“I thought I’d never make it out of there alive,” Jack continued. “I’d been in some rough spots, but that one… there was no recovery. No one would find me at the bottom of the Atlantic, alone with the clams and crabs.” “Oh, no!” Charlie gasped. “Remember what
Read MoreThe storm charged toward the shore, and Elizabeth knew it wouldn’t be long. Time could not be wasted. Still, she sat on the porch in the same place it all started.
Read MoreZim heard whispers on the other side of the door as he put his key in the lock. He stopped. A chill crept down his back like tentacles from an icy jellyfish.
Read MoreThe other day I was reminded of a story about Marty and Chris, two young entrepreneurs. They decided lemonade stands reminded them too much of archaic, outdated business models that made average homogeneous products (Ok, this is my version of the story).
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