It is a common misconception that places that have suffered psychic trauma must look sinister, too, with gaping windows, creaking doors, and walls twisted subtly out of shape. As with people, so with houses—a smiling, innocuous exterior can conceal the blackest heart.
The Creeping Shadow
Anastasia had read about orphans in storybooks. To an almost-eleven-year-old girl with two parents, orphans had been sort of a mythical figure, like unicorns and mermaids. A creature that lived in the pages of a book. And now she was one. An orphan, that is. Not a unicorn.
The League of Beastly Dreadfuls
It was a while before they realized that a mermaid had surfaced at the shallow end of the pool. Her hair was pale and silvery and her nails were a shimmering blue. Between each finger was a thin webbing, of the sort you might find on a newborn seal or a duck.
Her fingers traced the knobby outlines of her kneecaps. She had studied her knees a million times. Mermaids did not have knees. Keeper did. Her knees were right there.
The first of May. It was May Day! When they were little, she and Thomas always made May baskets from construction paper and filled them with tissue-paper flowers. They’d sneak over to Mr. Pickering’s front porch, hang the baskets on his doorknob, then ring the doorbell. Before Mr. Pickering answered, they would run home. Mr. Pickering always pretended not to know who had left the surprise.
Giant Pumpkin Suite
Melanie Heuiser Hill
The latest Steele, it turns out, is a pirate. And not only a pirate, but the captain of one of the most infamous pirate ships this side of the equator. The Ironic Gentleman.
The Ironic Gentleman