A Dragon Sized Surprise_Gift of the Forest_The Correct Question_The Head Librarian
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A Dragon Sized Surprise
“Tick-tock!” Katie sat up in her bed, eyes wide. She had the most peculiar dream about a dragon…the same one she had all the time…oh well. She shook her shoulders, reminding herself it was morning. She looked around her room, Katie’s bedroom was filled with half-finished paintings and rickety old easels. She loved to paint, but never had inspiration. She stood up, out of bed, and looked in the mirror. Katie had shoulder-length dark brown hair with lavender highlights. She pulled on a gray T-shirt, jeans, brushed her hair out, and decided that was enough. Katie didn’t really care how she looked...
Gift of the Forest
"I'm back, Miss Myrtle!" Wisteria calls cheerfully as she pushes open the wooden door of Myrtle's cottage, mindful of the overflowing basket on her arm. She's spent the afternoon in the forest that surrounds the cottage, foraging for supplies for Myrtle, as she has done every day since her parents gave her to Myrtle as an apprentice, many moons ago. Myrtle, the nearby town's herbalist and apothecawww.onedoor.ccry, comes out of her smoky kitchen to greet Wisteria, wiping her hands on her apron. She is well advanced in years, but her step is sprightly and her eyes are bright and sharp. "It's good to have you ...
The Correct Question
A young woman entered the shop with interest, trailed by another who was intensely watching her phone. It looked nothing like any of the other shops they frequented; there were no beaded curtains, no macabre decor, no neon signs in the windows. But this one had just suddenly popped up on her daily newsfeed, and she always wanted to visit a new one. The mass of bells hung in wreathes on the door, some clearly older than others, announced their arrival and a very normal-sounding woman called out that she’d be there in a moment. The cat in the bay window, not even a black one, didn’t react at all...
The Head Librarian
Mrs. Audrey Lambert adjusted her steel-gray bun and nudged her glasses a little bit farther up her nose as she unlocked the library doors and marched resolutely inside to begin the day. As she arrived at her desk and stowed her purse in its designated drawer, her gaze lingered for a moment on the nameplate sitting on the edge of her desktop:Audrey Lambert Assistant LibrarianShe made an almost-imperceptible tsk noise.Mrs. Lambert headed over to the overnight book return slot and began sorting through the books. Overhead, the beating of very large wings thundered across the rafters, followed sho...