Connie Cuthbert smacked the alarm clock blaring on her nightstand. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly blinked and looked at the time, 2:42 A.M. Why was her alarm going off this early? With a huff, she flipped her pillow over to the cool side and attempted to fall back to sleep. A cool breeze blew gently… Continue reading Connie’s Slip
Looking up, he saw a brilliant white light shuddering through the old, creaky building. In slow motion, the steeple began to cave in, and the walls warped in and out of shape.