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[Novel] Daydreamaholic: The fairy spun and sent her golden dust Tabitha’s way. The cheerleaders-in-waiting didn’t seem to notice that their princess was turned into a chimpanzee. Read more: https://amzn.to/2QpWCgi See my Amazon Author page for more of my books!
The Waking Tree: “He extended the spider in his hand to his little sister, cowering and ill with the air-borne suffering.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA See my Amazon Author page for more of my books!
[Novel] Waves: “The story book is very old,” he would say, palming the tiny object so precious to them all. “It carries within its words all the mysteries of the village, of how we came to be here, of where it is we’re going.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2IzjUOl See my Amazon Author page for more of... Continue Reading →
The Waking Tree: “I was just trying to stir up some snakes. Didn’t you say they hid out here?” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
[Novel] Daydreamaholic: Everyone’s cruel laughter followed her into the bathroom to torment her. It bounced off the walls and echoed again and again in her head. Then another voice entered her head. Read more: https://amzn.to/2RoxOqG See my Amazon Author page for more of my books!
This is a story about a girl who meets another girl from another time. Do I write it in first person since it actually happened to me? Yes. Do I write it as a novel? Just write and it will find its own shape. It may take on many forms. It could be a performance... Continue Reading →
There was a broken girl Who met a broken boy They believed they were unbroken Together They did things that break Then there were broken children Another broken boy Another broken girl All together They did things that break *This piece is unfinished. What happens next? Dawn's books: https://amzn.to/2NZqYc1
Oh, Alice. How many times have I picked up this project over the past 30 years? Yes, it's been that long since I first met you through the journal you kept in the 1880s and early 1890s. Later as a woman in her late 30s, I met with you again through your 1866 journal, where... Continue Reading →
The Waking Tree: “Please. I begged the wind. Take me to her. The tiny, tendril girl.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: “Scree. Scree. He heard the little animal now, begging. It wasn’t a cry of hunger. It was a cry of fear. Of desperation.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2QDVu9X Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my books!
[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: “Sneakers dancing on leaves emerged from his pencil. The scene appeared in black and white just as it did before him. He drew her joy. Her freedom.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2OuDsFE Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my books!
[Novel] Waves: “How could something so small mean so much to her people? How could it mean so much to the world that it would call her sister’s name as her punishment for hiding it?” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Dassfq Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my books!
[Novel] Daydreamaholic: Glancing around, Marcie saw that the fairy was gone. She used to love seeing the little sprite when she was younger. It always seemed like she always said the right thing to take Marcie’s troubles away, but she knew she was getting too old for that. She was going to be thirteen in... Continue Reading →
The Waking Tree: “I shook my branches, making leaf music.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my books!
[Novel] Waves: “Everything was already falling apart before Perla disappeared, before Mia stole the old storybook.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2IzjUOl
[Novel] Daydreamaholic: The little fairy was back. “Is there anything I can do to help?” The fifth grade left-over asked flittering around Marcie’s desk, her magic wand ready to do its stuff. “Yeah,” Marcie silently told the annoying pest. “Disappear.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2QpWCgi
The Waking Tree: “The time to talk about it all was far gone; they’d let the silence grow too long. But now that she was gone there would be no time for understanding. He didn’t know why. But I did. Sometimes I cry sap tears.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Ri2ObA
[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: “Plopping down in a new patch of sunlight, he tried to draw the illumined nature. He tried to draw the sounds and the way his heart felt.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2QDVu9X
C. Dawn McCallum 