• Raven, Chapter 6-b

    He almost didn’t dare to look. Could Raven have delivered the seed of magic already? She had said two days’ time, but she always delivered early. Which was one reason why he didn’t mind having to pay so much for her service: one amount to the City Guard and another to her. Both nice sized lumps of coins and some of the new paper money the country was trying out. For Raven’s services it was always worth it. It was still early, nowhere near Caidy’s ten o’clock waking time. The girl did enjoy her sleep, but they did often spend evenings out at the theater or balls until the early…

  • The Last Will and Testament of Patrick Malone

    Patrick Malone died a week ago. He was a wealthy man with three grown children. He had been a politician in his younger days. But as he grew older, he began to become senile. He consulted his lawyer and drew up a will, which he hid somewhere on his property. The will left everything to the one who found his will. The day of the funeral arrived. The church was full of everyone who had known him from preschool to the nurses and doctors who had treated him. His wife had passed on several years before. His youngest child and only daughter, Abigail Una Malone, sat away from everyone else…

  • Tea Party, Act 2, Scene 3

    Scene Three: In a cozy, but not small room inside a cottage. The floor is wood and the walls painted white with surreal paintings hanging on the walls. Tall vases filled with flowers line the walls. In the middle of the room is a round table with a white tablecloth covering it and a tea party spread across it. Eight chairs are set up around the table. A tall, stately woman in a long, subdued dress is standing beside the table, her hands demurely folded as the seven people file in through the door. Dragonfly: Welcome, my friends. Patience: What is all this? What’s going on? Dragonfly: (with a slight…

  • Tea Party, Act 1, Scenes 4 and 5

    Scene Four: Back in Patience’s backyard. A table is set up near her new garden. Rupert: Well, Pat, it’s just us this year. Patience: Yeah, I know. One of us will die today. Will it be you or me? Rupert: Maybe it’ll be different this year. Patience: I doubt it, Rupert. I can’t believe Beatrice, Amelia, and Calvin are dead. One of us will die. Rupert: Don’t be negative, Pat. So, what’s this year’s treat? We’ve had cookies, cake, and brownies. Patience: Don’t you mean Frisbees, sickly chocolate with burnt honey, and bricks? Rupert: Yeah, I guess so. Patience: Well, I’ve made fudge for the first time. I just made…