Samhain
BY TIMOTHY MATHER
Rejoice, oh ancestors and visitors all, as the old year and old ways give way to new directions of the coming year.
October Chills
BY DONNA FERGUSON DUDLEY
When the frost is on the pumpkin, and the chill is in the air, ’tis the time to gather ’round, for some thrilling spooky fare.
Acorns Away!
BY SARAH LEVESQUE
Oak trees like bombers soaring toward the sky, laden with burdens to loose upon the unsuspecting below.
Harvest Thanksgiving: A Transatlantic Tradition
BY JOANNA BOGLE
“Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in England?” a young American asked me at a suburban High School in Ohio.
A Mild Cold Front
BY LAWRENCE “MACK” HALL
An errant frog’s the only voice to sing, the day to sleep in this warm, blustery dusk.
Riding with the Hunt
BY RACHEL SCHMIDT
A lone whisper of a breeze blows past my ear: “You are one of us…Come and ride amongst our ranks…”
Autumn Adventures – First of Autumn: 05
BY AMANDA PIZZOLATTO
Bert and Betty were just fine, they were huddled up in the middle of the barn, listening to the gnawing of the kandacs. As soon as the kandacs had left the box, they scurried off towards the walls and had been chomping away at the walls.
Autumn Adventures – First of Autumn: 04
BY AMANDA PIZZOLATTO
No, Greg had not been eaten. As a matter of fact, he was about to find out that his frog had been named well and really was lucky.
Return of the Wild Ones
BY RACHEL SCHMIDT
Stained in shades of bloody red and orange rust. The leaves drift down silently, beneath the squall of crows.
Autumn Adventures – The First of Autumn: 03
BY AMANDA PIZZOLATTO
“Please tell me you’re not feeling sorry for these kids, Gerling.” Acheson groaned.
“What? I can’t help it. These kids just found a portal in their backyard leading to our world, and then they get captured to be used as bait to draw Gaspar Gold away from Golding. Pretty bad day if you ask me.”
