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Best Friends Forever
Clara and Marnie were best friends and would walk home together every afternoon. They lived down the street from one another and the long walks offered plenty of opportunities to talk, laugh, play, gossip and leave the school day behind them.
One day, they were walking in silence; Marnie had noticed Clara had turned quiet and dour of late and didn’t enjoy Marnie’s lively conversation.
“Don’t be silly!” Clara said when Marn -
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Best Friends Forever
Clara and Marnie were best friends and would walk home together every afternoon. They lived down the street from one another and the long walks offered plenty of opportunities to talk, laugh, play, gossip and leave the school day behind them.
One day, they were walking in silence; Marnie had noticed Clara had turned quiet and dour of late and didn’t enjoy Marnie’s lively conversation.
“Don’t be silly!” Clara said when Marn -
Blog postLady Margaret
The shutter clicked and Malcolm examined the picture on the display, smiling. He’d captured the top half of the castle tower with its tiny windows, battlements and turrets. A single ray of sun slanted across the stone, its moss sparkling in the light. A rainbow smeared the cloudy sky behind it.
Malcolm frowned and rubbed the screen with his thumb; it wasn’t a speck on the camera. He magnified the image and sure enough, there, in the topmost -
Blog postLady Margaret
The shutter clicked and Malcolm examined the picture on the display, smiling. He’d captured the top half of the castle tower with its tiny windows, battlements and turrets. A single ray of sun slanted across the stone, its moss sparkling in the light. A rainbow smeared the cloudy sky behind it.
Malcolm frowned and rubbed the screen with his thumb; it wasn’t a speck on the camera. He magnified the image and sure enough, there, in the topmost -
Blog postOn The Meadow
Darren lay on the meadow, pebbles sticking into his back through his T-shirt. He loved spending time among the trees and often felt he had a special connection with nature. Sometimes he thought the trees reached out to him, as if they wished to tell him a secret. He would then close his eyes and listen, but could never understand the message.
On this occasion, bathed in the warm sunlight, his mind was on the ground, how wet and cool and lumpy it was. He -
Blog postOn The Meadow
Darren lay on the meadow, pebbles sticking into his back through his T-shirt. He loved spending time among the trees and often felt he had a special connection with nature. Sometimes he thought the trees reached out to him, as if they wished to tell him a secret. He would then close his eyes and listen, but could never understand the message.
On this occasion, bathed in the warm sunlight, his mind was on the ground, how wet and cool and lumpy it was. He -
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Always Missing
Ada always thought a part of her was missing, like she wasn’t quite herself. As a child, she would stand in front of the mirror and squint her eyes, tight, tight, until the distorted image of a young boy appeared through her half-closed lids. Then she would dig deep, deep through her reminiscence for she was certain she knew him.
As she grew, she stopped playing the game and the boyish reflection in the mirror faded away, taking wit -
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Always Missing
Ada always thought a part of her was missing, like she wasn’t quite herself. As a child, she would stand in front of the mirror and squint her eyes, tight, tight, until the distorted image of a young boy appeared through her half-closed lids. Then she would dig deep, deep through her reminiscence for she was certain she knew him.
As she grew, she stopped playing the game and the boyish reflection in the mirror faded away, taking wit -
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Light and Shadow
Julie stared at the empty seat in front of her, a fake smile pasted on her lips and gaze cool as ice. She seemed the incarnation of the Snow Queen, but inside, she was a pure fire sparked from rage and fanned with insult.
I’m seething, she thought.
Melvin and Cora, she cursed.
Revenge, she wished.
The train stopped at the station, and the doors opened. An old woman, short and chubby, took the seat facing her -
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Light and Shadow
Julie stared at the empty seat in front of her, a fake smile pasted on her lips and gaze cool as ice. She seemed the incarnation of the Snow Queen, but inside, she was a pure fire sparked from rage and fanned with insult.
I’m seething, she thought.
Melvin and Cora, she cursed.
Revenge, she wished.
The train stopped at the station, and the doors opened. An old woman, short and chubby, took the seat facing her -
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Only Illusions?
Johnny watched in awe as the magician came onstage.
“It’s only illusions,” Dad said.
