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
Hermione Granger tapped her toe and shifted the books in her arm. It was 9 o’clock already by her watch, yet, the Monomouthshire Public Library’s little green door stood stubbornly shut. At ten years old, the bushy-haired, buck-toothed, brown-skinned girl was the youngest of the three people waiting to get inside. From behind her, Hermione heard … More Hermione Granger and the Public Library
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
The third and final installment of The Christmas Caper: read the first, second, and other Fiction Fridays here! Happy Christmas! The plan to use Tree as a perch to spy on and stop the intruder’s inevitable attempt on the kitchen’s goodies was swiftly put into action. After carefully calculating the distance between herself and her … More Molly & Marmalade || The Christmas Caper (The End!)
Molly’s news that an intruder was planning to burglarize countless neighborhood homes was distressing. That Molly reported the thefts of all food in these homes was to take place tonight, was cataclysmic. … More Molly & Marmalade || The Christmas Caper, cont.
Marmalade swatted lazily at the lower boughs of Tree for good measure.
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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
Albert was very grumpy on this particularly bright Sunday afternoon; of course, Albert was grumpy most days but this day was especially grim. … More Harry Potter and the Pallas’s Cat
One paw in the air, Marmalade stood absolutely still waiting for another sign of the visitor. Her first thought was to run and hide immediately. … More Molly & Marmalade || Whiskers in the Window
The Ohioan 