“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… — 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 of iron muscle. She remembered the gray cataract that covered over one of his eyes and… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“Most of her friends owned laptops and seemed to spend more time with their phones than anything else. Steffy kept her latest playlists and… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“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… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“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… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“The Sunday morning choir raised their voices to fever pitch with another gospel tune. Slurring voices filled with thick drawls of the local accent.… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
“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
