Category: Creative Writing

Read Part I That afternoon, the storm had descended like a beast unchained—snarling with wind, howling with rain, and lashing Sparkbog with claws of lightning. But Grindle’s lightning rods had …

Grindle had been working as a weather wizard in Sparkbog for almost a year when the mudgullet took up residence on her letterbox. She’d ignored the issue for some time, …

Autumn is upon us, and as the leaves change, it’s the perfect time for reflection. While I continue the editing phase of The Vanishing Castle, I thought it would be fun …