6 June, 1816 Dear Diary, Snow today, in June of all things. I fear the world is out of joint. The constant frost of the last five days has left our summer crops nothing but wilted sprigs of brownish green. … Continue Reading
Dead Annie had just been Annie back when the man on the webPaper said, “Need cash? Make up to $25 an hour, no experience necessary. Sheridan Design needs you! Bring this ad and enjoy our free buffet!” Annie knew the… Continue Reading
The wind pushed Kana so hard that she could barely walk. It took all the strength her thin boney arms had to keep her umbrella above her head. On windy days like today it felt more like she was living… Continue Reading