A Short Story By Manelle Oliphant I wove my way through the entranced crowd. “Entranced” is what Mr. Marlowe called their state of mind at this point in the show. He liked big words. Nobody in the crowd noticed me. They never did. He made sure they didn’t. Mr. Marlowe’s voice boomed over our heads….
A Short story by Manelle Oliphant Mastermind behind recent attacks on Dargee Harbor still at large! “We’ve made advances,” says police captain Frederick Mumford. “After following an anonymous tip, we discovered an abandoned warehouse, where it seems our perpetrator built the machine. We found evidence it’s steam-powered and are looking into the matter.” Mr. Mumford…
A Short Story By Manelle Oliphant Tiffanie ran into her father’s office and slammed the door. “Father,” she gulped for breath, “quite by chance I’ve found out the information we need.” Mr. Barton looked up from the documents spread over his desk. Tiffanie held on to the wingback chair across from him with one hand, while she…
A Short Story By Manelle Oliphant Text and illustrations © 2014 by Manelle Oliphant I waited in the dark hallway. I bounced slightly from the excitement of seeing her again. Every night for months I’d watched her glide down the hallway, but tonight was All Saints’ Eve when the gate between the dead and the…