Writer’s Palette Writing Challenge: Darker Hues by Jordyn Kohr

Jordyn Kohr is a sixteen-year old writer who participated and completed the summer 2025 Writer’s Palette Writing Challenge. Her short story, ” Darker Hues,” tells of a girl named Hestia from a mysterious and powerful family who must cope with the loss of her father and the consequences of her family’s actions.

Read Jordyn’s story below:

I don’t know where to begin. Should I tell you my name? Maybe you want to know about my family? My favorite color? My beginnings? I’ll start from the beginning. 

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth… Too far? I think so. Okay how about this:

My birthday is July 27th. My birth was a normal one. My mom spent the day in the hospital and I came into this world around 5:00 pm. My older siblings were present and my younger twin came into the world 30 minutes after me. I got my ears pierced when I was 3. I developed anxiety around that age. I still struggle with that but my sixteen years of life have shown a plethora of good reasons why. I started developing a personality when I was seven. I became different around that time too. My family noticed that and may have cast me out. For nine years, I have been living at a school for people like me. Though even they don’t really know what I am. 

In everything, I have found peace among the trees, calm in the rain, quiet among the stars. I have a name among my peers at school: freak, weirdo, strange. You name any of the cruel nicknames the students at your high school have called you and I’ve probably been called it, aside from the really inappropriate ones because the school I go to has more dignity than that. The name I was given by my parents might also be considered cruel. Hestia is what they called me, namely for the glow they saw in my eyes when I opened them. I prefer my middle name, Nimue, but it isn’t much better considering both of my names have some nerdy correlation to literature. Hestia being related to Greek myth and Nimue to Arthurian legend. Of course, my names leave me as a nerd too, but of course that also makes me different. 

I guess, now is a decent time to describe my physique to you. I have white hair. Don’t ask me how, amazing genetics is my guess. My eyes are a dark green with hints of brown around my pupils. I have extremely fair skin. I always wear dresses to cover the countless scars on my leg. For that reason and because it is the dress code for the place that I live, at least for the girls. I’m rather lean. Many people would call me underweight, I’ve had my fair share of basically starving myself unintentionally, but yeah. That’s how I look. 

Nature has been my home any time I need to get out of the fortress I have to call home. The wind in my hair is my favorite feeling, that or rain on my skin. I often will race the wolves. They are my only friends. The trees often speak to me. They sing in hushed voices so as to not alert the world of their voices. They often tell me that I am one of them. Maybe that is why everything feels so harmonious within me when I am in nature or maybe that is why everything feels so off when I’m with those in the fortress or my family. No matter, I still find calm in the woods. Getting lost is the best way to live life in my opinion.

“Nimue!” the annoying boy who calls himself my friend shouts, “It’s time for dinner!”

“I’m coming, Chase!” I didn’t really want to go to dinner. I’m a freak among those people. I find my bed along with my comfort books to be a place of far more comfort than any other room or thing in the entire fortress. 

“Hurry! All the good stuff will be gone if you don’t come quick!” His voice was melodic in a rough way. He is the one human I would allow myself to find comfort in. The one person I would let myself get close to after what they did to me. 

I open my door to find his hand raised in a fist prepared to knock on my door once again. He was handsome, even with his messy curly brown hair. Many would not find him handsome with his mocha colored skin. People only thought tan skin was handsome or beautiful, so the two of us quickly bonded over our undesirable skin tones. He runs his raised hand through his hair and I felt my breathing slightly hitch as he did so. Then I curse myself for doing so. This boy means nothing to me. 

“Clearly,” he says. 

“What?” I ask him.

“Clearly, I mean nothing to you,” he said, repeating my exact thought. Sometimes I forget his difference is reading minds. 

“I thought you said you wouldn’t ever read my mind.” 

“I did, but your thoughts are so intriguing when they are about me.” 

I roll my eyes and allow him to escort me to dinner. We sit and eat. The chatter of those around us ebbs and flows like most conversations do, getting louder and softer at various points, but Chase and I remain rather quiet throughout the meal, only speaking to ask for pepper and salt or the like. I sit on the edge of my seat, the possibility of being touched is too stressful for my mind to properly comprehend it. After everyone leaves to retire to their dorm lobbies, Chase and I get up to leave. He escorts me to the library this time. We sit and I drink tea while he makes himself a mug of hot cocoa. Then we are relaxing on the sofas in the library as I pull out a book about mythology and start on a section about Hercules. He starts chuckling.

“What?” I ask.

“Oh nothing. Just the cute way you smirk to yourself as you read the myths for which you are named. You are quite beautiful.” I blush as he finishes.

“Hmm.” I hum. Then I quickly decide to retire for the night, “I shall see you in the morning, Chase.” Then I’m heading to my room before he can say good night.

I slept peacefully last night. But, of course, knowing my luck that peace lasted only through the night. When I wake up, I notice that the oranging leaves are beginning to fall off their respective trees. I went to the window to watch in awe as the seasons changed before my eyes. That awe is quickly replaced with something else. A dread I can’t quite place. 

