“Come inside Anne,” called Anne’s mother. Anne turned to me and said “I’ll see you tomorrow Zach” as she left to go inside. Anne was my neighbor. We grew up together and knew each other since we were five years old. Anne was a beautiful girl. She was a natural...

Lightning Striking The sound of the lawn mower hummed in the background as Kelley opened the windows in the house. The hot summer air mixed with the sent of freshly cut grass. Smiling, Kelley watched as Cam drove the lawn mower around in a small circle, trying to get the last stubborn weed...