by Sienna Hardy Trees, frosted over with glistening ice crystals, glitter like fallen stars spun with silver silk as I stalk silently through the winter shrouded forest. My paws sink into the powder-soft snow as I hunt for my breakfast. …
Who You Really Are
By Sienna Hardy PAGE 1 The wind swirled around the town and whipped Jade’s hair into her face. Her mother was going to be so mad. She nagged Jade day and night to brush her hair and Jade did, but …