“Hey, Hestia,” I turn in a whirl to find my older sister, Aspyn, sitting in an armchair watching me watch the leaves, “It’s been a long time.”

Of my siblings, Aspyn is the least bearable. I can’t stand her, so I don’t know why my parents sent her. I dress myself in a white button up blouse and a brown tank top style dress. I don’t worry about my hair and wrap a square cloth around it. 

“We need to talk,” Aspyn says, following desperately as I find my way to my clearing in the woods.

“Desperation is not a good look on you,” I say, not bothering to face her. Then I run into a solid body. I stumble and it, he, catches me. 

“Well well, if it isn’t the golden child, Griffin. How’s my twin doing?” I ask, as I finally look up into the eyes I looked into everyday for the first seven years of our lives. They are a fiery orange. Beautiful and perfect. They are our mother’s eyes. His raven hair hangs lazily in those eyes of his. I love my twin, but I do not love the way he treated me during our last interaction. 

“I am not your twin,” he mutters grumpily. I often forget how he disowned me.

“Griffin, step away from her,” the oldest of us says. Raven is a man of many mysteries, like I am a lady of lots of labyrinthine qualities, but he has always been the one to nurse my wounds. 

“So what is this? A sibling inter-” I begin.

“No,” Raven cuts me off, “We came to tell you that Father is dead.”

“Murdered actually,” Griffin says.

“We wanted you to hear it from us,” Aspyn speaks. It’s like they rehearsed this. Each only speaking a little before the next speaks.

“So what? Do you think I did this?” I ask. 

“Would that really be so hard to believe? After what you did?” Griffin mocks.

“Griffin!” Raven reprimands. “Tell us, did you kill our father?”

“When did he die? I have proof of an alibi.”

“He was murdered around 7 pm, last night. We found him when we got home around 9,” Aspyn says.

“I was at dinner then. You can ask Chase,” I say, feigning brushing off their words.

My father is dead? Even after all that he did to me, he is still my father and I still love him. I wouldn’t kill him.

“Chase? Has someone found a boy?” Griffin taunts me.

“Like you care.” I scoff.

“Knock it off you two,” Aspyn rolls her eyes.

“Let’s go,” Raven says.

“So all you needed was information and you decided to ruin my morning to get it?”

“Pretty much,” Aspyn says before turning back to the fortress and my brothers follow her. 

Then they are gone. And I am left thinking about what was just revealed. A wolf, the one I call Vixen, comes close to me, probably in an effort to soothe my rising panic. 

“Thanks,” I whisper to her. Then she is gone again and I am left to listen to the trees. 

My father is dead. It was a homicide. I’m the one suspected of killing him. Just because of my history of killing those around me. Completely by accident I’ll have you know, but I did enjoy it, but only a little. Ugh, I’m hopeless aren’t I?

I begin my trek back to the fortress. Classes will be starting tomorrow and I should probably organize my books. And my tea! Because you never know who will stop in for a quick drink late in the night. 

As if my thoughts beckoned him, a small bat landed gracefully on my window sill and his wing tapped gently on the glass. I opened the window knowing this bat was as friendly as they could get. Before the bat landed anywhere, it turned into a man. 

“Hello Caspian,” I state, emotionless. I am already preparing his tea. Out of the corner of my eye, he is brushing his red hair from his shimmering blue eyes. 

“Hello, Hestia,” he says, drawing near to me. Carefully and gently, he wraps his strong arms around me. He has an allure to him that all vampires possess but only those of his stature are irresistible. 

“One, you know I hate that name. Two, I will stop making you tea if you so much as think you can finally get away with having even a sip of my blood straight from the vein. And three, you were the one who killed my father weren’t you?” This man was centuries older than I, he knew how to get things done.

“Three, after all that he has done to you, it wouldn’t surprise me if I did, but it was not me. Two, you know that you pull me close to you naturally, so I am sorry that I cannot resist your pull. One, but my darling Hestia, your name speaks truth, you are as warm as the hearth for which you are named,” he mirrors my framework and it infuriates me, but I busy myself with his tea and prick my finger with a sewing needle and allow a drop of blood to fall into the mug. I practically feel his eyes glow at the sight of my blood. I wrap a bandage around my finger and hand him the mug. 

“Will you join me for tea? I believe we have some things to discuss. Considering your claim. And considering that you are invading my privacy. I told you to stay away from me.”

“I’m afraid I can no longer do that. Darkness has started to hunt you and I have reason to believe it is here in this fortress.”

The Darkness of which Caspian speaks is familiar to me. I almost embraced it once. He was the one who saved me. If I told you about it, well let’s just say that you would agree with my siblings. That moment is what got me disowned by my twin. Raven was the only one who understood me and what I did. 

Since then I have tried to be good. The word “tried” is the very key to my entire life. I have always tried to be something I am not.  

“Maybe it’s time you be the thing that you are,” Caspian says, knowing my thoughts are reeling about my past just from the look on my face, “Darling, the Darkness killed your father.”

