Writing Through Stress

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Photography Friday: Butterflies

(Disclaimer: for the lepidopterophobians out there, as the title implies, this post is all about butterflies, so read and look no further!!) The moment I see a butterfly fluttering by — always a momentous occasion — I know that the best of summer has just begun. It just wouldn’t be summer without butterflies! They seem

Elvey’s Adventure: The Battle

Rachel yawned, and then said, “I don’t suppose it’s possible for you to take the wheel for a while?” Elvey smiled. Before he answered, Rachel said, “If you’re not really here, how can you be sitting here?” “I’m not,” he answered, “And anyway, you wouldn’t want to be stopped for driving without anyone in the

Elvey’s Adventures: The Detective

The thunder rumbled overhead, causing the plaque hanging on the wall to rattle slightly. At the same time, there was a gentle knock. Detective Rachel Hughes looked up, but soon returned her attention to the report she was writing. Another thunderclap. This time it did not rattle the plaque. The knocking started again. This time,

Elvey’s Adventures: Reality Starts to Crumble

Elvey and Hughes carefully emerged into the main hall of the police station. It was empty and, like much of the town, felt strangely deserted. Elvey looked around, shaking his head. “I don’t understand,” he said, “Where is everyone? Ever since the snare started taking effect, I’ve seen fewer and fewer people.” “Oh, they’ve been