They traipsed into the pews like a herd of elephants. Someone dropped the kneeler to the ground before Fulton’s wheelchair was parked and with a quick twist of his joystick, the whole pew in front of them shifted. “Father really
They’d stayed up too late once again. Kelly fumbled with the alarm on her iPod; 5:30 a.m. or 5 a.m. She couldn’t decide and threw it on the bookshelf before crawling under the comforter. Tony clicked off the lights and
Kelly surveyed the cramped interior. It was even worse than she imaged; like something from a scene in ‘The Shining.’ There were red stains from floor to ceiling, and upon closer examination, a leg bone could be seen peeking out
In honor of NaNoWriMo I present ‘Third Person Thursday’. Just something different to help me in my fiction writing journey. If you’re so inclined, join me. I’d love to read about your morning/afternoon/ trip to Target in the third person.