In this must-read psychological thriller full of suspense, The Palace is a world-renowned ice skating facility. The competition is fierce, and the Olympics is the goal of everyone there. The coach has a strange method of teaching while the assistant coach must publicly back her up, but he calms the students from her harshness. If you are a fan of ice skating, you will love this book.
I’m snowed in (and cut off from civilization) while writing this. Thank you. Winter Storm Fern. What a name for a storm in the winter. Anyway, while I was outside in this snowy weather feeding my outdoor cat, I saw something that amazed me. I’m walking back and forth on my front porch, making sure to avoid a huge strip of ice on the edge, when I saw something moving through my yard out of the corner of my eye. What would be out and up here in this kind of weather?
A group of young friends are being haunted by a ghost who wants to give them a message but doesn’t seem to know how to get this message across so they can understand it. Graceland Cemetery may never be the same calm and peaceful place it has been ever again.
My encounters with birds have been few. Except for me saving the birds that have smacked into my windows from my outdoor cat, who probably would have loved to attack them, most of these encounters have not ended well.
Just as a lot of us have pets that we love—I have two dogs and six cats—many of our president’s have also had pets. Not surprisingly, dogs have been the most popular pets, but some presidents have had pets that just about anyone would consider unusual. In this article, you will find out about the pets of President George Washington to the pets of President John Quincy Adams.
What New Year’s resolutions have you made? Do you have any New Year’s traditions? What would you do if your baby was born pregnant? Is such a thing even possible? Would you bundle your baby up and leave them out in the cold to take a nap?
Christmas should be a time of love, joy, and giving, not a time of fear. But for those affected with certain phobias, Christmas is a time of unease and terror.
I woke up this morning with a mouse in my bed. A mouse isn’t something I want in my bedroom, especially not in my bed. Granted, it was already dead, and that is preferable to it being alive and running around. I’m assuming it was already dead when it ended up under the covers. And at least it wasn’t right next to me. Still, I will be changing my sheets today.
In what country do they eat KFC fried chicken for Christmas dinner? How would you like to be visited by a hooded horse with a skeletal head on Christmas? And then, no matter how much I don’t like them, we have spiders.
Nora Bird is terrified of death. Her parents died in an accident when she was just six years old, so she is obsessed with avoiding risk. Some would even say she is overly cautious. But still, she has a job with S.C.Y.T.H.E., the company that employs grim reapers.
