Magin the Moon-Weaver (739 Words)
There is a humorous story they tell in Dehr Los of the first time Magin met the Wanderer. Po (the Wanderer) went everywhere in those days, as drifting and tieless as a feather on the wind. He took odd jobs now and then to keep the flesh on his bones, but he stayed nowhere for very long. So it was that he came to a very lonely place without any kind of company or safe shelter.
He was very tired when he saw the stone house on the hillside. It wasn’t like any house you’ve ever seen before, with trees leaning over the stone roof and walls and steps of stone. But Po, his feet sore, thought it as likely a place as any to rest. He had no fear of ghosts or trolls. He more or less expected them.
Waiting (176 Words)
She’d stared out the windshield for hours. It was raining. She could see the rain running small rivers over the parking deck’s smooth concrete. She was gripping the wheel like she was going somewhere, but she wasn’t going anywhere.
They had agreed to meet there at the Subway in the shopping center. She could imagine his face when he saw her. He would be accusing, bitter, but worse than that he would be hurt. She was tired of hurting him. She was tired of hurting.
From the Diary of Pollye Pye-Ratt
Hello again. Today Mama and I swabbed the deck. Mama says we have to keep the deck swabbed so the Moon Cheese’s boards won’t split. I wonder what would happen if the boards split. Maybe the boat would sink. I’m trying to imagine what a boat with split boards would look like.
Ketchup, Ogres, and Fries (200 Words)
“So this is where you ended up.”
The waiter looked up from lowering the tray in surprise. He hadn’t recognized the person at the table until now. When he did, the man’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“What are you doing here, Raz?” he said. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
The ogre sucked ketchup off her thumb. “No one even sees me,” she said.
The Dragon’s Balloon (99 Words)
“But how can it fly without any wings?”
The young dragon looked up into Dhira’s face. Dhira knew the little dragon would never fly, not with its wings. She had found it in the woods, its weak wings fragile and undersized. Since then the old woman had cared for it.
A Stamp-Sized Wish (97 Words)
The rules were simple. Any request would be honored, any wish granted, so long as it was written on this paper with this feather.
“Are you kidding me?” said Marge.
Her fairy godmother shrugged. “I’m sorry, dear,” she said. “You just haven’t demonstrated a practical and mature nature. That’s all I can give you.”
Snow, Man! (139 Words)
It was a snowman at the edge of the playground. Seeing the snowman, Gracie rubbed her cold nose and sat down.
“Gah,” she said. “What do I want to talk to you for?”
The snowman didn’t say anything.
“I shouldn’t even sit with you,” said Gracie. “You just didn’t snow hard enough. Couldn’t you have snowed a little longer so I wouldn’t have to go to school.”