The store was packed like a tub of multicolored blocks. An oily, cheerful voice boomed: “Snowmageddon! Fire sale! Buy now!”
Walso felt uncomfortable in his ubertight snowsuit. Only yesterday they’d had the global warming celebration. Continue reading
This is a continuation of Strange Trio Redux.
The rain came down in the streets like an ALS ice bucket challenge from the heavens. Miss Hill shivered under the black cape.
“I hope this place isn’t very far!” she yelled. Ms. White didn’t seem to hear.
It wasn’t. After only a block of the cold water treatment, Ms. White stopped in front of a brick wall. “We’re here,” she declared. Continue reading
Seriously, who hasn’t heard the stories about the Gartoyli Beast? My father certainly had. Of that, there can be no doubt. Hadn’t he put a sword in my hand on my fifth year? Hadn’t he taught me how to use it well? That smug Alben. He could tell you. If he could get over being bested by a girl, that is. Continue reading
It stormed every day that summer. Sometimes it would deluge all day long. Some days it would monsoon in the mornings. Almost every day it came down like an avalanche in the afternoon. The roads sluiced with runoff streaming rapidly downhill. Fields were Continue reading