Meet Mister Leather Soles

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Something brushed past Lilly from behind.  “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I felt something.  Zymura, I think someone’s here with us,” she whispered.

“Lilly, that’s crazy.  What the…?  Ouch!”

Panic twisted Lilly’s stomach.  “What’s happening?  Are you all right?”

A sharp click was followed by a short, thin squeak.

“I’m good.  Finally.  Okay, we’re in.”  Zymura’s voice held a tone of satisfaction with a hint of impatience.  She pushed the door inward with a sigh of what sounded like relief.

A shaft of gloomy light poured out through the opening.

“What do you mean, finally?  Was there a problem?”  Lilly felt her doubts about the shortcut returning.

“I couldn’t get the latch to open.”

Lilly entered the classroom behind Zymura and closed the door behind her with a quiet click.  She gave the knob a slight tug to make certain the latch caught.

It did.

The wafting aroma of tangy chemicals singed her nose.  She heard a thick, wet, bubbling hiss, like stew boiling.

Slowly, she turned, facing the classroom’s interior and the source of the sound.

Lined up on slate countertops, cauldrons hovered above floating green flames.  The glowing blue contents bubbling inside the cauldrons cast a cadaverous pallor into the dimly-lit room.

“I thought you said everything would be put away.”

“It was the last time I came through here.”

“Maybe that was because school hadn’t started yet,” Lilly reasoned as she scanned the classroom, looking for another door.  “Which way is out?”

Zymura waved with a signal for Lilly to follow.  “C’mon.  Over here.”

As Lilly made her way past the rows of countertops, she noticed vaporous tendrils reach out from the seething cauldrons, like curious fingers, daring to touch her, but dissipating before they could.  Nervous, she edged away from the smoldering cauldrons, closer to Zymura and the center of the room.

From behind her, she heard the soft scuffs of leather soles treading quietly across the stone floor.  Glancing back, she saw only the simmering cauldrons.  She grabbed Zymura’s shoulder and whispered in her friend’s ear.  “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Zymura asked.

“Shhhhhh!”

“Sorry,” her roommate lowered her voice to a whisper and stopped.  “Hear what?”

Lilly held Zymura in place.

Leather soles stopped moving, too.

“Do you hear footsteps?”

“No.”

“I swear, Zymura, it sounded like someone was right behind me.”

“Lilly, I don’t hear anything.”

“That’s because when we stopped walking, they did too.”

“Maybe you’re just imaging things.  If you are, it’s okay, you know.  It’s creepy in here.  I’m imagining things, too.”

“Zymura,” Lilly whispered sharply.  “I’m not imagining this.”

“Okay, okay,” Zymura held her hands up, gesturing surrender.  “You’re not imagining anything.  But it’s okay if you are.”

“I’m not!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get us out of here, but walk as quietly as you can, and listen.  You should be able to hear the footsteps, too.”

Zymura glanced around the room, and then returned her attention to Lilly with a look of concern.  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine!” she whispered.  “Just get us out of here!”

Zymura gave her a quick thumbs up.

They walked a distance of ten steps.

Lilly heard the scuff and quiet tap of leather soles closing in behind her.

Zymura stopped and turned suddenly.  The wide-eyed expression on her face betrayed her barely contained fear.  Her eyes scanned the room behind Lilly.

“Did you hear the footsteps, too?”

Zymura nodded, almost imperceptibly.

“Do you see anything?” Lilly dared to ask.

“Nope.”  Zymura’s hand shot out from her side, grabbing Lilly’s arm in a vise-like grip.

“Ouch!”

“Run!” Zymura whispered.

Posted by Deborah McTiernan

Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic

Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

Read more: <ASIN: 0989180700> or <ASIN: B00D0DD97U> (Kindle).

How to deal to with a jealous ex!

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A hand shot out, grabbed Lilly by the shoulders, and slammed her back hard against the metal wall of folded bleachers.

The resulting clang echoed throughout the crowded gymnasium.

Everyone turned and stared.

Lilly found herself standing face to face with a very pretty girl with a pointy nose, a long, shiny black ponytail, and a nasty smile.

“Who do you think you are dancing with my Murosky like that?”  The girl arched one sharply angled eyebrow and curled her upper lip into a snarl.

