Suzy and her friend Sarah live in Ager. Suzy will quickly learn that the Council of the Wise does not approve of her thinking. The Protectors of Freedom come to her aid.
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Suzy and her friend Sarah live in Ager. Suzy will quickly learn that the Council of the Wise does not approve of her thinking. The Protectors of Freedom come to her aid.
Read MoreThe painter sighed as he surveyed his newest project through the dusty windshield of his battered truck. This job, he thought, was going to take a lot longer than his original estimate. He reminded himself to never take another commission without first walking the ground. The area was mostly rolling hills etched with dry gullies.…
Read MoreOne summer night on the family farm, in 1975, a lightning bug followed us inside. My mother switched off the overhead light so my two brothers and I could see the firefly better. Mesmerized, we crouched to watch the insect walk across the brown carpet as the tip of its body blinked a random sequence.…
Read MoreWe like Autumn, Winter, and Spring. We like the way in Autumn it feels like each tree has its own fireplace, licks of flame dancing on the branches before they float down to the ground. We like the harshness of Winter, the cozy comfort of tucking ourselves away as the wind howls and the rain…
Read MoreA short story about two girls playing with dolls.
Read MoreA Lazy Sunday stroll by the lake turned into an epic adventure when Willy was attacked by an Ice Dragon near the Medieval Castle.
Read MoreMy father’s cigar-smoking, or rather its imminent threat, had caused our banishment to the porch. After supper, Dad had taken a cigar from his shirt pocket with the practiced deliberation of an actor. Mom, recognizing the cue as hers, stood and began clearing the dishes. “Marcel,” she said, “you’re not going to smoke that…
Read MoreRight now I’m sitting alone in my favorite bistro. A cocktail or two, some delicious comfort food, and possibilities, all lie in waiting. Nights like this call for red lipstick. Nights where, no one you already know can make up for the crappy day you’ve had. The ones where existential crises dictate the order of…
Read More“I’m going to throw up. I’m going to throw up. I’m going to throw up all over my wedding dress!” I said. “Breathe,” my friend, Monica, replied. I breathed. I didn’t throw up. It was past the time of morning sickness so something else was wrong. The woman in the mirror in front of me reapplied the…
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