By Victor D. Infante
Sometimes, I wonder how my grandmother did it. As witches go, Abigail Sparks was pretty much the bomb, a Wonder Woman of a witch who everyone loved, feared and … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
The young people glow with sweat, and the music thumps so loud bass rattles my bones. Another witch would probably sniff at places like this, thinking there’s no magic … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Ten: “Toot Toot Tootsie Goodbye”
Ivy hadn’t prepared me for Mavis Bankes’ townhouse on Riverside Drive and 78th street. It was a mini-mansion, that rivaled William Kassam Vanderbilt’s, Cornelius’ brother. … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Nine: “In the Jailhouse Now”
When I woke up, my feet ached, and my arm hurt. In fact, my skinned knees, and whole left side, was stiff from the fall … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Eight: “Laugh, Clown, Laugh”
Inside the tent at the end of the pier we watched a bunch of hyper dogs jump through hoops. About a dozen people were in … Continue reading→