Midnight

She heard a crash and a curse and thought “I’ll just stay here. The silverware was thrifted.” Like an idiot, she grabbed the book by the bed and entered the living room, only to be greeted by an old man, dressed in red, petting her dog. They talked for a bit before he had to…

Hay in a Needlestack

Eloise creeped carefully down the hallway, her small feet filling the width of each board as she avoided the cracks. She could hear the thump, thump, thump of Lady Gladdis searching the halls. Frantically, Eloise ran into the library looking for a place to hide. In swift movement she ran and ducked behind the couch….

Sandcastles

This was Simon’s year. He was going to win the sandcastle competition. He’d done hours of research (dating back to the ancient days of sand painting), perfecting his style (gothic probably) and technique (drip method, perhaps?). He could hardly sleep last night out of excitement. It was the fifth annual competition and he would emerge…