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Christmas Weather Wish: Enchantment Avenue
Christmas Weather Wish: Enchantment Avenue
Christmas Weather Wish: Enchantment Avenue
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The polar ice caps melting. Not her fault. The so-called 'perfect storm' off the coast of Massachusetts in '91. Not her either.

Rolling thunder rumbled. Two trolls tossing bowling balls against the side of her Christmas Shoppe. Rain pelted windows and — lightning hitting too close. Even for a weather witch.

Gizelle frantically flips through her spell book because a hurricane hammering Los Angeles... definitely, her fault.

A fun tale set in the Enchantment Avenue world where magic gets... a tad bit out of control.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 18, 2017
ISBN9781386714439
Christmas Weather Wish: Enchantment Avenue
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Chrissy Wissler

Chrissy’s short fiction has appeared in the anthologies: Fiction River: Risk-Takers, Fiction River Presents: Legacies, Fiction River Presents: Readers' Choice, Deep Magic, and When Dreams Come True (writing as Christen Anne Kelley). She writes fantasy and science fiction, as well as a softball, contemporary series for both romance and young adult (Little League Series and Home Run). Before turning to fiction, Chrissy also wrote many nonfiction articles for publications such as Montana Outdoors, Women in the Outdoors, and Jakes Magazine. In 2009, Inside Kung Fu magazine awarded her with their ‘Writer of the Year’ award. Follow her blog on being a parent-writer at Parents and Prose.

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    The polar ice caps melting. Not her fault. The so-called ‘perfect storm’ off the coast of Massachusetts back in ‘91. Not her either .

    Rolling thunder rumbled, like two trolls tossing bowling balls against the side of Gizelle’s Christmas Shoppe and her walls, her poor walls, rattled like those white, unmagical bowling pins just before they toppled. Rain, if you could call drops the size of beach balls rain, pelted her window panes and she swore she heard a slight crack — a crack that came from the lightning hitting just a tad too close.

    Even a weather witch.

    In between those flashes she glimpsed the palm trees lining Enchantment Avenue and the string of magically secured darkened Christmas lights hanging on by their last strands.

    Four more bowling balls, like they’d smacked together mid-air, roared. The air sizzled with magic gone awry, like burnt toast that no amount of raspberry jam could cover up.

    Gizelle squeaked, thumped open her spell tome and thumbed through the pages as fast as she could in the candlelight.

    This, though, this definitely wasn’t her fault. A hurricane hammering Los Angeles —

    Another crack. This time definitely glass.

    Okay. Definitely, her fault.

    Crap. Crap. Crap. She thumbed faster through the browned, crackling pages. Her Santa hat slid over her eyes. She shoved it back for the umpteenth time.

    The spell was here. Somewhere. If only she could blasted see.

    Except the storm had cut out the power. Even her magically charged Christmas lights strewn about her packed-to-the-brim shop had gone out with a sizzle and a snap.

    Definitely not good.

    Neither was the fact that the entire street, Enchantment Avenue, had gone dark at the same time.

    Really, really not good. Which meant she needed to find the reverse spell and fast.

    Any why had she done it? Why had she thrown perfectly good sense out the window and done something she knew she oughtn’t have?

    Other than the fact I’m an idiot?

    Because she’d wanted to believe.

    In magic. In herself.

    Her front door banged open. The gold reindeer bells clinked and dinged. She glimpsed orange and red arching towards her and

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