Broken
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
It took a lot of effort to get the fingerprints just right.
Martha woke from her terrible dream with the chills.
Murderer! Murderer! I thought I would ne’er hear that word.
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
Josie screamed in her helmet.
A sharp breeze stirred up the gutter dirt as Danny crossed the otherwise motionless street.
It was a dark and stormy night.