Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Claire Morgan had spent years studying crime. She had a degree in criminology, shelves filled with books about criminal investigations, and an almost embarrassing ability to identify obscure murder cases within three clues. Her friends joked that if they ever disappeared, Claire was the person they wanted looking for them. At five-foot-two and barely over... Continue Reading →
Saturday morning was already hot when Jenna dragged the lawn mower out of the garage. Her grass had reached the point where it was less “lawn” and more “small wildlife habitat,” so she reluctantly accepted that yardwork could no longer be avoided. Halfway through mowing, she glanced at the house next door. Mr. Peterson’s lawn... Continue Reading →
I went to the grocery store for three things. Bread, bananas, and toothpaste. Three things. This should have taken approximately seven minutes, assuming I walked at a reasonable pace and successfully avoided making eye contact with anyone I knew. Forty-five minutes later, I was standing at the self-checkout with seventeen items. I don't know what... Continue Reading →
