“Christmas Presence” on The Lancast
Hop on over to The Lancast, where our friend David Moulton recorded Jeannine and Jason’s story. Like it, retweet it, whatever you want to do to pass it on!
“Fairy Tales” by Andrea Cumbo
“I’m so done,” Flora said. “I just can’t handle it anymore.”
“I know,” Cassie said, flipping a blonde lock out of her eyes.
“What are you saying, guys? What do you think we should do?” Caroline asked.
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“Of Wolves and Men” by Melissa Milazzo
Stephanie Linder led her boys through the woods that bordered Cottonwood Lane. A fat full moon hung low in the sky, barely visible through the dense foliage. The woods were dark and unfamiliar in the moonlight, nothing like the friendly greenery that Stephanie and her four sons passed on the way to school each morning. Normally Owen, Jake, Josh and Gavin would scamper around their mother, full of little boy enthusiasm for another day of learning and play. That was the daytime. This was the night and on this night Stephanie was not a human mother. She and her boys had just finished their transformations from human to wolf and Stephanie was eager to begin their lessons.
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“Attack of the Meatloaf” by Jason Deeds
Billy poked at what the waitress, dressed in blue and white, had called meatloaf. He eyed the brown mass warily, as if expecting it to grow arms, steal his fork, and poke back at him. His black-rimmed glasses slipped down his freckled, pre-teen face to the tip of his nose. They never seemed to stay in place since his little soap-box race incident last fall.
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“Displaced Ghosts” by Vicky Burkholder
The storms cleared away and the residents emerged to view the damages left behind. Trees had been uprooted, branches flung everywhere, shingles and anything that hadn’t been tied down (and a few things that had) all blown about the town. Though no single building had been destroyed, all of them had some kind of damage.
The worst of the damage, though, was at the south end cemetery. Unlike the other one in town, the one that stood on high ground, the south end one bordered the creek. The creek that even now was still well outside its normal boundaries.
“I told the council they shouldn’t have cut down the banks,” a woman wearing a long white nightgown said. “Look at this mess!”
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