“How do you know?” I question, because if he knows this, then maybe he is confessing to being there when my father died.

“You know I embraced the Darkness and that means I can feel when it attacks. It was trying to make itself look good for you. Trying to get you to see the goodness inside of it, but do not be fooled, Hestia, it is evil incarnate.”

“I won’t let it back in, don’t worry.” Caspian and I talked for many hours before he finally left me, promising to track down the Darkness that killed my father. 

The next morning, I wake up to a light knock on my door. I drowsily get up to see who it is. Opening the door, I find Chase’s timid smile splayed across his face. 

“Hey, Nimue,” I kind of flinch at the name because everyone from the previous day had called me by my birth name, “I was hoping I could speak to you before classes started for the day.”

“Sure,” I say, reluctantly, “What do you want to talk to me about?”

“Well, recently I have found myself desiring to spend more time with you and I have begun to not just tolerate you but to kind of like you as well.”

“Sooo you are admitting your romantic feelings for me, right now?” I ask.

“Yes?” he says it like a question. This self-conscious cute-not-cute boy is saying that he loves me. 

“Look, I like you, but I’m not sure you really want to like me, let alone love me in the way that romantically needs to be done.” I begin to close the door on him thinking that is it.

But no. He sticks his foot into the door and I have to stop closing it so that I don’t squash him. He says, “No matter what you did in your past, I think I can still love you. You are not your past. You are no longer that monster, so long as you choose to take a step forward.”

Then he disappears. He disappears into the crowd of people now milling about and heading to their first class of the semester. I lose sight of his bushy hair rather quickly, but just as quickly, I close my dorm door. Turning to my normal morning cares, I ponder this boy. This boy, if I were anyone else, that I could love. I could live happily with him. I am happier than usual when I am with him. Maybe Griffin is right, maybe I have found a boy. I shake my head a little and turn to the important matters. If I fall in love, I will have no time for my studies or avoiding my scars.

Today, I dress myself in a simple cream dress. I brush my hair and open my door with a tote bag hanging off my shoulder and head to my first class, Animal Care. They teach us how to care for basic animals like reptiles and the occasional mammal. I don’t enjoy it much considering all of the time I spend in the woods. A lot of the information is incorrect. Severely incorrect. When I get to class, though, I notice rather than the normal teacher, Mr. Conners, Caspian is standing behind the desk. 

“Attention class! Mr. Conners is on leave for this semester and for the time being I will be your teacher. You can call me Mr. Pan, as in the Greek god of the wild. Don’t get it wrong.”

I roll my eyes as he speaks. He’s just doing this to get under my skin. Of course, he chose a Greek mythological figure. I feign listening as he “teaches” us about the proper way to brush a horse. 

Then I see it. The flicker of a shadow that should not be able to move on its own. 

“Hello Darkness, my old friend,” I mutter.

I stand up and Caspian’s gaze quickly flicks to me as well as everyone else’s.

“Class dismissed!” he quickly shouts and everyone scrambles out of the room, not because they want to get out of class but because they are afraid of me, afraid of how different I am.

Caspian is beside me in an instant. No matter how much I hate him, he still will always be present for me. Chase is also beside me in an instant. 

The Darkness, seeing those who are willing to support me, vanishes, leaving me to catch my breath as I reel from seeing my pain all over again. 

“What was that?” Chase asks.

“That was what killed my father.” 

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” He’s trying to be sympathetic. I know that, but it stings. He doesn’t know what my father put me through. 

“It’s okay. Thanks,” I know what to say, even though I don’t feel it. Who cares.

Without a moments notice, guards are in the doorway. 

“Hestia Nimue, come with us,” one of them says.

“What?” Chase asks. “You aren’t taking her anywhere.” 

He does like me, I realize, perhaps he can love me. Chase positions himself between me and the guards.

“She is a danger, we must take her away,” a different one says.

“Chase, let her go. We can fix this later,” Caspian says.

Chase sighs and moves out of the way. I can protect myself; I don’t need a boy’s help.

One of the guards grabs underneath my arm and leads me out of the room, but I don’t get far with them. Instead, I am screaming and fighting against them. I wrangle myself free and run down the hallways. I find my way to the courtyard and escape to the woods. The guards are chasing after me, but I am too fast for them to catch me. As soon as I reach the woods, the wolves find me and I am running to freedom alongside them.

Voices are not necessary in the woods. Why on earth would anyone choose to disrupt the peace? The wolves lead me to a place in the woods I have never been to before. Torches that should not have been there lit up all around me. So this is what I get for running away from the school? A creepy circle with creepy torches that is not natural. Just my luck with the Darkness coming after me and all!! 

The wolves have disappeared by now, leaving me to wonder where I am.

A shiver runs down my spine when I hear it. My name. Echoing from the trees all around me, but it was not the trees that were speaking. It was the circle of stones in which I stood. The voice was neither masculine nor feminine. It carried no weight and yet felt burdensome. The stones were speaking to me. How was that even possible? It wasn’t.