“What?” Lilly asked, her mind too startled and too stunned to form an answer.

“Stay away from him!  Do you hear me?”  The girl’s tone was threatening.

“Loud and clear,” Lilly said quickly, trying to wrench herself free of the girl’s pinching grip.  “Not a problem.”

The girl released Lilly’s shoulders.  “He’s mine.”  Then, the girl turned, and with her ponytail swishing from side to side, she casually strolled away.

“Put a leash on him next time.”  Lilly kept her eyes on the retreating girl as she rubbed her sore shoulder and straightened her sparkly sweater.  “Who was that?”

Zymura moaned.  “Dayleen Kozar, she’s Murosky Skaggs’ supposedly ex-girlfriend.”

“She’s not acting like an ex.  I think your sources were wrong about their break up,” Lilly observed, still shaking from the encounter.

“Or, Dayleen’s in denial about their relationship being over.  Looks like you’ve made an enemy.”

“Great.  On top of not being able to remember anything, now I have an enemy, too.”

Posted by Deborah McTiernan

Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic

Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

Read more: <ASIN: 0989180700> or <ASIN: B00D0DD97U> (Kindle).

Dancing with Lilly Noble and Murosky Skaggs

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Picking her way through the throng of kids loitering at the edges of the gymnasium floor, Lilly headed for the stage.

She sensed someone following too closely behind her a moment too late.

A male hand grabbed her roughly around the waist and led her spinning into the center of the gym.  When she stopped, the dizzy Lilly stood face to face with Murosky Skaggs, who pressed her tightly against him.

Her whirling gaze stopped on Farney, who was now on his feet and standing at the edge of the stage watching them.  With a pair of headphones clamped to his head, he was tethered to a big, black box by a tightly stretched, coiled cord.

He stared down at her with a worried look in his eyes.  She watched his Adam’s apple bounce twice in his throat.

“You do know how to dance,” Murosky chuckled, “right?”

“Where are your manners?  Shouldn’t you ask me for a dance first?”  Lilly didn’t know for certain if she knew how to dance, but her body followed his like she remembered how.

“Should, shouldn’t.  The world’s got too many rules.”  Murosky shrugged.  “Do you follow all the rules people want you to follow, Lilly Noble?”

“If they make sense, I do.”

“I can’t keep them all straight.  Do this, don’t do that.”  He snatched the orb floating above her head from the air and held it up for her to see before shoving it into his pocket.  “For the record, I did ask you for a dance.  And since I want to dance with you right now, I decided to come after you and sweep you off your feet.  Let’s dance.”  He dipped her low and brought her up from the floor slowly.  “It’s that easy.”

She saw laughter deep in his eyes as he spun her around.

“What if I don’t want to dance with you?  What if I have a boyfriend?  What if I want to dance with him instead?”  She watched him carefully.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.”

Yup, he was definitely laughing, and having his fun with her.  She realized her frustration with him was because he behaved as if everything was one big joke.

Lilly struggled to keep space between their bodies.

He threaded them between two other couples twirling across the gymnasium.

“How do you know I know how to dance?”  Even she didn’t know this for certain.

Startled, he paused and stared at her.  “Well, you walk like a dancer.”

Having no idea what he meant by that, she pressed on to prove her point.  “What makes you so sure I don’t have a boyfriend?”  Considering no boy had showed up at the hospital to sit with her after she awoke from her coma, she was pretty sure she didn’t have a boyfriend, but Murosky didn’t know that.  At least not for sure, he didn’t.

“You don’t,” he protested.

She raised an eyebrow.  “You sound certain about that.”

“I am.”  Again, he dipped her to the floor.

“For someone who is a complete stranger, how come you know so much about me?”  How did he know things about her, she didn’t remember herself?

All evidence of his teasing vanished.  “I don’t know anything about you.  Not the facts anyway.  I’m just guessing.”

The air around them filled suddenly with the nauseating stench of stinky feet.

Murosky had lied to her.

Lilly planted her feet firmly in place.  She struggled to keep from gagging against the pungent odor and maintain her composure.  “I don’t believe you,” she challenged.

His jaw tightened.  He didn’t respond.

