I had made it back to my room after wandering aimlessly all over the estate, thinking hard about what I could do if Father decided I should leave.  Something told me he wouldn’t just kick me out and expect me to make it on my own.  I felt he would probably send me somewhere,  [ Read More ]

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             As  father stomped into the shed and headed straight for me, I started moving backward, unconsciously backing up against Jarvis.  I was terrified, my whole body shaking with fear as I watched father’s red, furious face.             “What’s going on in here?!” father roared.  “Is this some kind of sick joke?  Are you trying  [ Read More ]

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I was feeling pretty good as I made my way to the training shed a few minutes early that afternoon. I didn’t want to take any chance of missing Jarvis. I knew that he was very busy and it was possible that if he arrived early and I was not there, he would make some  [ Read More ]

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Jan 09

Chapter 3 –

I lay in my bed, aching all over. Thomas and I had been practicing my new method of swordsmanship every day now for a solid month, with the usual bout of “old fashioned” sword practice at the end of each session.  I was getting better at my own method, but I still lacked the strength  [ Read More ]

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CHAPTER 2: Looking at Thomas uncertainly, I asked him nervously, “Are you angry with me, Thomas? I mean, I’m really too small to fight your way and I read in this book how a smaller person might be able to stand up against a larger man. I’ve been practicing it every day.” Thomas shook his  [ Read More ]

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Wizard Jasper and the Spell of the Frogs    Jasper woke to the sound of two swords clanging together. “Yeah! It’s a new day,” Jasper said to himself sarcastically. “Sometimes I wish there was someone that was as nice as mom was before she died.” He said. “Man, I miss mo…”    “Quit talking to  [ Read More ]

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JASPER’S REVENGE! CHAPTER I: I was born on a beautiful summer day as the youngest of seven boys. My father named me Jasper. It is my belief that he had finally run out of names and was just grasping for mine. I was the runt of the litter, as all of my brothers are large.  [ Read More ]

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