“Tell me, sir, will you have your coffee with cream or sugar?”
“Cream, if you please.”
In a room with rich furnishings and the light of candles bouncing off the walls, two men sat. One, with a very dignified face and bright blue eyes was dressed in a smart, red uniform; and the other with a glance of cool, quiet knowledge was arrayed in a blue coat with gold buttons. These two men were sitting by the fire and sipping coffee while glancing at the flames with serious eyes.
“The wind blows exceedingly strong this night,” said the officer.

Chapter the Third

The rush of cars and their angry horns drowned out every other sound. It was early November, and the first snow had crept down softly over night, to now fill the streets with dirty slush that splattered anxious people waiting on the corner of the sidewalk for the light to change.

Do you remember when I left a note on a SOL chapter that said I was going to soon post a short story contest submission that didn’t win??
Well, I was wrong.

*A/N* Hey, please let me know if you think it drones on too long on poor Iraella's pain or anything....I'm usually much too kind to my characters....

Chapter the Second

Spring is a cheerful welcome,
When pansies show
And farmers sow,
When rain grows warm
And green buds form,
Spring is a cheerful welcome.

Yes, I know it's not Christmas! Too bad! :) I wrote this short Christmas play last year, and completely forgot about it! Let me know what you think!

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Gaby’s Christmas

CAST:
ANGEL CHOIR (with CHOIR LEADER)
GABY
SHEPHERDS (with SHEPHERD 1)
WISE MEN
MARY
JOSEPH

SCENE ONE
(ANGEL CHOIR enters. They are whispering excitedly amongst themselves. The CHOIR LEADER moves to the front and motions for quiet.)

CHOIR LEADER: All right, everyone, let’s practice for tonight.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

*A/N* Hey, another new story (again! I will stick with it [hopefully!]). The pronunciation for Iraella’s name is I-ri-ella, Baeddan’s is Bay-dun, and Eamon is A-mun.