The song ended.

“You can let go of me now,” she insisted politely enough, and tried to wriggle free.

He released his tight embrace.

Lilly walked to the edge of the floor, where Zymura waited anxiously for her.

Posted by Deborah McTiernan

Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic

Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

Read more: <ASIN: 0989180700> or <ASIN: B00D0DD97U> (Kindle).

What to do when you think you are being followed!

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From behind her, Lilly heard the sharp snap of someone stepping on a twig.  Her body tingled a warning.  She turned and stood silent and still for a long moment examining the shadows.  Though she couldn’t understand exactly how she knew, Lilly had the uneasy feeling they were being watched.

Zymura stood next to her, her eyes searching the darkness.  She looked nervous.  “Let’s go,” she said urgently.  She took Lilly’s elbow and steered her toward their destination.

“You feel it, too?” Lilly lowered her voice to barely a whisper.

“Yeah, I think I do.  Act normal, like we don’t suspect anything.”

“How do we do that?”

“Keep walking and keep talking like we would if we didn’t think we were being followed.”

“Okay.”  Lilly took a slow deep breath to calm her nerves.  “Besides the gremoires, are there any other reasons you want to skip the dance?”

Another twig snapped.  Someone was definitely following them.

“Yeah, I don’t know how to dance.”

“I don’t think I do either.”  Lilly struggled against the urge to peek over her shoulder to see who was behind them.  She stopped in mid-stride.  Were they really being followed or was the fog just making her paranoid?

Something rustled in the darkness just a few feet away.

Turning around slowly, Lilly scoured the foggy courtyards with her eyes.  Searching deep into corners and the pockets of shadow, she examined the night for signs of someone lurking.  She saw nothing.

“Lilly, what is it?”  Zymura stopped and stood, studying her with watchful eyes.

“It’s probably just my imagination.”  Lilly forced a smile to hide the tide of panic rising in her gut.

“I definitely have a creepy feeling we’re being watched,” Zymura said, her eyes darting, her voice barely audible and quivering.

“Me, too!”  Relieved to discover she wasn’t paranoid, Lilly relaxed a little.  “I feel like someone’s been following us since we left the dorm.”

“What should we do?”

“I say we get to the auditorium as fast as we can and blend in with the crowd at the dance.  In half-an-hour if we’re not having fun, we go to Plan B and sneak away to the library,” Lilly whispered quietly into Zymura’s ear and giggled nervously.

“And if we’re still being followed?”

“We head back to the auditorium and stay put until the dance is over.”

“We don’t go to the library?”  Zymura raised an eyebrow.

“If we really are being followed, we’re safer crossing the courtyards back to the dorms with everyone else than we are going to the library alone.”

Posted by Deborah McTiernan

Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic

Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

Read more: <ASIN: 0989180700> or <ASIN: B00D0DD97U> (Kindle).

Learn How To Use a Truth Mirror

How do you look at someone without really looking at them?
Here’s an excerpt:
To avoid Shellaire’s defeated expression, Lilly decided to check for stray hairs escaping from her up-do.  Opening her dresser drawer, she reached in and grabbed her compact.  “Are you sure you don’t feel like going with us?” she asked her roommate for the fourth time.
Opening the compact, Lilly turned away from the large dresser mirror and studied the back of her up-do with the small one she held in her hand.  She caught Shellaire’s reflection in her compact’s mirror.  “Nurse Cheshire said it was okay if you went with us to the dance for a little while.  If you want to go, we don’t have to stay long.”
Shellaire shook her head.  “No, you two go on.  I’ll be fine.  There will be plenty of other dances,” but the look on her face was doubtful.
In Lilly’s compact, Shellaire’s reflection had purple bruise-like shadows under her eyes and her face looked haggard and tired.  Startled by what she saw in the compact, Lilly’s glance bounced from Shellaire, to the mirror, and back.
With her own eyes, her roommate looked just fine.
When Lilly returned her gaze to the compact, Shellaire’s haggard face snarled back at her.  Were the shadows in the room distorting her roommate’s image in the small round mirror?
“Is there something wrong?”  Her roommate’s voice sounded snide.  “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Lilly snapped the compact closed.  Before she could answer Shellaire’s question, the hallway door clicked open, causing the Arabian Nights fabric-covered walls of the room to billow inward and settle.
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How To Know If Your Crush Has a Crush on You Too

Here’s the secret to finding out if that special someone you like, likes you back!
Here’s an excerpt:
“Hey,” Zymura leaned toward Lilly and whispered. “Don’t look now, but someone’s peeking at you from that stack of books over there.”

