Journey into My Imagination
She wandered the long hallways, noting the room service food trays that laid outside and the “Do Not Disturb” signs already hung on doorknobs. Doubtless they were young couples in love to retire so early, and she wished, not for the first time that some romance would come into her life.
Penelope’s father had been one of the lightest fingered men he ever knew, but Niles had no reason to think Penelope shared those talents. There would be no nepotism here, not on his watch. She would not get this call. This was too big a coup to send a mere woman on. This required a man’s finesse.
Mrs. Nellabell Higgenbottom, such a ridiculous name that her friends called her Nellie. There were those that called her Higgie, but they were not so much her friends.
Despite starting my life as a con artist prodigy of sorts, I really did love books. I devoured them with an insatiable curiosity.
The door opened as if by magic. Out stepped the huge, green dragon. Windsor sniffed at the bowl appreciatively and took one giant mouthful.
“Sheesh, you don’t have to shout, sonny! I’m right here,” said Hildegarde chuckling as she moved closer to him. “Yes, yes that’s me, but no one has asked me about that in years; isn’t much call for dragon recipes. What can I do for you?”
Sir James traveled for many days and many nights to reach the land where the witch lived. Finally, he arrived at the entrance to Ecstatica Forrest. He wondered through the dark groves of trees until he stumbled upon a cottage that was so covered in vines, he nearly missed seeing it at all.
Shannon McCauley - Author 