ulissa Ye relished all the comfortable little routines and quietude defining her part-time job at The Bookery, downtown’s last small, locally-owned bookstore.

The aftermath of the collision was silent and haunting. One car was on its side with crippled wheels spinning; the other was off the road in a shallow ditch.

Paisley Parker was the dark-haired, freckle-faced, green-eyed girl in Fitzhugh’s freshman English class who had said nary a word the whole term.

Through clouds of smoke, his blue eyes examined the ladies and gentlemen in front of him. They all looked hard at work, and he smiled at their naiveness, then chuckled, which turned into a coughing fit.

Miriam Bailey remembered how the sound of the car crash became incorporated into the dream she was having that morning.

It’s the same outcome every time. I should have learned back in school that I couldn’t win this battle. But ever since I first saw Pearl, she had a magnetic draw.

For some reason, his singleness drives his sister crazy. Even now, at forty-two, when the rest of his family and friends accept that he’s a bachelor for life, Brenda keeps trying to hook him up.

“This is the one with the four suspects – all students of the watercolour artist who was found dead on the floor after teaching an art class.

In a forgotten corner of the city, at the end of a nondescript back alley, was a small health food shop. It had been there more than forty years and was once popular.

Once upon a time, in a small village snuggled into the side of a wooded valley, lived a candlemaker.

Thomas stepped into the bar room. His clothes soaking, his hair flattened to his head. “There’s something out there,” he said. William turned with poker in hand, his brow furrowed. “What’s out there?” “I don’t know,” said Thomas.

Fluttering into the air, she stretched stiffly and looked over the suburban garden. Her breath steamed in the air. “One more day,” she said brightly.

Eventually, some of the bravest voles offered to join Mr. Vole, and they formed a secret club which they called the 'Resistance.'

The killer should be here." Jerry tapped the screen with a knuckle. "But he's not.

The abandoned subway was the subject of an urban myth: the Ghost Train. There were many versions of the tale. They often involved witches, ax-murderers, faeries, or sometimes a combination of the three.