He had had that dream again. He had dreamed about that walk and the ice sculpture many times. But this was the first ...

The words from the poem mirrored the scene in front of him. "Two roads diverged in a wood," he recited aloud. "Which ...

Dave had placed an add just the week before in the personals. His fetish wasn't the most obscure among those looking ...

This dream was better than waking. In it, his father took him fishing at Lake Oconee. They spent hours in their boat,...

This dream was better than waking. I was slim. Looked beautiful in the ivory vintage silk dress Mama had worn herself...

The dream was better than waking. I floated, all the past troubles seeming to dissipate before my very eyes. Luke was...