Is Christmas the season of giving or is it a time of getting? While everyone but the most hardened grinches usually insist that giving is more important, most of us do need something in return. And it’s not necessarily anything…
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The Portly Pegasus Inn: Some Unexpected Trouble and a New Drink
It’s not enough just to enter Faerie—it has to be done at the right spot, or it would be much smarter to stay home. Of course, as long as people know how to cross, no one can stop them from…
Night Owl
* Micah tugged the strap closed on his backpack. Everything he needed was stowed there, all the survival gear his dad had taught him to carry. A flashlight, matches, a fire-starter cube, a small tarp, water, a compass, paracord, and…
Corbie
I don’t recall my nest very well, but I do remember falling out of it. My wings flapped, but I still hit the ground with a thump, right on my back. I gasped for breath, clawing for air, and finally…
Come Sail Away
Choice—it’s that most precious of constructs, and sometimes it seems like nothing but an illusion. But I do know this—even small choices can matter. And the first time I realized how important that could be was in third grade. This…
Welcome to the Cabin
Welcome to the cabin. First off, it’s important to remember that around here we get two seasons—winter and road construction. If you’re here when it’s cold, then it’s usually a good idea to keep the kitchen stocked with several days…
Blank Slate
Of all the seasons, Jerilynn loved winter the most. Granted, icy drafts would slip under doors and make her shiver even as she sat by the fire. The chickens still needed to be fed and the cows milked no matter…
Seven
Seven raised his head and let out a piteous meow. But no answer came from the room full of cold metal cages, only monsters barking from the room next door. Just a few days ago, his world had been made…
Going to the Moon
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…BLAST OFF! In the late sixties and early seventies, young children didn’t have to be taught to count backwards. We did it along with the TV, and as soon as the astronauts blasted off, we did, too, careening around the…
Kelly’s Christmas
Kelly rested her head on her paws and groaned. Her hips hurt, and she missed her pack mate. She hadn’t seen Toby for over a week. Her people wept and spoke of Toby in hushed tones. Why was he gone?…
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