“Who?” When she turned to look, Zymura stopped her by cupping her chin.

“It’s Murosky Skaggs. Don’t let on that we’ve seen him.” Zymura bent close and pretended to brush something away from Lilly’s eye. “I think he’s interested in you.”

“He’s not interested in me. Curious maybe, but definitely not interested.” Lilly suppressed a sigh, struggled with her curiosity of him, and worried what her hair looked like.

“What in the world did you do to him?” Zymura said, glancing over Lilly’s shoulder at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“I think he’s following you because he has a crush on you.”

Lilly groaned. “You said he has a girlfriend.”

“My information could be wrong about the girlfriend. What if he’s secretly in love with you?” Zymura said, lowering her voice and looking worried.

“Then I’ve got a stalker,” Lilly countered.

“He’s really cute. Too bad he has such a bad reputation. Okay, he’s talking to someone. Go ahead and take a peek at him,” Zymura whispered.

Lilly turned and glanced casually over her shoulder as if completely unaware of his presence.

The wicked grin on Murosky’s face turned meaningful when he met Lilly’s gaze.

She rolled her eyes with disgust, trying to disguise her excitement. “Great. Just what we need. A spy!”

From behind Murosky, Miss Bonaventure entered the library through the room’s gothic archway. The headmistress threw a quick glance around the room, located Professor Banks sitting at the main desk, and made a beeline for him.

“We don’t have a spy,” Zymura corrected her. “You’ve got a big problem, or a secret admirer.” She reached up and slid a yearbook from the shelf.

“Some secret admirer! He isn’t very good at keeping himself a secret,” Lilly muttered, opening the front cover of her mother’s yearbook and putting Murosky Skaggs firmly out of her mind. The bindings made a quiet crackling sound.

Posted by Deborah McTiernan
Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic
Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

Learn How To Be A Good Roommate – AND How To Find a Boyfriend

In writing my Actual Magic series for Young Adults, I drew upon all my favorite story characters I loved as a kid to create my own.  Some girls can be very confusing.
 
Here’s an excerpt:
 
“You don’t have any clothes?”  Shellaire dragged her trunk in front of the closet.
 
Lilly shook her head, “No.  Nothing at all.”
 
“I’d say you and I wear the same size.  You’re feet are a little smaller, but we can take care of the whole shoe thing with some magic.”  Shellaire’s voice came across remarkably smooth.  
 
The girl’s attitude was kind and convincing.  And she didn’t smell like stinky feet.  Whatever she was up to, she wasn’t lying.  At least not yet, she wasn’t.
 
“Are you offering to share some of your clothes?”  Zymura spoke up.
 
Ignoring Zymura, Shellaire turned and looked Lilly right in the eye.  “I’ll make you a deal.  I’ve got two more trunks just like this one standing out in the hallway.  If you’re willing to share some of your closet space with me, I’m happy to share my clothes with you.  What do you think?”  She put her hands on her hips and struck a pose.  “Is that all right with you?”
 
Startled and overwhelmed by the girl’s generosity, Lilly felt herself on the verge of tears.  “Yes.  Thank you.”
 
Zymura abruptly cleared her throat.  “I’m Zymura.”
 
“I know who you are,” Shellaire snapped.
 
Zymura flinched, but quickly recovered.

  

The girl took a deep breath and exhaled.  “Can you two keep a secret?”
 
Zymura nodded.
 
“Of course, we can.”  Lilly couldn’t figure this girl out.
 
“I’m not really stuck up, but don’t tell anyone, especially the boys.”
 
“Oh, I thought something was bothering you.”  Lilly was curious why someone would want people to purposely think she was a snob.
 
