Clink Clink Clink The sound of the pickaxe reverberated throughout the mine burrowing into Chip’s skull, making his head throb. A chunk of coal broke loose from the cave wall in his designated corner and Chip took the chance to take a quick break. His shoulders sagged as he wiped a bead of sweat fromContinue reading “The Coal Miner’s Christmas”
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Morals
Bennett adjusted his halo for the third time that morning. “I swear, they make these things looser every century,” he muttered. “Maybe it’s just your head getting too big,” Lilin said, stretching out like a cat across Elizabeth’s left shoulder. Her black, pointed tail flicked lazily, narrowly missing the tip of the little girl’s ear.Continue reading “Morals”
Gabby Gaspard 