Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night.
A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association.
Karlie is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.
When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family.
She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally.
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The radio at his side blared static, jumbled words that were unintelligible. Only the occasional call for haste filtered through. But, no matter how hard he tried to run, to climb down the many stairs, it felt like he was moving through molasses. It felt like he was moving slower and slower the closer he got to the ground floor. It looked like a war zone, with debris strewn all over. It was as if the place had been abandoned because of some kind of attack.
In one hand, he gripped the note he'd found on Santa's desk. The note explained where his friend had gone; even knowing that doing so might spell the end of his life. Why had Santa been so self-sacrificing? Why hadn't he asked for help? Clarence tried to run faster, trying to understand what had gone through the Head Elf's head. He hoped to arrive there before the unthinkable happened. He raced for the doors facing the Green and flung them open, bursting out into the light.