Jack stared at the closed bedroom door before letting out a breath. The ringing words still echoed in his head. "I hate you," his youngest, Anna, had screamed. Now what? Race in there and either throttle or lecture her? He knew the books said not to do that -- but to be so disrespected by … Continue reading To the brink
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Through the Door (part 1)
She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally decided to walk through the door. As Arianna passed through the portal, a strange tingling sensation prickled her skin as the images ebbed and flowed around her. They stretched and yawed, becoming as elastic as gum, twisting, folding, and winking into and out of … Continue reading Through the Door (part 1)
