Pipp: Week 2

Pipp: Week 2

Little did Heather know what good food and a night’s sleep could do to someone. Or something. The next morning had barely passed when shrilling but quiet screeches woke up everyone in the house. Pipp was up and about, head sticking above the top of his box...
Pipp: Week 1

Pipp: Week 1

West Hills. Why did it have to be West Hills? Heather trudged down the dirt and gravel path that led out of the main section of Ellowwood. A twenty-pound bag of wheat was in her arms, having been tasked to deliver it to an elderly couple out on the west side of town....