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Fiddlewood: A Flower’s Calling

A Flower’s Calling “Wakey – wakey,” said the Witch Queen, opening the door to Camille’s cell. It had only been a few hours but the Witch Queen looked far frailer than she had during their first encounter. Her voice was … Continue reading

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The Avenging Sword of Taste and Decency

“Of all the sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest of these: it might have been.” – John Greenleaf Whittier Those words will not find their way into my life. Writing is my job; it is my passion; and it is … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Ten

In which a Witch reveals herself The insects carried Camille for two full days and nights until they arrived at the tunnel that led into the decrepit land of Undercrest. The land was neither below nor above Fiddlewood, and Fiddlewood … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Nine

An Interrogation Insect poop dripped from 5-Year-Old Con’s face, but his relief overshadowed the foul stench. His joy began to drain, however, when he saw Lord Doodle Head slumped against the tree he had crashed into. “Doodle Head!” he cried, … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Eight

Under a spell called Buku The music made them part lips. They could both hear the tune that was originally designed for Camille’s ears, and Camille’s ears only. Now it was pulling them both forward. “I think I can hear … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Seven

When in the Passion of lover’s eyes The sun peaked over the horizon, shining bright rays over Fiddlewood to grace all of the creatures with a glorious morning. The sun searched for Camille, intent on being the light to warm … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Six

A journey of everlasting existence Camille played with 5-Year-Old Con until nightfall cast a metallic film over the world, setting the stage for her to take him to the top of a hill that was free of overhanging trees, so she … Continue reading

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Five

In which an interest sparks Camille and Lolita walked up to a little house in the middle of the forest that rested beneath a gigantic, snow-white cherry blossom tree that stayed in bloom year round. In Fiddlewood, it is said that … Continue reading

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Lolita Buns

Just one of many inspirations for Fiddlewood… I wish I could say Lola was more friendly in reality, but, alas, she is the cat in the tree.

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Fiddlewood: Chapter Four

In which a cat is in a tree Camille stomped through the forest in a flamboyant fluster, swatting at the leaves and kicking at the dirt, because the Flamingos were too ill-bred to understand or appreciate the honor of dancing … Continue reading

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