“Shhh,” she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around the younger girl. “Shh, it’s only a bad dream. “
Around the dormitory other children were waking, stirring, staring at them with fear and hate. 180 more words
The world passed below Grimm in a patchwork quilt of fields, all golden with summer wheat. The road that ran down their middle was made into a colorful ribbon by the long, winding column of riders, glittering in their jewel-bedecked finery. 1,064 more words
JACK FROST’S GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT
People only think of wintry weather when they hear my name, but year by year, I’ve been expanding my reach.
I first had the thought back in the 1950s, but it took a decade or so to wrap my icy tendrils around the first few black hearts. 152 more words
I know that it must seem odd to you, but I remember Fennisbury fondly. It was my childhood home, after all. I remember it as an ordinary, welcoming little village, with neat flower beds along the roadsides, well kept gardens, and most of all a real sense of community. 401 more words