Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 39.5 — The Play Begins

Ch 39.5 -- Paul continued to bang on the door and threaten them. Then he stopped. Something snapped, sounding like a wooden board. Eli heard the sounds of crunching. He held his breath and looked at the others. After a moment he realized what it was: Paul had broken off a piece of the roof…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 39.3 — The Witch’s Patient

Ch. 39.3 -- The man in the bed was tall, with long dark hair and stubble on his chin. His eyes glowed eerily. His arms and chest bulged with muscle. Sweat broke out on his skin as he tried and failed to get out of bed. Eli was sure he’d seen this man somewhere before.…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 28.2 — Miracle Mix to the Rescue

Ch 28.2 -- Ezra took a small bottle from his coat pocket and handed it to Josiah the grandson. “Add three drops to a kettle of steaming water, and bring it in here. Set it by the bed so your grandfather can breathe in the vapors.” Josiah the Thirteenth obeyed. A pleasing scent of greenery and…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 28.1 — Ezra Sneaks Out

CH 28.1 -- Ezra made sure that the cloth scarecrow in his bed looked just like a sleeping boy. Then he carefully and silently pulled the iron bars from his window. He had spent three days experimenting with Tove saliva, and he’d been able to use it as a solvent on the bars, to dissolve a…

On Gratitude

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...” So Charles Dickens begins A Tale of Two Cities, published in 1859. As I look back on my life, I discover the same thing. Each phase is made up of both good and bad experiences, and what we take from both becomes our…

I’m Back

When you’re sick, you feel so terrible you wonder if you’ll ever feel better again. You wonder if you’ll ever care that the sun is shining and you’re not out there enjoying it, or that the dishes are piling up in the sink, the laundry is overflowing, books are going unread, your family is avoiding…