Updated: Aug 13
Mystery genre for authors.
One early morning, as the sun shone outside, I heard a rustle of footsteps stomping up to my apartment steps. My four-year old twin sons had a little girl by the hand. Standing near the door of my kit
He’s so hot. He looked at me and said hello, opened the door. My heart melted. I’m too scared to say anything. It’s the third time this has happened. Obviously, he lives near here. We both get coffee
I have never seen anything like this before. The strength and madness it would take to make this basement look like it does. My thoughts are racing. Was this done out of passion, anger, frustration, o