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For the Sake of this Argument... Let us say That I am what you say I say I am: black and red like a claret gem, a princess of more than enough (and of very little) in her ragamuffin finery, in tattermallion wisps. Is that all that I am? A little puff of frippery? A little stained-glass riding hood with (no intents or purposes) but to snag her own wolf? (I honestly do not think myself that shallow.) Let us pretend That I am what you say I am: A fool in shimmering brass bells that twinkle and t...

I tossed and turned all night, but the tromping of feet through the house finally woke me. Yes, it was probably Lisa. She’s had writers block for the past three weeks and when she has writers’ block she tends to ramble through the house. Tromp. Tromp. I threw back my covers and sat up. No, the noise was coming from up-stairs, in my art studio. I jumped out of bed and ran up the stairs. I inched the door open and peeked in, and almost fell over in shock. It was Lisa, and she was painting, or ...

"Dear Lord, Noah, throw that garland away it's hideous," Noah gave Gwendolyn a peeved look. He always liked her better when she wasn't being so spastic, and sadly, the holidays always brought it out. He had always figured it was the years spent in her Aunt's mansion. The woman really was kooky and had the strangest ideas about some things. Certainly about boxing day it would seem. And somehow, this had transferred to his dear Gwendolyn. Her tree was a good twenty feet tall. He sighed, tossing...