People tend to tell me that I'm a bit of a mystery. That I'm too secretive. It's true I keep a lot of secrets. There isn't a single person in this world that knows the real me. It's not on purpose it's just I tend to be a different person with everyone. Partially because I don't know who I am either so I constantly have to reinvent myself. Each ( Read more... )

The man who stole her heart was named Donovan. He was a complete mystery all the time, Even to her. He took her in, fed her, clothed her so she never let on how much he worried her. He would go out late most nights and did not come back till morning. One morning she followed him into the bathroom after he had come home. He was crouching over the ( Read more... )

 Astrid was different from the others - in her town and her school - and she knew it.  She had too much spunk for a girl in 1952. She behaved in ways that were considered unacceptable in her small suburban town. When she punched the neighbor girl right in the face, for making fun of the boyish way that she walked, giving her a bloody nose she was ( Read more... )