“Sit,” a materialistic voice commanded. The command was irresistible. I sat down immediately. 

I saw only a sliver of the shadow magic before it hit me and I was no longer in the stone circle. 

I was in my childhood home. My mother stood at the stove-top cooking chicken noodle soup. My twin was not far from me. He wasn’t older than 5 years old. This was before it happened, before I became different. Before the Darkness. Raven sat on the couch with a book in hand. It was about dragons or something. Aspyn was outside tending to the garden. I remember this day. This was the day my heart truly understood, but my mind did not. I remember examining everyone and feeling different but nothing ever came of it.

The day after this my father begins to train me, as he calls it. This was my last normal day. I spent the evening playing with Griffin before sitting on the couch with Raven for a bit and ultimately ended up in the garden with Aspyn before going in for dinner. I did not spend my last normal day like this originally. Originally, I self-isolated. Stayed in my room all day. Separated myself from those I loved because, though, I didn’t know it, but instead felt it, they didn’t love me. I go to bed like I had originally, and when I wake up my father is standing over me. He tells me to put on some old clothes and meet him outside in the back. I’m five years old and feel every strike my father lays on me as I make mistakes in my fighting stances. He was unknowingly turning me into a weapon.

In just two years of that training, I was stronger, faster, better than all of my siblings and my father combined, but then I did it. I was out in the village, alone. Some boys cornered me. The ring leader, Soren, was taunting me. Threatening me. He tore my sleeve and I twisted his arm behind his back and put him on the ground with one clean move. I didn’t hear the sickening crunch of the skull meeting the hard ground.  I didn’t feel the warm flow of blood that was coming out of his head. I didn’t see the tears streaming down the other boys’ faces. I didn’t smell the sweat coming off my body from how hard I had hit the boy. I don’t taste the blood in my own mouth from biting my tongue as I killed the boy. When an adult finally got there, Soren was dead. The adrenaline I received from the fight had finally receded and I was left to face the gravity of what I had just done. The librarian had seen what had happened from her window across the street, so after she gave her statement and I gave mine to the police, she led me home.

I was in a stupor. I could never forget my parents’ looks when they saw me. My mother’s was of pure terror. Her youngest daughter covered in blood must have been a sight to behold. My father’s was of pride. The monster he had trained me to be was fully incarnate. That night I saw something move in the shadows of my bedroom. As I climbed out of bed, I found the thing in my mirror. It was a wolf staring back at me. I had closed my eyes fearing it was just a bad dream and when I opened them, the wolf was gone. Young me passed it off as a bad dream. It had to have just been a bad dream. Right? Another thing appeared in my room that night. The Darkness appeared to me the first time. It was so alluring, so entrancing. I reached out to it that night but a bat had seen me and landed on the window sill. He stopped me before I could really do any damage to myself or those resting peacefully within my home. The next day I was shipped off to the fortress. The last thing my twin said to me before I left was that I was no sister of his. 

I am returned to the stone circle. That was not how I remembered most of those days. I did not remember the wolf in the mirror. I must have suppressed that pain. I did not remember the full extent of the pain my father put me through. I feel a warm liquid running down my cheeks. Tears, I realize. 

“What is this place?” I ask, weakly.

“This place reveals the truth. The truth of the past and the truth of where our road crosses.”

“Our road?” The tears stop falling as a sense of dread washes over me.

“Yes, Hestia, our road,” a figure steps out, still clothed in shadows and I realize what this place is. 

I scramble to my feet, drowsy from all of the remembering I had just done. 

“Don’t worry dear girl. Our fate is a joyous one. Full of destruction and war.”

Without warning, Caspian and Chase come crashing through the trees. 

They say blue eyes are the most beautiful, but I am most partial to the brown ones that stare back at me as Chase grabs my hands, turning me away from the looming danger of the Darkness standing before me. 

“Look at me, Nimue” he commands me, but his voice is gentle, “I will protect you. You were not loved properly when you were young, so I will give you my heart.”

As if summoning the people who did not love me, my siblings stepped out of the trees. Aspyn and Griffin bore sinister looks, while Raven bore one as if he wished he didn’t have to be there. This circle, these people. I am going to die in this place. This is my grave. 

The Darkness took a step toward me, my two friends placed themselves between me and it. Except the Darkness was not an “it”. I realize that now. It is and has always been my father. 

“Well done, my daughter. You finally understand,” he says, revealing himself. My father is a stocky man, his black hair and stark blue eyes are way too familiar.  

I turn to my siblings. “You all knew. You know about the suffering he put me through?”

“Yes.” Aspyn states, her tone almost proud.

“He’s our father, Hestia,” Griffin’s voice was soft but cruel.

I wait for Raven to say something, “And what about you, Ray?” I use his childhood nickname to try to make a connection, to try to get him to look at me. When he does look up, his eyes have tears in them.

“Hes, I’m sorry, but if I didn’t he would have done the same to me and Aspyn and Griffin. It was wisest to give him one child but spare the others.”

“So you chose me? So you gave him… me?”

