“The Sunday morning choir raised their voices to fever pitch with another gospel tune. Slurring voices filled with thick drawls of the local accent. The choir a mix of young girls her own age, alongside elderly women, with a few… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share
“Most of her friends owned laptops and seemed to spend more time with their phones than anything else. Steffy kept her latest playlists and apps updated frequently. She was a member of what Peter called, The Gadget Generation. She could not imagine what it must have been like before such a time. The unbearable isolation that must have been present.… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share
“A ten-year-old Amanda wandering around the sights and sounds of a carnival. Trying to take it all in as such an event was much larger than the backroads of isolated territory from whence she grew up. She could not imagine this many people assembled in one place. It was made more disturbing by the fact none of them seemed familiar.… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share
“Steffy risked a glance at her fellow neighbors and townspeople. She often looked for kindred spirits in the crowd. None were ever found. Just… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“He was about to cross a point of no return. The place separating him from the imaginary line in the sand. The one society… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“The Farmer’s Almanac promised a cold winter. The coldest in decades. Andrew grinned, unaware of how hideously ugly it made him. Let the winter be record breaking. The year would be marked in infamy and not for the weather alone. He could imagine the headlines, mentioning it as the winter of death, as his spree was just beginning. It would… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share
“The Sunday morning choir raised their voices to fever pitch with another gospel tune. Slurring voices filled with thick drawls of the local accent. The choir a mix of young girls her own age, alongside elderly women, with a few men thrown in for good measure. The old ladies wore tight gray buns and librarian glasses. Could they have ever… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share
“The place was a truck stop town. Large 18 wheelers lined the sidewalks and cafes. Giant diesel motors roaring their exhaust into the cloudy… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“The man standing in the booth placing the tickets into her hands for the fun-house loomed largely in front of her with arms comprised… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“Jam jamming,” Meghan chanted in a sing song voice. “I like the idea, the feel. I KNOW what you are getting at. Where does… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“The incident plaguing him on this very night, did not have any relation to the jungles, the killing fields, the faces of villagers and… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“She wondered how many towns like this existed all over the country?Bucolic scenery on the outside, with its own private soap operas, gossips and… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“The thought brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. Winter evoked primordial feelings of seeking shelter and fire. The realization of the… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
