by Sara C. Snider | Feb 17, 2017 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Cold, Quintessential Comfort Holly hopped off the back of the wagon and dusted off her hands. “Right, then.” She peered out into the nighttime gloom, looking for the runaway horses or Tum, but she didn’t see either. “Could we hurry this up?” Hawthorn...
by Sara C. Snider | Feb 10, 2017 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Shadowed Dreams Hazel awoke on the stone floor of the dark cavern near the bank of the pond. Her head ached, and she rubbed it as she sat up and looked around. Ash stood nearby, watching her. “What happened?” she said. “How did I get here?” “You went...
by Sara C. Snider | Feb 7, 2017 | Writing
I keep saying how I don’t write to music. But I’m starting to realize that’s not entirely true. It’s true in the sense that I prefer quiet when I’ve got my hands on the keyboard… most of the time. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that music plays a...
by Sara C. Snider | Feb 3, 2017 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Shadowed Depths, Part Two Holly tried to keep her breathing even and calm as she lay in the enclosed box. She wouldn’t panic. If she panicked, she might suffocate, and Holly would rather that didn’t happen. She clenched her eyes shut, bracing herself...
by Sara C. Snider | Jan 27, 2017 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Shadowed Depths, Part One The water surrounded Hazel, cool and and comforting like a chilled feather-down blanket. The shadowed forest stretched down around her from a watery sky, though they remained translucent. Impermanent, like coiling mist....
by Sara C. Snider | Jan 20, 2017 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: An Imparted Plea Hazel followed Ash through the long stone corridors, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what she had done, what was coming next. That she had asked her father for help shouldn’t have meant much of anything at all. But his...
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