Daddy, Come Get Me

When a parent’s worst fear becomes reality, urgent decisions must be made. Discover the heartfelt struggle of a father racing to protect his daughter in crisis.
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Escaping Eden

Embark on a journey through a young girl’s eyes as she navigates a world beyond her sheltered upbringing, encountering unexpected challenges and choices.
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Don’t Win ‘The Raffle’

Uncover the secrets behind a town’s infamous Raffle, a tradition that sparks debate and nostalgia, shaping community identity for over thirty years.
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The Cow Incident

Explore the mysteries of a small town grappling with strange events, as families unite in prayer and community—to confront both challenges and the unknown.
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For Sale: Cheap

Discover a charming home for sale in quaint Bradenville, Kentucky. Embrace unique character, spacious living, and a close-knit community perfect for families.
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Who Are The Children?

“Hello, my class is taking a field-trip and I’m selling magazine subs—” I slammed the door in his tiny, stupid face. He might have been eight-years-old, and my reaction might have been cruel, but the kid’s gotta learn the world is a harsh place sometime in his life. Why not now?

My Ex-Husband’s Back And He’s Still An Asshole

When the window tapping began, Daniel grabbed the gun from the nightstand drawer. We both sat on the edge of the mattress staring at the curtains, drawn closed for the night. “Scott!” I recognized the voice outside calling my name. I’d never forget that voice. I took the gun from Daniel’s hand and told him to hide. He looked surprised and began to protest but at the look I gave him, he stopped. I must have looked so profoundly broken. Lost. Or maybe he saw something else in me that I didn’t know was there. A strength I was unaware of. Without a word, Daniel nodded, then hid. I crossed the room to the window and opened the curtains to face my ex-husband once again.

This Year Marks Another Shadow Spring

My grandfather remembered the last Shadow Spring, he told me it happened when he was just a boy. 108 years old and he shared his recollection with me as though it had happened in recent memory. He told it as spry and coherent as he’d ever told me anything.