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“Moving Day” [Fiction]

March 12, 2021March 12, 2021 / Sheila / Leave a comment

There are certain kinds of magic that Amanda already knows how to use. Mirror magic is the best.

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“Essential” [Fiction]

April 22, 2020April 23, 2020 / Sheila / Leave a comment

The silver maple wasn’t used to arguing. Gossiping, sure.

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Who Are the Creatures in Your Neighborhood?: The Librarian of Dust [Fiction]

February 22, 2017 / Sheila / Leave a comment

The Librarian of Dust has been leaving you messages for quite some time now.

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Who Are the Creatures in Your Neighborhood?: The Screaks [Fiction]

February 15, 2017February 15, 2017 / Sheila

Screaks will scutter and hide the moment they hear someone step out of bed. You would, too, if you sang like a Screak.

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Who Are the Creatures in Your Neighborhood?: Sad Spot [Fiction]

February 9, 2017February 15, 2017 / Sheila

The old man held a shadow in his left hand. I do not know how.

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Heirloom [Fiction]

January 29, 2017October 18, 2018 / Sheila

“He told me I should call them ‘Triumph Blooms.’ You know why? Because they’re heirloom seeds, so they’ve never been crossed with another flower. And that means they’re pure. Untainted.”

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The beginning of the song held her rapt, as if she were bearing sole witness to the apparition of an angel who had mastered his delivery of good news in four-four time.

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Rory had been hexed once himself for a week in 1980. He shuddered, recalling the feeling of his tongue weighed down with iron chains.

“No-Repeat Lifetime” (Part 3) [Fiction]

The band played “What I Lose Now” fourteen more times after that.

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