@irivera, as a fellow writer, I agree with the others, definitely post your short story at some point. When we have something to share, we share it. You’re a good writer and story teller. Folks here always want more of that.
It’s not here, but I found a way to put a short piece I wrote a few years back for a worth contest into one of my stories. I made it a writing assignment for a high school character. Jonah is an artist, but maybe one of the trips could be the author of your other piece if it’s not too long.
Oh, one aside. Typically Francis is the masculine version and Frances the feminine version of the name. My older daughter’s middle name is Frances, as was her great-grandmother’s.
I believe child services has a mind of its own and logic is not present.
A better chapter for Jonah. I hope there’s a reconnect with James in his future. Something tells me James the elder will search for James the younger.
Well, gee, mom and dad, we told you not to look!
Apparently, parents can't follow directions either. Yes, things could get interesting going forward. Devin better tell his paternal figures they had to spill the beans, rather than letting Mac's family surprise them with it.
Perhaps not the best word to describe such a store, but it obviously made the point.
It could have been worse, like Alabama or West Virginia. Or any of the states without a large city:
According to available data, states like Delaware, Maine, Vermont, West Virginia, and Wyoming are considered to have the "smallest largest cities" as they each lack a city with a population exceeding 100,000, meaning their largest city is comparatively small compared to other states.
We have one cat that likes to hide from her "siblings," when she isn't aggravating them. You think after a few years, one would discover all her hiding places. Not so.
Thanks!!
I moved things around so much to try and line everything up with the overall timeline, missed one. I had that earlier at college initially, but didn’t get it in synch with law school. Will be fixed. Thanks.
I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
The Beatles - 1967
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Later that day, Mrs. Drummond was flummoxed because she couldn't find Elisa's phone number or address anywhere. She tried the detective, who once again refused to share the information, not wanting to invade Lis' privacy.
She thought, 'If the cops won't help, the paper might.'
Sunday morning, Lis