The Last Thing He Told Me - Prologue By: Laura Dave Narrated By: Nichole Peterson

The Last Thing He Told Me - Chapter 39 By: Laura Dave Narrated By: Nichole Peterson

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The Last Thing He Told Me - Chapter 32 By: Laura Dave Narrated By: Nichole Peterson

The Last Thing He Told Me - Chapter 18 By: Laura Dave Narrated By: Nichole Peterson

Dear Reader;Once I had a lucid dream wherein I was falling from a great height, just like Nicholas Cage in ‘City of Angels.’ As I plummeted earthward, I could feel the harsh air on my face, pulling my hair straight up with the force of my speed. At first I panicked, and a pure, full-body terror took over. I thought, “This is it. Prepare yourself for the impact, because you are going to die.” I waited for the pain, for the immense trauma of hitting the ground, wherever it lay, from whatever great

The Last Thing He Told Me - Chapter 10 By: Laura Dave Narrated By: Nichole Peterson

The Last Thing He Told Me - Chapter 5 By: Laura Dave Narrated By: Nichole Peterson

The Last Thing He Told Me - Chapter 5 By: Laura Dave Narrated By: Nichole Peterson

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Eight stories. Endless nightmares. Would you dare listen? Tune in to The Creepy Corner every Tuesday and Friday this October to original horror stories, all leading up to Halloween. They're available wherever you listen to podcasts. Until then, stay creepy. The Creepy Corner is part of The Corner Theater Podcast Network of Straight To The Point Productions. www.straighttothepointproductions.com

Nora Roberts BioSnap a weekly updated Biography.Nora Roberts finds herself once again in the spotlight for both her literary legacy and current controversies. According to AOL, Roberts has publicly denounced the recent wave of conservative book bans in Florida schools, calling the effort to prohibit certain books from libraries shocking and deeply concerning. This move has sparked both admiration and heated discussion within the reader community, marking her as an outspoken defender of literary

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Salutations everyone. It is October the 6th and our intention for today, I will practice humility acknowledging that I am always a student. I will practice humility acknowledging that I am always a student. I will practice humility acknowledging that I am always a student. And for the daily stoic, looking out for each other. It's in keeping with nature to show our friends affection and to celebrate their advancement as if it were our very own. For if we don't do this, virtue, which is strengthened

The book of Habakkuk is one of the twelve Minor Prophets in the Old Testament, likely written around 610–605 B.C., just before the Babylonian invasion of Judah. It is unique among prophetic books because it does not primarily address the people with God's message, but instead records a dialogue, or argument, between the prophet Habakkuk and God. Habakkuk expresses his profound struggle to reconcile God's goodness and justice with the rampant evil and injustice he sees in his own nation, Judah. Quick

“Impossible!” Psyche woke up to the sound of Aphrodite’s voice in the doorway. Apollo was just starting to pull the sun into the sky. Psyche got up.

I don’t think I’d told my friends I was the kind of girl who got keys through the post from law firms in Westminster about houses that were empty and mine, but they took it in their stride. As we piled into my camper - my tall and pretty as an angel boyfriend, his dog, some of the band, a few friends who’d been passing by - I remembered the last time I’d been there. It had been a day like that one, sunny and bright, summer coming. I was eleven years old; I’d been hanging about in the low-beamed