“Oh you poor girl. You don’t know the full story. You were cursed by a witch. It was always going to be you,” my father sneers. 

Chase slips his hand into mine and gives it a light squeeze. 

“Well, you can’t use me anymore. You’re going to have to kill me, like you did when I was young. I won’t be your monster anymore.”

“Hestia,” Raven tries to make a move toward me.

“I refuse to be used anymore! Kill me!” I scream at my father. 

Caspian moves closer to me. “You don’t have to do this,” he whispers.

“I’m already the villain in this story. I’m already a monster. The villain always loses. The monster always dies.”

My father has drawn his sword. He is making his way over to me. There is one last thing I need to do before I die. I gently remove my hand from Chase’s and turn to face him. 

“I love you, my dearest friend,” I say to him. I lightly kiss him. It was my goodbye. Then I pull away and face Caspian, the friend who had saved me once before.

“You can’t save me this time, vampire.”

My father is close now. I take a step toward him. I make it easy on him. I could just as easily face him and win, but the villain always loses and the monster always dies. I hear my heart beat one minute and then I don’t. I feel the grass as I fall to it. I see nothing. I smell nothing. I taste nothing. The heroes won. The monster is dead. 

“Hestia Nimue died on June 10th at age 16. She was a monster to many, but a friend to me. I loved her. She was not a monster. She was a girl with monsters and we failed to help her,” Chase says at my funeral. I am not there, of course, but I hear his voice as he talks about me. There were two steps to unleashing my curse. Caspian, being a vampire, had helped me to find the witch who placed it on me when I was thirteen. We knew who my father was. We knew I would not die. The first step was that I had to kill someone. After I killed Soren, I became different. I had a bestial side of me that could not be tamed. Secondly, I had to die. Only then could I become a full werewolf. Only then could my true self be revealed. 

To everyone, except for Caspian, I am dead. Slowly I fade to a memory, except to Chase. He always remembers me. For a long time, he searches for me, and for a long time, I hide from him. I was afraid he would stop loving me if he saw what I had become. During one of Caspian and I’s long conversations, he convinces me that Chase would still love me. That for as long as he had searched, there is no way he wouldn’t. Eventually, I reintroduced myself to my love. He still loves me. 

As Chase grows old, I stay young. I was still 16 when he was 60. We get married when he turns 30. We live happily and have a family, two brilliant children, a son and a daughter. They also grow old while I stay young. Caspian is the only one I have left, all my grandchildren and great-grandchildren forget about me. Caspian and I travel the world. We visit a new place everyday. We live for an eternity. No one remembers us, remembers our pains and our joys.

In our travels, after about a hundred years, we come across a young vampire, Elenor. We learn that she was turned into a vampire by the same one who turned Caspian. In our hunt for revenge against that vampire, we meet a young werewolf, Kieran. He was cursed by the same witch who cursed me. We get our revenge, eventually, but it takes us another hundred years. Then we settled down. Caspian and I get married and legally adopt Elenor and Kieran. Together, as a family, like Chase would have wanted, we live. You may see us and not even realize it, but we are here and we still live on. We are the villains. We died in the world’s eyes, so that we could still live, if only in the shadows. We are monsters. The darkness is our home. There we shall stay. We are here, and we still live on.

The End  

Last, Current, Next: Jessie’s February Reading Shelf

Last :: “Fourth Wing” – Rebecca Yarros 

Format :: Physical 

Genre :: Fantasy, Romance, New Adult 

I’ve said it before on this blog, I don’t typically read fantasy let alone seek one out. I finally did it though! I read the ever talked about and loved “Fourth Wing” and I have to say, the hype is 100% real! I read this 500+ book within a few days because I literally could not stop thinking about it. Dragons, magic, found family and a romance, all in one book! I have to say, my favorite part is how the dragons are written as characters themselves, each of them is quite distinct. I felt a lot of “Divergent” vibes throughout this book, which happens to be one of my favorite books! I think “Fourth Wing” goes on the “Books I Wish I Could Read Again for the First Time” list. 

Current:: “All the Water in the World” – Eiren Caffal 

Format :: Physical 

Genre :: Science Fiction, Dystopian, Fiction, Thriller 

When the glaciers melt, the water rises, the world isn’t the same as it was – Nonie and her family escape from the museum they were living in when the floods first began. Currently, I’m about halfway through with this read. I like the way the author has written shorter chapters but bounces between telling the past and the current points of view without it being a sharp back and forth. Caffal writes in such a way that the action of the story pulls me in, and it feels like I’m right there beside the characters on the water.  Already, at the halfway point, I have thought a lot about survival skills versus the need and responsibility to preserve history – it has been a great conversation point with my husband.

Next :: “Out of the Woods” – Hannah Bonam-Young 

Format :: Physical 

Genre :: Romance, Contemporary, Fiction 

My first experience with Hannah Bonam-Young was reading “Out on a Limb” last year. I enjoyed the author’s writing great realistic characters with honest flaws that I’ve been waiting for “Out of the Woods” to be released. Sarah and Caleb are high school sweethearts, Sarah begins to wonder what life would be like without Caleb as her other half. I’m interested in reading this because I haven’t read a high school sweetheart romance like this, it’s usually the “once upon a time, broke up and now finding each other again” high school sweetheart story line.

