This is a story about a boy who lost his ability to hear at a young age. It was written by my granddaughter who has been hearing impaired since birth.  Wimberley's “It’s snowing,” Henry mutters. He’s

I messed up when I tried to post this the first time, so this is a rewrite. Sorry, new here and learning.                                                              The Mistress  Just home after

This is a little short story I recently wrote for a college course I was taking: <a target='_BLANK' href=' src='