by Sara C. Snider | Oct 23, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Dinnertime Drama, Part One Hazel sat, stiff-backed, in a plush green armchair. Holly perused the shelves of books, running a finger along the spines and she continued to munch on her figs. Hemlock cast her nervous glances, no doubt worried she might...
by Sara C. Snider | Oct 16, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Masked Revelry, Part Two Red-faced servants carried massive bowls and platters of food into the dining room from a swinging door that Hazel assumed led to the kitchen. From beyond the door came shouts and cries, a few clanging pots, and then...
by Sara C. Snider | Oct 9, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Masked Revelry, Part One Hazel and Holly walked into a grand ballroom, the painted ceiling of which arced the height of two stories. Tall windows lined one end of the room, looking out over a well-kept garden illuminated with candles in glass jars...
by Sara C. Snider | Oct 2, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: An Unwelcome Visit, Part Two Hazel tapped her foot as she waited in the main room of the cottage, tightening her clasped hands. “Are you ready yet?” she called to Holly. “Or am I to stand here the entire year and we’ll go to next year’s party...
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 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...
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