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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

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Pandemic

* A message received, was it timely or not? A whisper of fear and the shame that it brought. Rushing out wildly to lay in supplies, Both wanting and fearing the truth and the lies. * Was courage a villain

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Snow White and the Civil War, Parts 1 and 2

This is a retelling of Snow White, set in California’s gold country at the height of the Civil War. Two books were required to tell the tale. Locked away in her room, every word she speaks, every move she makes

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Plant a Garden, Part Two–the Fall Garden

I hope you got your garden in this spring and are enjoying its bounty this summer. This is one of my raised beds, which sprouted and bloomed pretty much as it was supposed to–except for my non-bumper crop of seven

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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

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