Robert “DoDad” adjusted his reading glasses and flipped through his crossword puzzle book while rocking lazily in his chair. The morning was peaceful—birds chirped outside, and the smell of Sonja’s freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Across the room, two cherubic faces stared at him with an intensity that, for […]Read more »
Children’s Stories
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The living room smelled faintly of spilled milk and lentals, a battlefield strewn with plush toys and board books. Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, casting stripes across the carpet where Creighton and Sawyer sat, their chubby legs splayed like fallen soldiers. At 15 and 14 months, they were […]Read more »
In the heart of the Whispering Woodland, where leaves rustled secrets and the wind hummed lullabies, lived Pip, an eight-year-old squirrel with a tail that twitched like a question mark. His fur was a scruffy red, his eyes wide with wonder—and worry. The world, you see, was dangerous. Pip knew […]Read more »
The village picks up the pieces after the final battle.