barefootrunner

I slammed the door and ran down the path. The twilight cool swirled around my face, even though the long-gone heat of midday had melted the tar road, which was ...

I landed with an impressive flash of neon light in the middle of an atrociously bland and horribly recognizable snowscape. Twelve wolves stood in identical startled positions around me – ...

I woke up feeling better. I was still sore, but my skin wasn’t burning and my head was clear. And the room was empty and quiet. That was the best ...

I rocketed backwards into my home world – into my home town – into one of my favorite inn’s small, rickety beds. I lay panting for a minute, then sat ...

I landed in the middle of a colossal city with a flash of neon light, which blended in perfectly with the background of illuminated billboards. It was dark. Wind whipped ...

I landed in the middle of a city with a flash of neon light, which merged seamlessly with the backdrop of illuminated billboards. It was dark. Wind whipped my hair ...

“Esme!”I ignored the voice.“Esme! Talk to me!” Someone slapped my face.“Gerroff me,” I mumbled, trying to get back to sleep.“Esme,” I recognized Lucy’s voice. “Wake up or I’ll ti

We landed in a small room with bare walls and notably no windows. There was a sturdy door in one corner. “Why do I always end up getting captured?” I ...

“What are we going to do now?” Amy groaned. “These people are powerful. They even know our names.” “Shhh,” Wayne said. “Give me a moment to think this through

“Cinderella?” Lucy sneered. “A Christmas Carol?" She flipped through a few more novels. "What's this, Virginia Woolf?" "It’s an Austen, actually,"

We landed in a cluster, legs spread out for balance. Wisps of neon purple faded around our ankles as I deposited the decoder in a pocket. "Smooth..." Amy grinned as ...

I was woken by a call from somewhere above my chest. I sat up and the songbird flitted off with a defiant cheep. The noise was ear-splitting. Cicadas, birds and ...

I sipped my broth with only slight guilt. Lucy had ultimately saved the day with her acting ability and here we were inside Pemberley, surely the grandest manor in Derbyshire. ...

Georgiana came in, flushed and triumphant, leading the doctor with his large leather bag. “Go see to Amy first,” I spat from between clenched teeth. The physician halted doubtfully. &ldquo

“Psst! Amy!” I poked my head around her bedroom door. “Psst!” “What?” She pulled the covers off her legs. “What if the servants bring us strange clothes?&rdqu

“We are riding to town this afternoon. Would you care to join us?” inquired Georgiana. “My sister offers her assistance at the local hospital,” Darcy added. “You may join