The world has gone crazy, and it is looking increasingly likely that schools will not return to class for the rest of the semester. Parents are suddenly faced with the choice of either homeschooling their kids or letting them play videogames all day for the next five months. And they did not sign up for this.
But for my family, it’s been business as usual. I was homeschooled my entire life and am now in college, but my younger siblings are still being homeschooled. I love homeschooling and want to do it for my own kids one day. …
You hate being queen.
You hate the stares you get everywhere you go. You hate the suffocating expectations, the loneliness that is always lurking at the edge of the room.
Most of all you hate the act you and the king play. Two strangers in a careful dance, playing out a love story neither of them feel. Every day, he hands you compliments filled with hidden knives that you accept with fluttering eyelashes and a fake smile. Smiling tastes like ash, but you know that it’s the only way to survive in this world of glass shards.
But, as you…
Chicken and Waffles are yummy. The soft, sweet waffles mix with the savory, almost crunchy chicken. I will get them whenever they are on the menu.
The thing is, I am not exactly sure how to eat them. Chicken tenders are finger food but you eat waffles with a fork and knife. Which do you use?
Since the internet seems baffled by the dish as well, I decided to create a list of the different ways to eat chicken and waffles. I don’t mean “Use barbeque chicken instead of regular chicken.” …
Reflection 2.0 has been installed.
Aryst rushed towards her Mirror(TM). This update had taken forever to upload.
The Mirror stood full length against the wall. Since it was asleep, it reflected the room without warp or blemish. The little gears scattered around the corners of all the inventions Aryst had taken apart. The poisons she tinkered with in her free time. And her own perfectly shaped face, framed by gentle black curls, with vivid purple eyes and blood-red lips.
“Mirror, turn on.” Aryst commanded.
The reflection flickered, then turned cool silver. “Greetings mistress,” it said in a voice that perfectly…
The sign in front of the fairy ring has three rules.
Some folks don’t read the signs. They are snatched up within thirty seconds of entering the court, the fools. They are firstborns and second sons, people who will be sorely missed come harvest time. But they can be forgiven for not knowing to read the sign. They were never taught how to adventure. They were never meant to succeed.
It’s the third sons and…
The dragon had been there since Tuesday.
It sprawled over the pass like a fallen rug. Yellow scales glinted like gold in the sunlight. The only sign of life was an occasional twitch of its spiked tail and the rise and fall of its chest, so slow that Terrance had stared at it for two hours before it took a breath. It hadn’t moved from the position it took when it plopped down five days ago.
“Maybe it’s dead,” Bob said. The mayor of Deepshaft fingered his pickaxe, the closest thing to a weapon they had in this town. “Maybe…
“Roland son of Hedrick, you are better than this!” Elidian, Wizard of Arthos, stalked up the stairs, staff striking the ground every other step.
His voice sounded unnaturally loud over the broken and silent battlefield. Crows pecked at bodies slumped over each other. The army had moved on hours before. Soon the black druids would come to identify the bodies and prepare them for burial.
A figure sat stumped on the top of the stairs to the ruined tower. Elidian wasn’t sure why Roland had stayed behind, but for all of their sakes the son of Hedrick needed to get…
Someone pounded on the door.
Annabelle sprang out of bed and grabbed her gun. Her nightgown swished around her ankles as she ran for the hallway, bare feet hitting the worn wooden floor.
A voice came from the other side of the door. “Good grief man. Do you have to wake up the whole town? Can you be quieter?”
“I literally cannot.” A deeper voice said. “Do you know how hard it is to control my hooks? I am pretty sure they aren’t supposed to be used like this.”
“What do you want?” Annabelle called.
“To hire you!” The first…
“We need a business model that isn’t so dependent on the moon,” Tess complained. She brushed a lock of strawberry-red hair away from her face and tossed a sheet over the clothesline. Five stretches of clothesline were strung from tree to tree and they were only on the second.
Her brother Trent caught the other side and spread the sheet out. “It could be worse. We could be dependent on the stars. Those things are fickle. At least the moon is consistent. Besides, I don’t see how a werewolf retreat could not be dependent on the moon. …