Davie D. Speaks to the Board (from my YA novel in progress)
Since his talk with la guida, Armantrout became clear about what he had to do. He didn’t want to, or like the idea, had even tried to convince himself otherwise,
Since his talk with la guida, Armantrout became clear about what he had to do. He didn’t want to, or like the idea, had even tried to convince himself otherwise,
Samuel and Cleo didn’t waste any time. They jumped into their wagon. “What’s wrong with those two?” Cleo said. It all began after Samuel bought Jensen’s unused wood from his moving
Sanunique and Pickard landed at a stopover along their migration path with thousands of other birds for rest and recuperation. For days, they had followed the earth’s magnetic fields and
Jensen and Ronstone were not happy campers. They had become transformed into a swollen mess of bee stings, and crawled away until they came to a muddy bank where they
Orren leaned his sign against a large rock, which read: Orren and His Talking Bird. Ask Any Question. 5 cents. The letters had been burned into wood. New to the
Molly went upstairs to the guest suite, used mostly by staff researchers and members of the board. She noticed several sprigs of rosemary in a jar. The bed had fresh
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