“Alopecia areata, he thought, running a hand over his smooth scalp. His pale skin looked sickly in the light of the fluorescent lamp above the mirror. Unexplained hair loss.” — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“thick trees stood on either side of the wide front door. A thick stone wall, nearly as tall as Shane’s father, protected the whole property. “What do you think, kid?” his father asked as he parked the car in the long driveway. “Is it a castle?” Shane asked. His mother let out a pleased laugh, and his father shook his… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“The first thing Rick noticed was the lack of noise. No birds sang in the trees. No squirrels ran across the yard.” — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“The music washed over Shane as he stepped into a dimly lit space. Thick rugs covered the floor, and stacks of written music were… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“nasty, priggish colonel.” “How did you kill him?” Frank asked, looking up into Jack’s eyes. “I twisted his head off his neck, I did,”… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“Words are power. And a few have the ability to end lives. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. This is true,… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“The many joys of leadership, he thought, chuckling. “What’s funny?” Larry asked, looking at him. “Just thinking of the parents,” Mitchell replied. Larry rolled… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“Don’t be mad at Dave because Marilyn’s dead, Mitchell scolded himself. He means well. One of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard him say,… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“Northfield Free Academy, there was a long and proud tradition of seniors who attempted to do the seemingly impossible. In 1972, the senior class… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“She doesn’t like ducks,” Shane said, nodding. “I’ve seen a couple of dead ducks before my dad fishes them out. He says they died… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“Bruce, what’s going on?” Larry asked when he picked up. “You need to come here,” Bruce said. “You need to come over to Deer… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
