“Oh no,” Ryan said, “this can’t be happening.” His face turned bright red and he ran out of the cafeteria holding a paper plate over his rear end. The morning had started like any other. He woke up, got ready for school, and had gotten through the first half of the day without too much…
Author: Kristen Iten
Kristen Iten is a night owl-ish author, and mother of three happy little owlets. She spends her working hours solving mysteries, bringing evil doers to justice, and meddling in the love lives of her imaginary friends. She suffers from an over active imagination, but doesn’t really mind because it helps with the whole ‘writing books thing’. She lives in a cute little town, in a cute little house, with her cute little family, and couldn’t possibly be happier.
The Weeping Tomb
Humidity hung thick in the air. Beads of sweat gathered together and ran down Remkie’s face. He pulled the remaining vines off the ancient stone wall in front of him. A strange excitement fluttered in the pit of his stomach as he ran his hand across the seal. The two remaining members of his expedition…
Kelly Masterson Mysteries: Laundering at the Cleaners Part 1
Exposing deep running corruption with the stroke of a pen is no small feat, but Kelly Masterson, star reporter for the Streetsboro Tribune, was about to break the biggest story her sleepy little town had ever heard. She savored her vanilla mocha latte while contemplating her next move. Mark Farrell, owner of Farrell & Sons…
The Singing Stone
“You hear it this time,” grandma whispered, our foreheads nearly touching. Her frail hands clasped over my own. Small brown spots flecked the nearly translucent skin covering her swollen knuckles. I answered the same way I had many times before, only this time I was telling the truth, “I do.” Grandma gave me a wink…
Fairy Wood Music
In a land teeming with magic, it is unwise to steal from those who wield its power. That is a lesson I learned too late. Endless hours spent in regret, I am a prisoner of my own mind and body. A mind that never sleeps, and a body that rarely wakes. My eyes flutter as…
Kristen Iten 