BY BETH FLYNN Are you a plotter or a pantser? As writers, we all inevitably fit into either of the above categories. Read more

BY CHRIS S. (ALIAS WEREWOLFKING350) No one knows yet, but I’m the new Slytherin seeker,” Harry whispered… Read more

Albix took Grace by the hand. “Father’s giving your captain a tour of our orchard today so he can see the manufacturing process for breesin. Want to come along? I can show you some of the places I used to play as a boy.”  Read more

BY BOKERAH BRUMLEY “Expectation to Grandma Mars,” Michael Philip McNair quipped. “Headed home. Don’t lock the door. I might be a bit past curfew.”  Read more

“Oh. Then…you must be Eumaeon the Egyptian. I’m sorry, sir, I just asked Lycus which cell Eumaeon was in and –” The boy’s spluttered apology went unheard.  Read more

BY BETH FLYNN I lie as a pebble on the bed of a lake, watching the sky as morning breaks before my eyes, bringing swooping swallows in its wake.  Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI My mind’s eye sees Lewis gazing at me from across the years, saying “And that, my dear, is what it’s all about.” Read more

BY CHRIS S. (ALIAS WEREWOLFKING350) Harry wasn’t expecting his broom to jump into his hand the first try… Read more

The medicine cabinet door hung open. He frowned. “Did I leave that-“ McCoy hurried over to the cabinet and saw an empty space on one of the shelves, then spyed the medicine bottle on the table. “Now I know I haven’t used that today.” Read more

BY BOKERAH BRUMLEY “And more than that,” she’d written. “He’s listening, waiting to answer with his best.” Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI “It’s your birthday. Go on, you can eat them. They’re all for you. Next year, you really must tell me what kind you want.” Read more

BY MARTINA JURICKOVA The Ainur were also created by Ilúvatar and that they accompanied him even before he decided to make the World. Read more

BY CHRIS S. (ALIAS WEREWOLFKING350) The last thing Harry needed was the smug look on James’s face… Read more

“Booze + the green-eyed monster = violence,” said McCoy. “Simple as that. Lucky for Albix, you’re a fast runner and Kevin’s grip wasn’t stronger. He’s got some bad bruising, but his larynx is still intact…” Read more

“I guess this is goodbye huh?” said Zenon softly. “It doesn’t have to be,” said Khalid handing her a piece of paper. “You can send me mail from here. My mother will screen it; she does that kind of thing…” Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI Cleaning out a priest’s house is a strange thing, like a sheep finding the shepherd gone, and the crook standing up. Read more

BY MARTINA JURICKOVA But despite all his attempts and desires, Melkor cannot create anything of his own, no matter how big his power was. Read more

BY CHRIS S. (ALIAS WEREWOLFKING350) It was exactly the right combination of sophistication, vintage décor, and warmth. Read more

“Grace, thanks for saving me, for encouraging me like you did. I never would have been brave enough to come here on my own. If you hadn’t taken a chance on a thief, I’d probably be holed up in a Yursian holding cell, feeling sorry for myself.”  Read more

The priest anointed Zenon’s mother in the sign of the cross as she struggled to breathe. “It is time to hear her last confession. All of you. Please leave now,” said the priest sternly. Read more