Stan is having another sweaty, nightmare-filled night. He keeps seeing green eyes swirling at him. Gasping, he sits up; for…
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I’ve always longed for the stars, not realizing I was one.
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Fitness isn’t just about big muscles and strength. Can you see what’s wrong with my plank? I have zero curve…
Previous installment here Edward Silva Jr. scratched his bald spot and absent-mindedly ran his hand through his greying curls. The…
The waves rumble in, almost hiding the heartbeat. From left to right they ripple, pebbles rattle in their retreat, and…
Photo Credit: Original Artwork by Diana Carson-Walker “Stan, could I see you for a moment?”, the dreaded words rang out…