What have you been reading? What are you looking forward to reading next?

Last, Current, Next: Jessie’s January Reading Shelf

Last :: “The Society for Soulless Girls” – Laura Steven 

Format :: Audio via Libby 

Genre :: Young Adult, Fantasy, Mystery, LGBTQ 

Fantasy is not typically a genre that I search out when I choose to read it. This dark academia meets supernatural read reminds me of “The Devil makes Three” by Tori Bovalino.  Carvell College of the Arts was once an elite school but is now known for the murders that once occurred there.  “The Society for Soulless Girls” is told in a dual point of view following Lottie and Alice as the unknown hauntings of the school library’s North Tower begins to claim students again. This read is heavy on gothic and supernatural themes, while not something I look for in my young adult reads, I did like this read. 

Current:: “Magnolia Parks” – Jessa Hastings  

Format :: E-read via Libby 

Genre :: Romance, New Adult, Fiction, Contemporary 

The first in the Magnolia Parks series, “Magnolia Parks” follows the main character Magnolia and on again, off again boyfriend BJ through the struggles of love while being the center of British socialite circles. I’m about thirty percent into this and while I can see Magnolia and BJ are incredibly toxic in their relationship and so very predictable, I can’t put the book down. From the first chapter I got “Gossip Girl” by Cecily von Ziegesar vibes, but slightly more mature main characters– heavy on the “slightly” more mature part. I can foresee myself reading the rest of this series just to see what these characters get up to. 

Next :: “Tiny Threads” – Lilliam Rivera 

Format :: Physical 

Genre :: Horror, Thriller, Fiction 

First, the cover was what drew me in. Then, the synopsis got me pulled all the way in. Just shy of 250 pages, “Tiny Threads” must pack a punch with supernatural happenings. I get the vibe that this might be a darker, full of twists and turns version of “The Devil Wears Prada” by Lauren Weisberger. It has been a while since I have read something that made me twist with anticipation to figure it out and I sense that this might be the trick and be more than a dark dive into the fashion industry. 

What’s Ashley Reading?: Buried Deep and Other Stories

Buried Deep and Other Stories by Naomi Novik

First line: My house growing up was full of words; my mother read widely.

Summary: In this collection of thirteen stories, acclaimed fantasy author Naomi Novik, brings in several of her previously published short stories as well as two new ones. These stories range from historical to science fiction with appearances by Elizabeth Bennett and dragons. As well as revisiting some of her past works she introduces us to the new world which will be the setting of her upcoming fantasy novel.

My Thoughts: I really enjoy the work of Naomi Novik. She writes some outstanding fantasy novels with beautiful world building. My first look was in Uprooted and most recently with the Scholomance trilogy.

There were several stories in here which I really enjoyed and some that I skipped. I loved revisiting the world of the Scholomance after the events of the trilogy to see what life was like for the new students. I haven’t read her dragon series but I will definitely add it to my list after reading the dragon stories in this collection. I really enjoyed the short story that inspired her book, Spinning Silver. I think it was better as a short story than a full length novel. The one I skipped early on had a strong science fiction theme to it which did not hold my attention but there are many more stories to choose from making it easy to pass on the one.

This would be a good introduction to anyone who hasn’t read Novik’s work yet or someone who wants to expand on her work as well.

Monica’s Musings: Expiration Dates

Expiration Dates by Rebecca Serle

“But being surprised by life isn’t losing, it’s living. It’s messy and uncomfortable and complicated and beautiful. It’s life, all of it. The only way to get it wrong is to refuse to play.”
― Rebecca Serle, Expiration Dates

Summary: Daphne Bell believes the universe has a plan for her. Every time she meets a new man, she receives a slip of paper with his name and a number on it—the exact amount of time they will be together. The papers told her she’d spend three days with Martin in Paris; five weeks with Noah in San Francisco; and three months with Hugo, her ex-boyfriend turned best friend. Daphne has been receiving the numbered papers for over twenty years, always wondering when there might be one without an expiration. Finally, the night of a blind date at her favorite Los Angeles restaurant, there’s only a name: Jake.

But as Jake and Daphne’s story unfolds, Daphne finds herself doubting the paper’s prediction, and wrestling with what it means to be both committed and truthful. Because Daphne knows things Jake doesn’t, information that—if he found out—would break his heart.

My Opinion: Once again, a book by Rebecca Serle does not disappoint! I thought this one would be a light, fluffy romance, but boy, was I wrong! This book was so much more. The concept of receiving notes that show how long a relationship will last is quite intriguing. I managed this one in a single session.

There were a few surprise twists that I did not see coming, but the best part for me was when Daphne stopped letting the pieces of paper dictate her life. She took control and realized you only have one life, so do what you want! I like how Serle writes because it is unique but not too wordy, and her books are always unique.

Check out my reviews of In Five Years and One Italian Summer by Rebecca Serle too!

Monica’s Musings: House of Hollow

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland

“You shouldn’t be afraid of the truth. It’ll set you free, right?”-Krystal Sutherland, House of Hollow

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Iris Hollow has always been strange. Something happened to her and her two older sisters when they were children, something they can’t quite remember but that left each of them with an identical half-moon scar at the base of their throats.

Iris has spent most of her teenage years trying to avoid the weirdness that sticks to her like tar. But when her eldest sister, Grey, goes missing under suspicious circumstances, Iris learns just how weird her life can get: horned men start shadowing her, a corpse falls out of her sister’s ceiling, and ugly, impossible memories start to twist their way to the forefront of her mind.

As Iris retraces Grey’s last known footsteps and follows the increasingly bizarre trail of breadcrumbs she left behind, it becomes apparent that the only way to save her sister is to decipher the mystery of what happened to them as children.

The closer Iris gets to the truth, the closer she comes to understanding that the answer is dark and dangerous – and that Grey has been keeping a terrible secret from her for years.

My Thoughts: Calling all fans of dark fairy tales! Right from the get-go, this story drew me in. While reading, the hairs on my arms stood up, and I lost my appetite several times at the many grotesque descriptions throughout. When I look for a creepy read, I do not aim to have the bejeezus scared out of me. Nor am I hoping to be so freaked out that I won’t sleep for a week and have to check every dark corner for fear of monsters. Rather, I want that perfect balance where a story is actually chilling, but it is also so much fun that I want more. And this book hits it right on the nose!

I loved how the story unfolded, with lots of little clues and happenings building up to a set of twists and turns. I’m not sure what I expected going in, but it sure wasn’t this. With its darkness and vivid imagery, this story feels like a fairy tale gone wrong.

Writing Challenge Winner: Lifeguard to the Rescue by Bella Johnson

Bella Johnson is a thirteen-year old writer who participated in the Summer 2023 Elemental Writing Challenge in which she wrote a 5,000 word original short story this summer. Bella’s contemporary adventure introduces readers to Scarlett, a girl struggling to care of her ill mother, balance her complex friend groups, and decide what to do about a mysterious magical object offered to her by an even more mysterious sorcerer.

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Original drawing of the main character, Scarlett

We began in an indoor pool with nobody there, the perfect place for 2, 14 year old girls to work. When the new aquatics center opened up nobody wanted to come to the old aquatics center. The girls’ names were Mia and Scarlett. Mia was a tall girl, with brown hair that was dyed blue at the tips. She had on a red swimsuit and Scarlett had a green. Scarlett was a little bit shorter, with red hair dyed with silver tips, she also had green eyes.

“What are you doing tonight Scarlett?”

“Same thing I do every night Mia. I have to look over my mother and watch my sisters. Sorry, I can’t do anything tonight either.”

“Are you going to hang out with me ever, I remember before your mother got sick. We used to hang out all the time. I miss that.”

“We are hanging out right now, wanna race?”

“Nah, remember the last time we raced?”

Scarlett thought about the last time they raced, she just found out that her mother was sick. She also remembered getting stuck in the water and almost drowned, but thanks to the lifeguards they saved her. That’s why she became a lifeguard.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Hey it’s time for me to go home, you got close up again?”

“Yeah, just be careful. I heard your sisters are at it again.”

“Aren’t they always? I will talk to you later bye.”

Scarlett changed out of her swimsuit into her school outfit putting on her most boring jacket. She turned in everything about that day and clock out. On her walk home, Scarlett could not stop thinking about how boring her life is. She can’t hang out with any of her friends unless her father is home or Grandma or Grandpa could come over and help out. When she got home she heard yelling inside the house. She stayed outside for a couple of minutes, before going into the crazy house.

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Writing Challenge Winner: Bringleclaw and the Cursed Pearl by Layla Mendoza

Layla Mendoza is a thirteen-year old writer who participated in the Summer 2023 Elemental Writing Challenge in which she wrote a 5,000 word original short story this summer. Layla’s fantasy adventure tells the tale of Bringleclaw, a curmudgeonly villain desperate to return the flourishing kingdom of Betom back to the old ways, and a group of unlikely misfits determined to stop him.

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 Chapter 1: Bringleclaw  


Far away, in a place that humans have scarcely seen, there was a kingdom called Betom, that had beautiful emerald green hills, sparkling bubbling brooks, tall, multi-colored trees that only you and I can dream of, and most of all: Magic. The magic that lived here dwelled everywhere, not just in the magical beings, but in the land itself, tucked away into the darkest corner, the smallest thorn, even small, unsuspecting insects! 

And you can only imagine how joyous the creatures that lived here were! The elves often held grand feasts and dances. The goblins, as fierce as they might seem, liked to play wondrous music when they were feeling especially happy and even the smallest fairies would go about, joining in any festivities they could. Of course, it wasn’t always like this. In the ancient days, the Goblins liked to cause all sorts of mischief, wreaking havoc in not only their own realm, but as many others as possible. 

But festivities and joyous occasions were the daily life for the citizens of Betom, and it went on for many years – the same things, the same celebrations.  But then one day, everything changed. 

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What’s Ashley Reading?: Padawan

Padawan by Kiersten White

First line: The tentacles appeared with no warning, wrapping around Obi-Wan Kenobi’s wrist in a deadly barbed grip.

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi is a young padawan in the Jedi order. He has spent nearly his whole life learning the ways of the Force. Now he is studying under the tutelage of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. However, he is finding this part of his training even more difficult than he thought. It involves lots of meditation and waiting for his master to decide what to teach him next. But when he finds a mysterious message in the temple he hopes that he can convince his mentor to travel to an unknown planet to search for the answers and a little adventure. When Qui-Gon does not show, Obi-Wan decides that he is going to seek the answers on his own. No matter the consequences.

My Thoughts: I was very excited to get this book especially after the airing of Obi-Wan on Disney+. In the original trilogy, Ewan McGregor and his portrayal of Obi-Wan was my favorite part. He did a great job bringing the younger version to life on the screen. And I have to say that the narrator of this audio book was excellent at copying the speaking patterns of the character/actor.

I enjoyed seeing the struggle that Obi-Wan dealt with during this time in his life. He always seems to be in control and very mindful of the force in the movies but to see him questioning gave his character a bit of humanness. And we get introduced to a minor character from the movies, which was a fun easter egg to throw into the storyline.

For fans who want a little bit more of this character after the Disney+ show, I would highly recommend giving this audio book a try.

The Lineup: Hannah

Hannah’s Lineup

Podcast: Edith! by Crooked Media

Edith! is a scripted podcast about the somewhat-true story of Edith Wilson being the first unofficial female president of the United States. 28th President Woodrow Wilson suffered a stroke in 1919, one year before the end of his presidential term. Rumors have long said that his wife Edith assumed many of his presidential duties. Edith!, starring Rosamund Pike, fictionalizes that story with humor and intrigue.

I love listening to scripted podcasts. It reminds me of old-time radio shows and is a nice change from traditional talk radio or audio books. Scripted podcasts are also perfect for short or long summer road trips!

Available here or wherever you get your podcasts.

TV Show: Ted Lasso

Starring Jason Sudeikis, Ted Lasso is a feel good show for the entire family. Ted Lasso is a football coach from Wichita State (funny for us Kansans!) who travels across the pond to England to become a manager of a soccer team. It’s hilarious. It’s heartwarming. It’s good TV!

I don’t rewatch many shows. But when I’m sick or in a bad mood, a handful of shows can perk me up…Gilmore Girls, Parks and Rec, and Ted Lasso. I do prefer season 1 to season 2, but I can’t wait for season 3!

Available on AppleTV+

Hobby: Sourdough

I grew my first sourdough starter from scratch in May 2019. The then-preteen boys named him Thanos. We just celebrated his 3rd birthday! I’ve baked yeasted breads for many years, but sourdough was a whole new adventure. In the last three years, I’ve explored different methods, experimented with recipes, and collected a myriad of equipment.

Working with sourdough and baking bread is a source of stress relief for me. The pandemic hasn’t been good for anyone’s mental health, and it’s important to find a hobby that brings you peace and happiness. Working with sourdough brings me a sense of calm. It might sound weird to some people, but prepping, baking, and enjoying the fruit of my labor is my happy place. After all…carbs = happiness!

For more information about growing your own sourdough starter and several starter recipes, check out The King Arthur Flour Baker’s Companion : The All-Purpose Baking Cookbook.

Game: Monument Valley

Monument Valley is an award winning puzzle game from ustwo games. It’s available on a variety of platforms, from iOS to Android to PC. It’s different than any other puzzle game you’ve ever played before. The artwork and music are smooth, mellow, and beautiful. The puzzles make you think, but they won’t stress you out. If you like puzzles and adventure games, definitely give Monument Valley a try. It’s even a game you can revisit later. The puzzles are so intricate that you won’t remember every step of the journey.

There are two seasons available, Monument Valley I and Monument Valley II. If you are lucky enough to have Apple Arcade, you can play both for free!

Book: The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune

The House is the Cerulean Sea pulled me out of a reading slump. It’s one part humor, one part fantasy, one part romance, and one part science fiction. It ticked all the boxes of my favorite genres in one book! The book does start a bit slow, but you will be rewarded if you plow through the first three chapters.

The book tells the story of Linus Baker, who is a social worker for the Department in Charge of Magical Youth. These magical youth reminded me of mutants from the X-Men. Linus has to visit an orphanage run by the mysterious, intelligent Arthur Parnassus, who has several secrets of his own. Arhur’s charges are likely the most dangerous youth Linus has ever come across, including the Anti-Christ himself. As Linus spends time with Athur and his wards and gets to know them, the line between his duty and his heart begin to blur.

Available for checkout from KanShare Libraries