Daphne pulled herself out of the steaming pool. The boiling water beaded on her milky blue skin. Dusk was settling behind the line of trees in the distance, giving the barren white landscape a rosy glow. Steam sizzled and twisted into the air around Daphne while she opened and closed her fist, gazing at the last rays … More Colter’s Mermaid
Eleanor Abbot looked down at the pile of steaming mush in front of her and wiped damp hair out of her eyes. Ichabod – the black cat – glared at her from across the table. “I know it’s bad, Ichabod,” Eleanor groaned and collapsed onto a nearby chair, “you don’t need to look at me like that.” The … More The White Cape
Ronnie can hear the spokes on her bike whistling as she breezes past canal Zwanenburgwal. A fine mist hangs over the city, and the cold bites at her bare hands. With one hand on her handlebars, she breathes hot air onto the other. When she switches hands to warm the other, her wheels makes a … More Rembrandt’s Bed
Hazel’s stomach did a nervous jig and she attempted to smile demurely – and maturely – at the other guests, some of whom Hazel guessed were from the Frenchman’s artistic circle. … More The Real McCoy || Part II
Hazel counted nine chimney stacks as their car made it’s way slowly to the front door in a parade of other impressive automobiles. Hazel was suddenly distracted from the grand house when Dot whispered in awe, “There she is.” … More The Real McCoy || Part I
The Ohioan 