“Boys don’t like nice girls.  They like mean girls they can’t push around.”  Shellaire glanced quickly from Lilly to Zymura.  “A boy won’t tell you that, but it’s true.  I read about that on the Internet.  I’ve been practicing my new attitude.  What do you think?”
 
Zymura nodded her approval while adding a look of disbelief.  “Very convincing.”
 
“Why do you want people to think you’re a snob?”  Lilly kept her expression neutral, and wondered why anyone would prefer to be nasty over just being straightforwardly nice.
 
“I want a boyfriend.  My new attitude is how I intend to get me a really good one,” Shellaire grunted, hauling a second steamer trunk into the room from the hall.  “I’ve got all the books telling you how to get a boy’s attention right in here.”  She patted the side of her luggage.
 
Zymura pulled the third steamer trunk into the room and closed the door behind her.
 
“If you guys help me get unpacked, we’ll have enough time before the school assembly to put on makeup and try on a few of my tiaras.  You want to help?”
 
Lilly hoisted the first trunk unto her bed, popped the clasps, and lifted the lid.  “Tell me what you want me to do first.”
 
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Newest 5 Star Reviews

5.0 out of 5 stars … feeling I was left with upon completion of this wonderfully imaginative journey, July 9, 2014
 This review is from: Lilly Noble & Actual Magic (Volume 1) (Paperback)
“More” is the pervasive feeling I was left with upon completion of this wonderfully imaginative journey. Originally,” Lilly” is a present I intended to give my Godchild for her eighth grade graduation. Unfortunately, after deciding to take a quick peak at the book, I was hooked. Even though I read the page turner in just four days, I had to label the book as “re-gifted and belated” when I handed it to my Godchild.
What I loved most about the book is how, like a playbill you get when you go to the theater, in the first chapter, Deb Mc Tiernan introduces you to all of the main characters; as well as teases you about the plot ahead. So as a reader, from the beginning I was engaged, relaxed and ready to experience the story as it unfolded. And, unfold it did! Before I knew it, the journey was over.
On a serious note, Deborah magnificently helps her readers become aware of the importance of truth, how lying isn’t right, is detectable and ‘smells funny’. I believe Mc Tiernan’s subtle, yet powerful message, gives young readers, as well as the rest of us, pause. Additionally, the insights into loyalty, friendship, adventure, and let us not forget budding romance, are handled with delicacy and enticement. I can’t tell you which character is my favorite. They all have their strong points, which are wonderfully rooted in every day frailties anyone can relate to. As for the step mother, and her story line … Well you just have to read it to know what deceit, and ugliness of betrayal looks like. She is a dynamic contrast to Lilly, who uses her wits and intuitive insight to uncover the mystery of her mothers death. Was her step mother involved, or not? As I said, I want ‘more’. Like, “What’s with the red dress at the end of the story?” Fortunately, I hear there is more to come. Can’t wait.
5.0 out of 5 stars amazing, May 25, 2014
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I personally loved this book it had everything I love in it. This type of book is exactly what I am looking for and I think anyone who reads it would fall in love with it. I can’t wait till the next book comes out it was amazing, I couldn’t put this book down. I recommend this book to everyone it is amazing,epic,awesome,and cool.
5.0 out of 5 stars Magic Immersion. Dive In!, May 17, 2014
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Do yourself a favor – for the price of a movie ticket and popcorn, buy this book! From the first chapter of Lily Noble and Actual Magic, I was hooked! Fabulous lyrical writing (and I’m picky!) and a GREAT story too! I adore the time McTiernan takes with character development, a skill often adrift in other young adult fiction. Also, the way she moves among the different character’s stories is very well balanced, so that we don’t lose touch with any one character for very long. An elegant skill to posses as a writer. I highly recommend it!

