Tarrington stared through the bars of his cage. Armed guards kept watch at each of the three exits from the prisoners’ cavern. He drew in
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Harp’s Accord
“Harp!” Ila Harp slammed her locker door and turned to face her nemesis, Jason. “You could call me Ila. It’s more polite, you know.” Icicles
Mission of Mercenary
The month of October has been designated OctPoWriMo, or October Poetry Writing Month. According to my friend and poet, Beth Camp, the idea is to
