The birds sing As I sit in stagnant heat Hands on still oars, And the lake mirrors the sky So ... [+]
The birds sing As I sit in stagnant heat Hands on still oars, And the lake mirrors the sky So ... [+]
The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the ... [+]
"Do you like Sunshine Bear?" Becca scowls down at her white shirt emblazoned with a smiling bear—at the long, bony finger inches away from her skinny chest. "It's Funshine Bear," she says. She ... [+]