‘Happy Birthday, Ol’ Sport!’ Phillip Edwin said into a looking glass, and, all but at once, his reflection beamed!

Horacio bowed his head. “None if it makes sense. We’re in position to make a difference but aren’t allowed to.”

Continue readingBlog Post #102: To Remain Uninvolved

Lauren stared at a sword tip an inch beyond her nose. “Eve, I’ve told you all there is to know.

Continue readingBlog Post 101: ‘Leg, please’

Ally stormed into a den. “Who opened the oven??” Devin and Johnathan glimpsed at each other. “Come now,” she said.

Continue readingBlog Post #100: Baking Sensitivity

Ethan marched around a stalagmite and through a bat cloud to a cave opening and peered into trees. Vines strangled

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