“In the desert I make a way, in the wasteland…” Isaiah 43:19
The future looks a little cloudy…
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty…
She tells him their strategy: they will feign an amorous mood and walk down to a patch of shrubbery on the riverbank.
A French cafe’ under siege! Is nothing sacred?
Certainly, this couldn’t be one of the dogs she was promising to kill.
He was a Da–aa–aay trader! One way ticket yeah…
“I’m the most successful failure in Nashville,”
Nobody writes like Jane Austin anymore
She was cursed. I could always tell. It was a malicious one, a hex that would one day erupt and bend her faith into an abominable death.
Can just 1,000 words earn $1,000?
How does a dollar a word sound to you?