Julia Nichols
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Never Grill a Turkey
It was my first Christmas away from home, and it was hard to accept the new normal. A year and a half passed since the wedding, and we have a beautiful daughter. She was strapped in the back. I checked on her every two minutes, being the armature mother that I was.
By Julia Nichols3 years ago in Families
The Witch of Which Woods
Oliver wanted to prove himself for the first time in his life, and, finally, he had the chance to do just that. A golden pin of acceptance into the Hunter’s Clan was given to him by the mayor last night, a fine addition to his uniform. There was nothing out of order to him in the slightest as he gazed into his stained reflection: no brown lock out of place, no fold in his camouflage jacket or knick in his snakeskin boots. All was polished and ready from his weapons to the pin, showing off a fancy fonted H engraved inside a larger C. The only thing left to do was unleash the dog and make sure all the candles were blown.
By Julia Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