“I know,” Johnny answered, a burble of wonder tickling his spine; illusions fascinated him.
“Magic doesn’t exist,” Dad whispered when the magician pulled a dove out of a hat.
“I know, Dad,” Johnny hissed. Dad had a way of spoiling even fake magic.
Johnny knew magic was all sleight-of-hand, distraction and optics, b -
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Only Illusions?
Johnny watched in awe as the magician came onstage.
“It’s only illusions,” Dad said.
“I know,” Johnny answered, a burble of wonder tickling his spine; illusions fascinated him.
“Magic doesn’t exist,” Dad whispered when the magician pulled a dove out of a hat.
“I know, Dad,” Johnny hissed. Dad had a way of spoiling even fake magic.
Johnny knew magic was all sleight-of-hand, distraction and optics, b -
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The Last Drop
Dorcas stood by the couch and said, “I’ve slept on my laurels all my life. I’m the grasshopper who sang all summer.”
Wayne grunted, eyes fixed on the TV.
Dorcas sighed; it was like talking to a wall, like baring your soul to a marble statue. He only cared about dinnertime. Dorcas hung her head. She entered the kitchen and took in the warm sunny buttercup wallpaper and pea-green countertops; her favorite room.
She ran a h -
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The Last Drop
Dorcas stood by the couch and said, “I’ve slept on my laurels all my life. I’m the grasshopper who sang all summer.”
Wayne grunted, eyes fixed on the TV.
Dorcas sighed; it was like talking to a wall, like baring your soul to a marble statue. He only cared about dinnertime. Dorcas hung her head. She entered the kitchen and took in the warm sunny buttercup wallpaper and pea-green countertops; her favorite room.
She ran a h -
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Seth
Seth stood by the gate and wondered about the world beyond it. He knew the town with cobbled streets, barber shop, grocer, mercantile and his father’s drapers, but wanted to leave home.
Seth sighed, stuffed hands in pockets, and leaned against the open door, the sun shining on his skin, the breeze cool on his forehead. He gazed past the iron gate flanked by two hedges, past the trees on the lane and beyond the cobblestones and toward the mountains -
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Seth
Seth stood by the gate and wondered about the world beyond it. He knew the town with cobbled streets, barber shop, grocer, mercantile and his father’s drapers, but wanted to leave home.
Seth sighed, stuffed hands in pockets, and leaned against the open door, the sun shining on his skin, the breeze cool on his forehead. He gazed past the iron gate flanked by two hedges, past the trees on the lane and beyond the cobblestones and toward the mountains -
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Sisters
The morning sun shone through Irma’s window and danced on her closed eyelids. She yawned, taking a moment to focus as the dream dissolved around her. Irma opened the window and birdsong filled the air. She put on her robe and padded downstairs in stockinged feet, trying to recall the dream, but it had faded almost to oblivion.
“I was on a hill,” she murmured and turned on the coffeemaker.
The dream was almost a blur now and, as she open -
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Sisters
The morning sun shone through Irma’s window and danced on her closed eyelids. She yawned, taking a moment to focus as the dream dissolved around her. Irma opened the window and birdsong filled the air. She put on her robe and padded downstairs in stockinged feet, trying to recall the dream, but it had faded almost to oblivion.
“I was on a hill,” she murmured and turned on the coffeemaker.
The dream was almost a blur now and, as she open -
Blog postShivers “No!” Jason yelped when the chain of his bike broke as he turned the corner. First the snap and then the pedals limp under his feet. He teetered on the bike, braked, and hopped off before he hit the ground.
Jason puffed his bangs out of his eyes. Of all places, here. He would have to walk his bike through this street instead of zipping down it like always. It wasn’t the street he dreaded, but one house; the house.
Jason began his uncomfortable trek, th -
Blog postShivers “No!” Jason yelped when the chain of his bike broke as he turned the corner. First the snap and then the pedals limp under his feet. He teetered on the bike, braked, and hopped off before he hit the ground.
Jason puffed his bangs out of his eyes. Of all places, here. He would have to walk his bike through this street instead of zipping down it like always. It wasn’t the street he dreaded, but one house; the house.
Jason began his uncomfortable trek, th
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