Kevin had gone with the girl on the reindeer without asking too many questions. Apparently, she was a scout for the caravan. He hadn’t really believed her when she threatened him with archers, but she seemed to mean business. Besides,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Who cares about fancy parties when you can spend your downtime chilling with some woodland critters? (It’s always embarrassing when you realize something is a bad pun seconds after you write it.) If this little winter grove looks familiar, it’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
When I first thought of this story, one of the first things I thought was the metaphor of selling refrigerators to, the inuit. Selling ice cream in a land of winter presents a similar problem. Thouh, the Scout doesn’t see[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“I can’t tell which is better, the strawberry or the chocolate.” Kevin said, finishing his last bowl. The Scout gave him a mischievous grin and slowly licked her spoon. “Who cares? There’s plenty of both.” Kevin looked at his empty[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And that’s a wrap! Here at Rhapsodies, we hope you have a very happy Christmas, no matter how difficult this year has made that.
