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- The Stone Sister by Betty Stanton
beyond the black forest there was a land of dead spirits, and that those who traveled there would be filled
- Poisoned Stew to Go (With Apologies to William Shakespeare) by Henry Herz
As anticipation shall make the um, banquet sweeter, we will keep ourself alone till suppertime. He is noble, willing to take risks, and his mind never stops working. MACBETH: You have filled my urgent need. Now, I’m off to do the deed. Keepeth the change.
- Throwback Thursday: Winter Dream by Carolyn Charron
I fill my first journal with my observations and begin a new one. I dream of them every night.
- Curious Emma by Liz Bragdon
She tipped the bucket, so the crow could eat his fill.
- Enchanted Creators: Kristen Baum DeBeasi’s Refrigerator Magnet Poetry
She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books
- That Rains May Come by Helen Liptak
The miles passed and the day grew late as they talked and sought the rain, until at last Elizabeta knew
- Throwback Thursday: The History of Our Survival, By Kiyomi Appleton Gaines
Illness followed the hunger, and slowly we were all succumbing to starvation or cold or fever. I felt ill. My husband busied himself building up the fire. "Eat," I said, helping the children to fill their plates. "This is for us?" the boy asked. We nursed our ill, and a hunting party found more of the herd.
- The Shadow Prince by Susan K.H. Newman
Without a word, she filled herself with a long, slow breath, lifting her toes and setting them gently
- Firebird Feathers, By Judy Lunsford
Occasionally, a knight would show up, intending to kill her. The middle sister was often willing to give aid to the sick and injured. The oldest sister wanted to capture the bird and kill him to drain his magical essence. She writes with dyslexia and a chronic illness (Meniere’s Disease), is hard of hearing, & is a breast
- Throwback Thursday: Love in the Hood by Deb Whittam
door, but that only lasted a second when I laid my eyes on the huge, strong, muscular creature that filled
- A Patchwork of Puddles by Lynden Wade
The patchwork puddle was miles deep. Lizzie stared into it. A face formed, smiling, nodding.
- Throwback Thursday: Madame Chlorisse & Associates by Penny Jo McAllister
traps very quickly, so Ellarose used almost all of her free time devising new ways to trap them and kill If Daisy were not still ill, I would drive you back to mother’s right now.”