Cursed: Wickedly Fun Stories by Susan Abel Sullivan
It’s Ladies Night in the little town of Foggy Hollow. You won’t be attending, of course, not yet, not until you get the curse. Your mom, and all of your girlfriends and their moms, will be out painting the town red tonight while you sit home alone, doing your algebra homework at the kitchen table. Being a late bloomer just isn't fair, you think.
Shards of History by Rebecca Roland
The creature’s face reminded Malia of a wolf. Sharp teeth lined an elongated snout covered with down, and a short beard clung to its chin. Its eyes, set forward in its face, were closed, and its tufted ears, although pointed, seemed relaxed.
Opal by Kristina Wojtaszek
Perhaps I was also searching for the truth behind my mother’s tales. Fairy tales, some straight out of the annals of classic folklore, some loosed from the tightly wound spindle of her memories, ten, twenty generations old, passed down through the women of her family. Stories of the Fae. Of course I believed them as a boy. I was a young prince who cared nothing for castles nor riches if at the end of the day I could not find my mother’s arms, and her tales. Over time, though, I grew into reason. My mother’s face, bruised with the seal of my father’s massive ring, swam through my dreams as if to prove her every fable wrong. She was the heroine of her own story, the gentle maiden bound to a cruel king, and there would be no happy ending.
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