In the summer of 1984, a country policeman was selected to play cricket for Australia. And this is what happened.
The first three men came stumbling into town shortly after ten a.m., babbling of dark shapes and eerie screams and their missing buddy Scott and their other buddy Tim, who set out from their campsite before dawn to get help.
He had not allowed for the weight. The cold he anticipated, the water’s sluggish buoyancy, this too he considered.
The first time the witch asked Marynka to bring her a heart, she had just turned thirteen.
Are you born to be something, or is it your childhood that shapes who you become?
There aren’t many rules of singlehood, but I have made a few for myself in the two (if anyone asks, but really it’s four) years in which I’ve been single.
THERE WAS A STONE under my right buttock, but I didn’t want to move.
Tim Goode grabbed the edge of the desk and pushed his padded chair away from the radar console, rolling it forward and back, bleeding off nervous energy while he took a scant moment to study the electronic blip moving northeast.
Matthew Butler cocked his head to one side, considering the big-boned blonde in front of him.
The dead man lived up the hill. We could have walked, if the world wasn’t ending and we didn’t have to bring him back.
The year Marcie Gill turned ten, three mysterious things happened.
When I got to the gym for basketball tryouts tonight, I counted twenty-eight kids. That meant twenty kids would make one of the two teams, and everyone else would get cut. So I liked my odds.
Max looked at his watch for the umpteenth time since they’d left home. ‘Do you really think this is a good idea?’...