Short Stories
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Part 3 I started by digging through property records and newspaper clippings from the city. Within an hour I knew the basics; for starters, Rose had been right about the name “Young”. The house was built in 1906 by the Young family after their original family seat had been destroyed in a fire. The estate
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I saw the same empty rooms almost every night and woke up with the unheard voices still ringing in my ears. Each night the dream felt more and more real. I could smell the musty scent of damp brink and decaying wood. I could feel the rough walls under my brown fingers, and the chilled
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Local gossip said the place had been on and off the market for years, but no one wanted it- not even for the prime location it stood on. No one lived in it, and no one cared for it, but the old house refused to disappear.
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Part 1: HERE Part 2: HERE Part 3: HERE Part 4: HERE Princess Marigold received permission from her father to visit the market. King Midas readily agreed to any activity that would separate his daughter from visiting men, and as King Franz would be leaving soon, he could begin to relax his guard. Therefore, the
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Part 1: Prologue King Stefan had been confined to his bed for months. In vain physicians from around the kingdom and surrounding lands had been called by the Crown Prince Franz to cure his ailing father. None were able to restore the good king’s health. Day after day, Prince Franz diligently performed his duties of
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*I didn’t forget, the holidays were just really busy!* Part 1: HERE Part 2 : HERE “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Prince James looked at his diminished reflection in the still water of a pond just outside the Sonnigeebene castle gates. “I can’t believe you let me do this,” I replied. I
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As children Prince James and I played in the courtyard together. We were unlikely friends, the second born son of a king and the only son of the castle sorceress, but we spent every day together since we were scarcely out of the nursery. He, as a second son, had few royal responsibilities, and I
Bringing Mae Flowers 