I awoke with a start.

I was a bit hot and feverish, and I wondered whether I was still dreaming. I put my hand out and touched one of the boots...

 

I looked at her from the corner of my eye, she was definitely flustered but I could care less, she was their mother and the behavior of her children were her own concern...my problem was that they were most likely going to distract me with their constant banter and shenanigans throughout the entire church service.

I have been lucky to have had help with this story from two of Big Closet’s finest writers: Angela Rasch (Jill MI) and Emma Anne Tate

This is an expanded version of a story I posted some weeks ago and I have had a lot of help from two of the best writers on this site, Angela Rasch (Jill MI) and Emma Anne Tate.

This is an expanded version of a story I posted a few weeks ago. I am lucky to have assistance and suggestions from two of this site’s finest writers, Angela Rasch and Emma Anne Tate.

This is an expansion of a story I posted a few weeks ago. It also contains comments and suggestions from two of the most gifted writers on BCTS, Angela Rasch and Emma Anne Tate.

Anno Domine

The other part of our convoy arrived thirty minutes later, and I spent most of that time staring out the window and trying to go over what kind of story I would tell the police when they arrived. Garrett was sure they were not coming and that she said that as a scare tactic.

1. Departure

Once upon a time, in a small suburban town, there lived a teenage boy named Alex. He was a typical young boy, full of energy and always seeking adventure. One summer, however, his life took an unexpected turn.