It happened before Miya even knew what hit her. On her blue bike, one windy day in April, Miya was on her way home from Steck’s farm. Becky Steck was Miya’s best friend. The Steck’s lived up the hill from where County Road H and Townline Road intersect, just around the corner from where...

For five generations the LeBleu family has lived in Nowhere, Virgina. Miya’s great-great-great grandfather had come to America from Normandy, France in 1801. He and his wife came to America by boat with three trunks filled with only their most precious family possessions and a few articles of...

“There’s nothing quite like the smell of new rubber,” Will thought, as he sat at the bar alone in The Blue Bike Shop. This was the third time this week Will had been in there looking for that one tire, looking to satisfy his desire; just like a true addict. Sniffing the crisp new rubber...

“Do Not Enter,” cautions the sign on the red door. John stood there looking at it, wondering what to do. The guy at the bar told him that the first red door was the fastest way out of The Blue Bike Shop, but surely he must have been mistaken. As John looked down the hall, there were nothing BUT...