The knight continued his long march through the forest. He was beginning to feel desperate and even more so worried. The forest was dark and dense he wondered if anyone to survive in it for long.
By Jill Mecham2 years ago in Fiction
Hunched over gasping for air, I shook with frustration. My emotions got the better of me again and I lost the rhythm of my pace. I couldn't make my running goal.
By Jill Mecham2 years ago in Motivation
“Why?” “You’re my favorite.” Sammy gripped the edge of the table. “Why?” she asked again. “Honestly, why, why, why? Aren’t you tired of asking that? I’m tired just listening to you,” Simon said with an exaggerated sigh.
By Jill Mecham5 years ago in Criminal
