Tara dropped into the Globorian embassy without a sound. Houston was still reeling from the effect of Hurricane Harvey a year before, and the city was having a hard time getting back on its feet.
It took the rest of the evening to deconstruct the laser weapon and load it onto trucks for transportation to Tara’s base in France.
Debra made her way into her mother’s cell after the horde of aliens fled toward the battle.
Anna cannot escape death. It follows her everywhere. First with her aunt, then her father, and now her best friend Katie has died after a long battle with cancer.
Samantha followed me out of class and down the hall. I turned to her, trying not to reveal the venom I felt for her.
She’d better not be lying to me. She’d better not be lying to me. She’d better not be lying to me.
My eyes ping-ponged between Samantha and Katie. I hoped that Samantha didn’t notice, but her eyes went wide, and I could see that she noticed me looking at Katie.
The butcher turned away from his meat slicer toward the counter. He had a hair net holding his long beard like a bib, and thick glasses that made his eyes beady and dark.
The instructions Hilda gave us said that we needed thistle, barley, chicken broth, eggs, and newt eyes.
It was well after dawn by the time I returned back home. I parked Samantha’s car around the block and walked to my house.
Mom’s car was not in the driveway when I got home, which meant she wasn’t home from work yet. I left the car just how I’d found it in the driveway then snuck back into the house.
The old woman’s house was smaller on the inside than it had been on the outside, which I didn’t think was possible.
