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Migration
The days are growing shorter, and I can feel the chill in the wind. It is the unrelenting turn of nature that comes at the same time every year and brings the cold airstream of seasonal change. Soon I’ll ascend to the sky and make my way across the earth to the safety and warmth of Panama. It is a dangerous trip, but I’ve made it before, and my unerring instincts will take me back to my winter home, where I’ll dip into the nectar of abundant flowers. But first, I must increase my weight. Three grams will not get me from my home in my southern Canada meadow across the Gulf of Mexico to Panama....
The Castle of Mysteries
Before Ivy nearly got devoured by a ferocious three-headed tiger, her day was going great. Penny Heywood had invited her along with most of the witches and wizards in the village to her castle for a Halloween feast. Unfortunately, the castle was very confusing, especially on Halloween. You could enter a room near the main entrance and end up on the roof. It didn't help that all the horrific creatures of Halloween had lived there, so they wouldn't bother the regular humans. Despite being a witch, and having the ability to cast spells and fly on broomsticks, Ivy couldn't help but think that norm...
Act of Freedom
If you have the talent and the mind to join us, this will be your chance to achieve your dream…The words of the group of performers echoed in her head as fifteen-year-old Julia gazed at the show poster that they had sent. The group of travelling performers, who came once every season to their village, putting on shows of fantastical stories for the children, has, forwww.onedoor.cc the first time in twenty years, invited people to join them! Ever since she was little, Julia always loved their shows. The sight of the actors performing—their passion, their joy, and their stories, make her feel so alive! If sh...
That's what families do
“Murph! Murph! Wake up!” I gently nudged my little brother as he lay snoring under the plush throw on our large couch. He groaned, and wouldn’t open his eyes.I hit him with the velvet throw pillow from the end of the couch. “Get up, dummy.” He opened his eyes, and growled, “I was having a pretty good dream. What do you want?”“Your nephew is on his way over for us to take him shopping for his Halloween costume,” I said as I picked dishes he left on the coffee table the night before.My brother apparently had slept on the couch again last night. We all have some insomnia in our family, but Murphy...