And so I began my life as Sassy Twitterby.

Sitting on the edge of my bed in my room in the big house filled with boxes yet to be unpacked, representing a life I never had, yet fully remembered, I worried, as any normal sixteen year old girl would, about starting in a new school. I sighed and opened the closet full of clothes that suited me ( Read more... )

“Well, now.”  Ossifer sat on the stump of the willow that had once shadowed my well; the very same willow, I now realized, that used to drop tiny leaves for me to catch and weave in to my hair whenever the fancy hit.  It was a game we both enjoyed, I think, the tree and I, and I wondered when it had been cut down.  It must have been in the years ( Read more... )