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Social Media–Gettr done

It’s a new year, and I’m going to try something new, even though this involves writing a post on a topic I thought I was done with–social media. But hey, time moves on, things change, and all that. Twitter has

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Christmas Pageant

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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Kai’s Gift

Kai growled and threw his guitar pick as hard as he could. Then he sighed. It was his last one. Using considerably more care than he’d shown to the pick, he set his guitar gently in its case, taking a

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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

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Tribute

“Everyone must pay tribute to the King,” I declare to the older lady who hovers nearby. I had given her a rare gift—an unexpected truth—but caution still wars with generosity in her faded blue eyes as she clutches her purse.

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Battle for Olympus

The trouble had started, as it so often did, with a dragon. The mighty Draco was rarely satisfied, whether it be gold, jewels, or conquest, and it had lurked in the same lonely grotto for longer than any human could

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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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