My mind reels with possibilities of how to escape this place. I can’t let her know my plans. Sarmira has taught me a lot about dark magic these past years. It became more prolific when I turned thirteen. That was nearly five years ago. My birthday is coming up this summer. I don’t want to …
I catch him glance at me before he looks away. My first instinct is to free him, but I know that isn’t an option. Besides, my mother would skin me alive, and feed the leftovers to the dogs. “So, you see,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts. Her words make me cringe. “We have …
It’s been two weeks since my lessons with Sage. Her absence has me worried. “Hand me that jar of crow feathers, Maura.” My mother points to the shelf against the wall. I hate being in her witchy work area below the house. It smells musty. Plus, I sense death. Like as though she has secret …
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It’s another ordinary day, in the same ordinary city, at the same ordinary coffee shop, when I see her. The mundane rhythm of an everyday chain broken. She has her back to me, but I know it’s her. I recognize that backside anywhere. I stare at her in awe, as people push through the doors …
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Chapter 2 It isn’t long after breakfast the next morning that we hear Mrs. Bradly say, “Your ride is here, kids. Clean up, quickly, please. I don’t want the driver to come to the door.” My brother looks at me with disappointed eyes. “It’s going to be fine, Kyle. You’ll see.” I try …
This is the third year without my husband Thom by my side. The third year without Christmas morning and the third year without the kiss under the mistletoe bringing in the new year. It’s the first day back to school and the third year without my husband helping with the chaos of getting the …
Stella’s Story Memories haunt me daily when I think about this time of year. We were on our way to my aunt’s house for Christmas. She had a baby, and I was so excited to see him for the first time. I had picked out the perfect outfit at the department store in town. Mother …
Shade in the Shadows I remember it as if it were yesterday: *** Walking back to my campsite at dusk, I hear a noise behind me. It doesn’t sound like a growl, but rather a hiss from a snake. I choose to ignore it and continue onward down the trail leading to our campsite. The noise …
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