Murder at Great Cedar_I Knew Better_Green-Eyed Jack_Homer's Tales and Toys
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Murder at Great Cedar
The abrupt upward motion caught Irma’s attention. Ta-DAH! The man in the ballcap stood with his right arm extended, frozen after the act, blade reflecting the stark light of the streetlamp. His cap, embroidered with a single letter representing some sports team, was angled to obscure all but his clean-shaven jaw and chin. His teeth, though. Irma doubted she would ever forget the grimace that showed all those grinding teeth, enough to challenge the shark in Jaws. “NO!” Irma screamed, the force of her voice surprising her as much as the man below. She stared from the open kitchen window, not car...
I Knew Better
As a child, I would hide in the coat closet, taking advantage of the door that wouldn’t close, as I watched my mother command the items around the house to do her bidding with the smallest gesture. The moment she heard a sound, the items would set themselves down as if they hadn’t been acting of their own accord just moments earlier. My father would come home and rant and rave about more and more witches being discovered in town. My mother would nod her head politely in agreement, but I knew her secret. Whenever the ladies in town would enviously gossip about how my mother managed to get so m...
Green-Eyed Jack
The cat appeared with the storm. I had been lost and wandering through the forest for what had felt like three lifetimes but couldn’t have been more than an hour or two. Mother had ordered me out to pick berries for a pie she wanted to bake to impress the magistrate. She hoped to convince him to marry me, despite my protests. Conversation with the magistrate was drier than bones and I had never seen the man smile. I had marched off into the forest instead of collecting berries and in my state of indignation, wandered too far. The forest surrounding Northfell wasn’t a place you wanted to ...
Homer's Tales and Toys
You could never finish your job here. That is why you have but a single year. Don’t dally or waste. Give haste. Sara could imagine the script, the curved persuasive letters, etched into her mind one night. When she woke, she was here in a book store.Sara had spent 364 days here and now that it was coming to an end, she wanted nothing more than this stay to go on forever.“The dust smells different here,” Sara said, feather duster lightly running along the rowww.onedoor.ccws of shelves. “It smells old, like knowledge. Like wisdom, adventure. And Rasheem, you were right. You were right.”The store was called H...