Sunflower_I Drink My Tea With Sarcasm, Thank You._Jay Matthews and the Case of the Missing Inheritan
Catalog Guide:
Sunflower
Five miles in and I'm tired already but I feel the buzz of a new adventure moving through me. I set the purple backpack on the picnic bench and take a deep breath before opening it. Day 1 on the trail and I have a turkey and cheese tortilla wrap ready for me. Fresh food. Yum. I've already lost my appetite after two bites. I continue to chew, slower now. I look at the engravings and pull out my phone to take a picture. "Bill Bryson is a . . . " I read and then look down at the picture. That's right. He didn't finish. At least he tried. At least he tried. How many people give up before taking on...
I Drink My Tea With Sarcasm, Thank You.
It was a normal day in London, or as normal as it could be in a world where Snowflake Soul-Reaping Ghosts roamed free. The cloudy skies and the prospect of rain did nothing to dampen the spirits of the people of London, for they were always smiling. But these were not happy smiles. No, these were smiles meant to fool the ghosts, for in this world, the only way to avoid having your soul reaped was to use sarcasm as a defense mechanism.The Snowflake Soul-Reaping Ghosts were the stuff of nightmares. They were ethereal entities, transparent and shimmering, with intricate snowflake-like patterns et...
Jay Matthews and the Case of the Missing Inheritance
It was so cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The brisk air of London's weather chilled me to my core. I was a private eye, or detective in London in the 1940s, second best to a very famous detective. As I made my way to my building, I watched as the people of London rebuilt the war-torn city. Ever since we joined World War 2, things haven't gone well for us. Adolf Hitler, Germany's dictator, had recently knocked France out of the war and, in an attempt to knock us out, started bombing campaigns over our fair city. Recently, Winston Churchill, the prime minister, ordered an evacuat...
Mercy
“Mercy!”“Please, oh Holy Highspirit, grant your humble servant mercy.”His voice croaked as he cried out and his eyes would not open.“Where am I?”He tried to wipe the gunk off his face with his left hand. The right hand wrapped around the Book, and even if he tried to move it, it would not have moved.He blinked and the left eye opened and light streamed through, but his right eyelid stuck shut. This time, using his thumbnail, he rubbed the right eye and felt the dried gunk break free. He blinked again and both eyes finally opened.Fwww.onedoor.ccinding himself lying prone under the rocky outcropping, his memo...