How to Win Friends and Influence People

In writing my Actual Magic series for Young Adults, I drew upon all my favorite story characters I loved as a kid to create my own.  No one ever wanted to be around this girl, except for maybe her evil friends!
Here’s an excerpt:
Murosky watched Dayleen sashay her way through the student body as she bore down on him.  He had no idea what was on her mind, but the puckered twist of her very full lips warned him it wasn’t good.
It never was.
When she got to within shouting distance, because he knew she enjoyed shouting over people, he rose from his seat and braced himself.
“Well, hello there, Skaggs!” she yelled with a menacing smile and a careless flip of her hair.
Heads swiveled, people recognized who it was, took a step back, and returned their attention to what they were doing.
He smiled guardedly.  Waving in response, he made a place for her next to him on the bleachers, and waited until she moved close enough for him to be heard without having to shout.
“I’ve missed you,” he said finally, and realized how lame he sounded.  He moved in to give her a kiss.
She stood perfectly still and watched him come toward her.  At the very last second, she presented her cheek to him instead.  But she remained very close to him.
Whatever Dayleen had on that dangerous little mind of hers, Murosky was now certain it spelled trouble for someone.  And that someone was probably him.  Apparently, he was never getting out of the doghouse.
“Have you checked out the crop of new girls?” she said with a voice filled with both pity and condescension.  Twisting a lock of his hair tight around her finger, she smiled sweetly when he winced.  “Of course, you have.  What a stupid question!”
“Dayleen, what do you care if I’m checking out the new girls?  You broke up with me again.  Remember?  You don’t get to be jealous anymore.”  Murosky was put off by her attitude.  He just wasn’t up to the challenge.
“Of course, I broke up with you.”
He felt a surprising lump of sadness growing in the back of his throat.  “I don’t know what I did to make you mad at me.”  He struggled to disguise the desperation in his voice.
“You were bad, you stupid boy!  Don’t you know anything?”
“I’m sorry?” he mumbled pathetically.
They stood silently gazing at one another.  Despite her pleasant-enough smile, the viciousness he saw in her eyes made him shiver.
“Dayleen,” he began, not really sure what direction he wanted to take this conversation.
“Yes, Skaggs?”
His gaze wandered across the auditorium, as if pulled there against his will.  Lilly sat with the girl he’d seen talking to her on the ferryboat when it rammed the dock, and before he pitched her into the water.
Even if Farney had his suspicions about Murosky tossing Lilly overboard, he had no proof to back up his accusation, and Murosky knew it.
“Dayleen,” he said, suddenly.  His voice had a sharp, authoritative edge.  “I’m sick of you always breaking up with me.  I don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore.”
“Okay, fair enough, but you’re not a popular boy, Skaggs.  No one else wants to be with one of your kind, except me.”  She spoke each word carefully like she was explaining this to a three-year-old.  The look on her face, however, betrayed her shock at his words.
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Creative DIY uses for Altoids tins

Learn fun, new and creative DIY uses for Altoids tins.

In writing my Actual Magic series for Young Adults, I drew upon all my favorite story characters I loved as a kid to create my own. I love those little Altoids tins, but once they are empty, what are you supposed to do with them? Well, here’s one idea!

Here’s an excerpt:
Studying the stacks of Altoids boxes lining the drawer, she selected a cinnamon tin in which to store the wish doll of her next victim. From an envelope tucked in the corner, she retrieved a small black binder clip, and then slammed the drawer shut.

She patted her pocket, felt what she was looking for, and removed the dark chocolate Altoids box containing her Randolph wish doll. Opening the small metal box, she admired her handiwork.

Randolph was very handsome. The doll she’d crafted in his likeness didn’t really do his good looks justice. The doll was definitely missing something.

Ah, yes — a personality.

She removed the doll from its portable breath mint coffin and firmly attached the binder clip to its head.

Randolph howled from inside his box under the bed.

“Sweetheart, you know I don’t like to be glared at,” she shouted at the doll. “The next time I open your lid, I expect you to greet me with a kiss and a loving smile.” With her finger, she flicked the top of the doll’s head.

Randolph howled again.

“Well then, make sure I see that handsome smile of yours the next time I open your box.”

She drew in a deep breath before letting out a long, tortured sigh. “Honestly, Randolph, you can be so ungrateful sometimes. You always think of yourself and that selfish, bratty kid of yours before you think about me.”

She flicked the doll on the top of its head once more for good measure, put it back in the Altoids box, and then snapped the lid closed.

She could hear Randolph beneath the bed moaning in agony.

Replacing the box to the pocket of her bathrobe, she added angrily, “I’ve had enough!” but really, she was just getting bored.

Posted by Deborah McTiernan
Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic
Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!