Laura Pruett
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Laura Pruett, author of The Dwarves Of Dimmerdown and others.
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The Long Way Home
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. This was the third place we’d tried in as many hours. The first one didn’t have indoor plumbing, which, of course, was completely unacceptable. Expedia had said nothing about that. The next one had seemed okay at first, except that it was too close to town, but it turned out that it didn’t have central heat and air – just a wood stove that didn’t even have a pilot light. But now we were coming up on a quaint little log cabin set on a hill, the smoke trailing out of its chimney painting an exquisite portrait against the white-and-brown backdrop of winter in Montana.
By Laura Pruett3 years ago in Fiction
Fields Ablaze
The bonfire blazed as we roasted our hot dogs over the hot flames. Our dogs wagged their tails excitedly as they ran from one Fourth of July reveler to the next, and the fireworks exploded overhead in a myriad of colors. Across the road, on the other side of the barbed wire fence, one wayward rocket burst, instantly igniting the dry Texas grass in the pasture beyond.
By Laura Pruett3 years ago in Families
This Side Of The Glass
Darkness still lay across the land when vibrations in the water alerted Shana to the presence of the creature above. Although it wasn’t quite time to eat yet, she grabbed her hunting trident and flicked her tail, propelling herself toward the surface. Better to hunt the creature now, before the rumblings of hunger distracted her from her duty, than to wait for the light. Even as she ascended, a warm glow broke upon her world, illuminating the rocks and ferns, reflecting off her castle walls.
By Laura Pruett3 years ago in Fiction
Carrier Pigeon
A strange sound broke the silence, disturbing my thoughts as I stocked the wood stove, carefully stacking the logs for maximum efficiency. What’s that? I wondered. Having lived here, many miles north of Fairbanks, for the majority of my life, I’m used to most of the sounds in the area. This definitely wasn’t one of them. It was distinctly . . . metallic.
By Laura Pruett3 years ago in Fiction
