In 2003, I began posting my novels here. Thanks in part to support from YOU, they are now being professionally published. As thanks, here are short stories for various holidays, tied into the novels, that will always be free. There may be spoilers.

I'm forty eight but look sixteen, am HIV positive, and work as a tour guide for my magic intensive hometown. I'm coming of age when I'm not completely alive. The eleventh book in a series - you can read it alone but beware.

She is the guardian of the creepy-crawlies - monster or goddess?

Have you ever wondered where the other sock goes? The people of Monsoon want to know where these odd objects are coming from.

A satire about interviewing a deathmetal band. I'm an Alternative Rock gal.

This was written for a Creative Writing exam, and I like how it turned out.

The Jangoral family, chronicled in many other stories and books, have always done great things for both human and animal kind. Will Helena and her daughters surpass their forebears?

Humans have known for quite a while now that octopi are the most intelligent of invertebrates. One scientist, a Nobel Prize winner, wanted to know how much. He says I've surpassed his wildest dreams. This may or may not continue.

Of the Jangorals, Opal can control snakes, Amaranth can control birds, and Taylor is psychic. Derrick is the most powerful, so how and why did he get kidnapped? Joining their hunt are a friendly vampire, Nat, and a creature from Thai myth, Jai Narai.

Derrick Jangoral chronicled in story and song for his animalcharming ways, but as the generations go on, the inherited powers become more and more specific. His grandson can only control fish, plus a few secondary talents. What good is that?

He wanted a Thai tutor, and he wanted to meet Thai supernatural beings. Little did he know that this sweet little professor was both. Inspired by my halfThai heritage.

A plea.

A prayer for some people I love. You may know others like them.

A celebration.

A poem about love, forgiveness, and acceptance.

Celebrating, honoring, uplifting, and just in general writing about my friends.

Puffin's opera opens in Baltimore, but he wants to fight crime, too. His new wife, Sandi, is a forensic pathologist and parttime wolf. The first Elf professor at John Hopkins is dead. Could a medical discovery and something like the KKK be involved?

A short little tale, appropriate for repeating during a sleepover, a campout, or Halloween party. Inspired by spring allergies. Kind of gruesome in a nonviolent way.

This actually is more magical realism than fantasy. It looks like it's just a woman making cookies with Skittles and daydreaming, but it's actually a meditation on how real dreams are, and how we can learn from them. Inspired by a true story.

My first night at the opera, when I was sixteen.

The owner of our favorite magical pet store hates, hates, HATES chain stores. So he takes some measures when one opens in his hometown, and it's quite a sight.

What's a man who remembers a previous life in another world and can talk to animals and has a fiancee thousands of miles away to DO?

Bipolar disorder, also called manic depression - here's how it feels from the inside.

Derrick Jangoral, star of many tales as a person who can control animals, student, missionary, and Mormon Bohemian, is getting married! Taylor Calvin is possibly the only girl as oddly talented as he is. More a sliceoflife than actual plot.

Comparing myself to bees and spiders - all working hard.

Our favorite goodguy vampires celebrate Halloween.

Derrick Jangoral knew Laconia College would be a new experience, but he didn't expect a mystical obstacle course and a quest for selfknowledge just to get to class.

A pet store of a different kind.

A series of poems in non-chronological order. It's great living in lots of places, but one loses too many friends along the way.

The worst of it was that they would have been friends.

A sort of antidote to some of the angsty works on this site some of which I've contributed myself. My thougts upon awakening after a teary night to a beautiful morning.

We've all had an identity problem sometime in our lives, though for an expatriate, such problems are aggravated. This is my attempt to try to decide what is my home country, and explain my situation and why I'm having such a hard time figuring this out.

Once upon a time, I had to write a fable involving a trickster character and a moral for English class. A mixture of The Far Side and Monty Python influenced me in this, and the teacher ended up highly amused. Mild PG, rated for mantis cannibalism.

A poem of gratitude, written originally for my friends, but extending to my wonderful parents and many others as well.

During a period of time when I was seeing my counselor a great deal, I wrote this and read it to her, trying to express my feelings at the time. She said that others might find it meaningful. Please review and tell me if she was right.