under that, 'Population: 6'