The rain had dried up – 
every drip, every puddle – 
but Hillie couldn’t go out 
while her room was a muddle. 
Mom had been clear, and 
her dad had agreed, 
“First ... [+]

There’s something in my closet. Its raspy monster breath makes my curtains flutter at night. I tell my mom, but she says it’s just the sound of the wind whispering secrets to the moon. ... [+]

Huffle walked heavily along. He had just had another argument with his father. Flamethrower was a big ruby dragon aged 625 and he could not stand the fact that his youngest son did not have a job. ... [+]