The summer nights in Everett had grown unnaturally quiet. Streetlights flickered like dying fireflies, and the usual...
Campfire Stories
The fire had burned low enough that the flames no longer danced—they watched. That’s what Marcus said,...
Gather ’round a little closer. The fire’s spitting sparks tonight, and the wind’s carrying that dry pine...
Gather close. The fire’s low tonight, just enough glow to see each other’s faces but not much...
