H. L. Walsh

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The Faithful Sentinel
The pear tree loved its spot on the top of the hill. It had lived its whole life on the top of that grassy rise. But as the vibrations reached down to the very tips of its roots, it remembered every year it had been there.
By H. L. Walsh4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Ghost Light
"'Go camping,' they said. 'It'll be fun,' they said," Brian grumbled to himself. Now, they were hunkered down behind a counter in a strange building, trying not to have their heads blown clear off their shoulders by a sharpshooter. Brian was having a ball.
By H. L. Walsh4 years ago in Fiction