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"Detective Sparrow, we have Waylon waiting in interrogation for you." Officer Hollis hands over the biolog, and I swipe and tap on the information I need on our suspect. The case we've been working on has hit a dead end, and our only hope is Waylon. But the thief is a smug bastard who refuses to talk. So they've allowed me to get the information we need. This isn't my first run-in with Waylon, but he always walks free with nothing more than a warning. This is the first time

Gasp! Cold sweat clings to my skin, making my clothes stick uncomfortably. My heart thrashes in my chest as I awaken from the same nightmare I've had for the last six months. It always starts the same, terror grips me, my breathing comes rapidly, and I'm standing outside the dilapidated haunted house. It's an old Victorian home, with shutters hanging off the hinges, and vines have taken over. The essence of this house is enough to be a nightmare alone, until a shadowy hand

A Touch of Magic by Nicole Autumn The kettle behind me hisses, pulling my attention away from sorting and refilling apothecary jars. I...

Wind flips me head over heels, my wings doing nothing to stop my fall. Slowly, the luxurious feathers go from a heavenly white to the...

A Short Story by Nicole Autumn The rowdy tavern crowd is making my palms itch. I hate being in crowded enclosed spaces. It's too easy to...

Wow, my first ever blog post. I told myself I wouldn't do a blog, because who would want to read about my writing or blabber on about...