by Sara C. Snider | Sep 25, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: An Unwelcome Visit, Part One Water dripped onto Hazel’s forehead as a little old man the size of her forearm rifled through her pockets. Startled, she pushed herself up, scrabbling across the stone floor as she tried to get away. The gnome gave a wry...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 22, 2015 | Life
Last month Celine Jeanjean over at Down the Rabbit Hole tagged me for a photo challenge where you’re supposed to take pictures every hour of a normal day in your life. Kind of a cool concept, yet terribly flawed as far as I’m concerned, because I’m pretty sure no...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 18, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Seamless Dreams The inside of Zinnia’s home smelled just as the woman herself: like freshly turned earth and an overabundance of roses, lavender, and lilacs. It was both cloying and pleasant, unsettling as well as comforting. Hazel didn’t at all care...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 11, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Death Before Dawn Hazel followed the wooded path back to the cottage she shared with her sister. The sun was well up by the time she returned, the warmth pulling the heady scent of honeysuckle into the air. She eyed the herb patch as she passed...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 4, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Hazel peered at the twilit sky as she wandered along the wooded path. She clutched her lantern, even though the way lightened with the approaching dawn. She quickened her step. It would be a brief visit this time. She knew she’d been too liberal with the valerian tea....
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