“She’s the child music prodigy you all know and love! Please, welcome to the stage… Open Markle!” The thunderous din from their clapping hands and the incredible brilliance of the bright stage lights tore at her nerves. As her anxiety began to rise, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
With an imperceptible flick of her wrist, she produced a stunning amethyst-encrusted spyglass. Raising the device to her eye, she gazed intently through the lens. Reese’s panicked shout alerted her; almost immediately, Giselle dropped the spyglass and spun around. They’d been boarded!
Rose-colored curtains fluttered in the breeze. The open window faced a bright green lawn, split by a curved, stone walkway. The path led up to the front porch, where a mahogany double-door gleamed in the early morning light. Lying there, in the grass near the door, was a woman. She looked to be sleeping peacefully,… Continue reading Hekate’s 9th Key
Oracle Owl had many visitors. Even the mice and voles came to her with their many questions. There was one creature, however, who doubted her powers. A crow by the name of Eugene constantly disputed her claims. One way or another, she’d eventually be proven right, but that never seemed to bother the old, crotchety… Continue reading Oracle Owl
Lavender scents wafted through the air as steam rose from my mug. A tea of serenity, it's a calming concoction to soothe my inner chaos. I unfurled myself from the couch and lazily reached for my book, 'The Cocoa Conspiracy'. I've always loved a good detective story. I settled in to read about Sleuth Holly's… Continue reading Holly’s Reader
Continued from Mattoon's Bench The loss of her husband, Henry, left Rosetta’s heart in utter turmoil. It had been only three days since he’d suddenly vanished, and the entire town was desperate to find him. He’d been the Mattoon postmaster for as long as anyone could remember, delivering the mail in a timely manner, every… Continue reading Mattoon’s Bench ~ Part Two
The delivery date was surely a mistake. He tried to ask the man if he’d meant to write a different year, but the response he received was just as baffling as the contents of the note.
She knew for sure they were not the same man… a woman can feel such details, even if she is blinded and bound.
Saving two percent is better than letting them rot the entire thing. This solar system is our home, too.
A confident smirk played on Byron's face as he delivered the last, fatal blow. As their swords clashed, a brilliant beam of amber light spewed forth, knocking them both back.