Murder on the Mountain
Ramona’s point of view “Darius, hurry up!” I yelled up the stairs. “Two seconds, Ramona, just grabbing my phone,” Darius yelled from the top of the stairs.
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Appalachian Mountain Murder
Ramona opened another book. “Look – the Appalachian Mountains are sometimes called the haunted mountains because ‘most who go there don’t return’” she read – concern clear on her face. Darius, the…
The River
The water is swirling dangerously around me as I fight to stay above the water. I hear the violent and deafening crashing of waves…. then silence as I plunge under the icy water. Now I’m being…
Tower Hill
We walk together down the overgrown stone steps, the bold weeds waving and weaving out of the ancient grey; colourful, present, refusing to acquiesce neatly to a sombre memorial spot. I like them…