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“Shadow Play” [Fiction]

April 15, 2021April 15, 2021 / Sheila / Leave a comment

The empty rooms inside Mrs. Morton’s house felt large and cold. The empty space inside her chest felt larger and colder, and filled with a terrible draft.

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“Sacrifices” [Fiction]

April 8, 2021April 8, 2021 / Sheila / Leave a comment

“You know what it’s like,” he finally said, “to have a fox show up out of nowhere and start talking to you?”

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“A Gift Most Wanted (Part 3)” [Fiction]

April 2, 2021April 1, 2021 / Sheila / Leave a comment

“I didn’t rescue you so you could go without marshmallows, Morry.”

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“A Gift Most Wanted (Part 2)” [Fiction]

March 26, 2021April 2, 2021 / Sheila / 1 Comment

Early on in his training, he spent his nights with other novices, scraping away at the low-life creatures that clung like barnacles to the edges of darkness. He then spent his days doing data entry.

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“A Gift Most Wanted (Part 1)” [Fiction]

March 19, 2021April 2, 2021 / Sheila / 1 Comment

As old as they were, gryphons sometimes had difficulty navigating the subtle undercurrents that moved the river of human social convention.

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Recent Posts: Sheila Johnson

“Shadow Play” [Fiction]

The empty rooms inside Mrs. Morton’s house felt large and cold. The empty space inside her chest felt larger and colder, and filled with a terrible draft.

“Sacrifices” [Fiction]

“You know what it’s like,” he finally said, “to have a fox show up out of nowhere and start talking to you?”

“A Gift Most Wanted (Part 3)” [Fiction]

“I didn’t rescue you so you could go without marshmallows, Morry.”

“A Gift Most Wanted (Part 2)” [Fiction]

Early on in his training, he spent his nights with other novices, scraping away at the low-life creatures that clung like barnacles to the edges of darkness. He then spent his days doing data entry.

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