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Fantasy Romance

Sunset Stop

orangerose

Sunset Stop (220 Words)

This–is–your–fault.

The sun was sinking, red and huge in the west. It colored everything in its brilliant glow, the rolling waves crimson and deep blue. The sand was like the sky itself, twinkling golden, silver, to velvet purple. And at the edges of the great welkin twinkled the first evening stars.

“This is your fault.”

Bob glanced at his companion sideways. Arabella sat glaring into the horizon, her pants’ legs rolled up her calves.

“I’m still getting sand out of my boots,” he offered.

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Fantasy Photo

Together #writephoto

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Together (281 Words)

The turn in the road, the angle of the trees on the hill—it was all familiar. After all that had happened, Beck had expected home to feel like a dream. Instead it was a different reality. Yet her happiness at knowing her family’s cottage was just around the hill was strongest with her desire to share it.

“It might be late for lunch,” she said. “We’ll have something for you. Come on.”

The elf man had stopped walking, standing in the shadow of the hill.

“This is your home, isn’t it?” he said.

Beck’s mouth pursed. She nodded.

“Then this is where we part ways.” He held out his hand to her. “It has been a pleasure, mo chroi, my dear heart.”

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Art Spiritual

The Star Balloon

blueflower

The Star Balloon (201 Words)

She was looking at the sky. It was a wide open sky, clear and blue. It had that color and brightness that can make your eyes water. But Annie stared straight up, watching the white lines of cloud pass like light gossamer threads in wind.

Somewhere behind all that blue were other worlds. Annie knew this was true. It was a simple scientific fact that stars shine even during the day. You can’t see them, but they are there, millions upon millions of lights.

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Fantasy Spiritual

Winter Child

redflower

Winter Child (488 Words)

There was a man who walked this road a very long time ago, when the ground here was all shrubs and long gray grass. Every morning, from early dawn to evening, he walked this way to work. And some time in his walking, he noticed a young girl.

She was a shabby little creature. She sat in her dirty brown dress with her knees pulled to her chin, watching the passersby. The first time he saw her, the man imagined her parents had told her to wait. The second time he knew she must be lost.

“Where are your parents?” he asked her.

The little girl stared at him. She had enormous eyes.

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Fantasy Spiritual

The Patchwork Flag

blueflower

The Patchwork Flag (169 Words)

“It’s raining.”

“Aye. It is.”

She could feel his eyes on her. She didn’t look up from her work, her precise needle stitching together corduroy and silk.

Her husband sat beside her. He lifted the patchwork at one fold, feeling the texture.

“Is this Maggie?”

The woman raised her head, her face inscrutable. “Yes. It’s Maggie.”

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Fantasy Humor

One Log House

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The Log Boat (162 Words)

“That,” said Captain Ratt, “will be a hard boat to bail.”

“It is what it is.” The beaver folded her arms. “Do you want it or not?”

Denial was on the tip of the man’s tongue. It seemed to him a peculiar irony that he could name any ship by its rig and still be as much at a loss to build a seaworthy craft with his own hands as anyone. Perhaps it was justice that he should be shipwrecked on an island of talking animals.

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Fantasy Humor

Dragon Perilus

redflower

Dragon Perilus (386 Words)

“Do you know how much a dragon eats?”

Tom raised his head, squinting through his one good eye. “Ah—no?”

The keeper shook his head. “That thing may look tiny,” he said, “but it eats twenty pounds in a day.”

“Will it take fish?” asked Tom.

The newly hatched dragon was climbing up his waistcoat, its tiny jaws clamping on a button and wrenching savagely. The button held, but the little beast’s violence was alarming.

“Yes, it’ll take fish,” said the keeper. “And human flesh.”

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Fantasy Humor

The Whale off Staten Island

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The Whale off Staten Island (198 Words)

You never know how big a thing is until you see it with your own eyes. I’ve seen a great many things, but of all the things I’ve seen I never saw this Whale that lived on the bottom of the ocean. That story is left to my neighbor.

This neighbor was taking the ferry to Staten when the storm carried him far off course. He was swept overboard and thought for sure he was going to die. My neighbor opened his eyes, and the world around him was shining in eerie patches of green.

And there was the Whale.

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Art Fantasy

The Shadow Maker

blueflower

The Shadow Maker (195 Words)

The Shadow Maker was thin and tall. You could tell he enjoyed his work from the way he smiled. His smile could be wide, but it wasn’t a sly smile like other long smiles can be. It was the smile of someone suited to his work.

But today, he wasn’t smiling.

“Put this on, duckling,” he said. “Hold out your arms.”

The child folded his arms. “Hmm-mm!”

The Shadow Maker held the sweater open. “You know you won’t go anywhere if you don’t put it on.”

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Fantasy Romance

One Ring

redflower

Here is a scene about one ring, two tempers, and a young woman who is appallingly candid.

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“I do not value gifts from dead men.”

She had said it. She meant it, too, with all her dark and hardened heart. His crippled body was in a wheelchair, wrapped from the waist down in a blanket. He would never survive an attack from the ogres. It tired her to look at him, knowing the burden he was to others, the healer whose time could be better spent elsewhere wasted in making a dead man comfortable.

At her statement, Aryn squinted at her. “Why not take gifts from a dead man? Are you afraid you might care for him if you do?”

Merris snorted. She held the iron ring for him to take. “It’s also ugly,” she said, “if that helps.”