Judy Hopps Human Novels & Stories

Now that the singing had penetrated her stressed brain, it was pretty darned hard to miss. “And that was ‘Love Is Like a Butterfly,’” Maria announced in an impressed voice, as if she’d found the off-key rendition very enjoyable. Further proof that her sister-in-law really was a kind, kind vampire. Now, the next singer to come on stage is ,” Maria glanced at the square of paper she held, “Sophia Anderson-”

the voice urged, its allure coaxing him toward the dark woods. Closing his ears as if to shut out the otherworldly plea, he hesitantly stepped into the inky blackness. Unperturbed by the nocturnal sounds, Stuart, a natural leader, ventured further. A captivating girl in a Cinderella dress beckoned him deeper into the woods. Though her face eluded visibility, her beauty emanated even from behind. Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing.