Prince swirls around in almost perfect revolutions, his buttocks almost off the bicycle seat as he leans forward, his legs…

"Smell was another gift from my bike journeys. The scent of food would lead my face and turn me toward…

As the light rays reflected from a frame of aluminium painted in a hue of greys  My memory ignited like a flame   The…

The garage door clamped down, cinching like too-snug denim. A familiar echo signaled along with this thump of finality, obscuring the…

Bola’s heart beat against his chest like a pestle pounding a mortar. He looked at the track ahead and knew…

Hurriedly, she thought she rode down that narrow road Through the thick, white snow, toward the rusty pole "Three houses left till…

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Ready?" John asked.  "Are you ready?" Lara countered. "The house was bad enough."  "Oh, good grief," Darrin said, bending over to grab the rope handle on…