I loved this sweet story by Mass and Stead about a girl and her magical creature Bob that she had forgotten in a closet for 5 years. I wish I had a friend like him to remember and play chess with right about now. I’ve just given up on another adult story because I am… Read more
What if people brought back the dinosaurs like the scientists in Jurassic Park but not just on an island? And then what if they took over as apex predators and the surviving humans had to move into gigantic underground shelters to survive? Would they then trust the leader or ‘Noah’ who controlled life in the… Read more
I’m not always sure that Kate DiCamillo writes for kids. I never got to read Kate DiCamillo as a I kid so I can’t say for certain if her writing would have worked for me. When I was much younger, I liked all kinds of books that were definitely not for kids–like THE CLAN OF… Read more
“The Making of a Muse: Part Six” After Rasheem turned off the lights, Cheyenne contemplated what to do. He had taken a long time about it, staying with the stone even after Mr. Thomas left and promising to close the door behind him. She heard him speaking to the marble for a moment. … Read more
“Yeah?” The instructor stood by the tool room Leila could not get into, unlocking it for the class to use as they arrived. “What’s this piece down here?” Rasheem asked with his hand still on the stone. For a moment, Cheyenne thought she saw a shadow of the woman from last night again. Mr. Thomas… Read more
Making of a Muse: Part Four
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In the darkness of the shop, Cheyenne began to dream of Gloria’s happiness at seeing her own completed image. She stared at where it sat in the back of the shop, near doors and to the left. The place where, every night before this, she would have begun drilling holes into it with the concrete… Read more
Since she didn’t need to sleep, Cheyenne had all day to consider how to keep the stone away from Leila. Hours after Vladimir had scanned the shop with his giant black flashlight and paced the perimeter before moving his bulk back into his car, the instructor opened the shop door and the students began to… Read more
Cheyenne had a feeling that she knew the pixie-sized woman with close-cropped purple and grey hair who strode across the concrete toward her stone. She had learned when feeling sorrow for students who made critical mistakes that emotions had the power to affect her like physical pain. The feeling of seeing this woman now wasn’t… Read more