Goblin Child #writephoto

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Goblin Child (1286 Words)

Jacob watched as Ray climbed through the window. He made it look so easy, like climbing from the second floor was the easiest thing in the world. But Jacob had been practicing. This time he was ready to go. As soon as the goblin disappeared, he slipped out of bed and looked down.

Ray was nowhere to be seen.

Jacob’s heart pounded as he climbed over the sill. He stretched for the elm branch. Everything looked so different in the dark, less certain, more dangerous. For a moment he thought maybe he should go back. But he reached out anyway and felt the elm tree’s rough bark.

“What are you doing?”

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Merry Christmas

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Christmas Day

The moon is shining in the sky
The stars are twinkling down
The frost is glistening on the grass
And on the rooftops ’round
And I am sitting in my bed
And thinking of the way
One night turned all nights upside down
And made this Christmas Day.

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The Right Gift #writephoto

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The Right Gift (119 Words)

No, not flowers. He liked flowers, but it didn’t seem right.

She sat, looking down at the quiet ground that was so unlike him. Davy had never been quiet. He had never stood still. Even in sleep, he was always tossing and stealing the blankets for himself. Peg’s mouth crooked in a smile. Darn it, she missed him.

But he wasn’t here.

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The Waking

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The Waking (1019 Words)

He woke through stillness and cold. That waking was precarious, and came and went, like a lazy tide. But at last, consciousness impressed itself on him. He opened his eyes to the world again.

Eddie breathed deep. The heavy motion almost made him cry out. His hand went instinctively to the bandage around his middle.

“I wouldn’t.” Wurther’s voice was low but firm. “You are still healing.”

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Amorphous

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Amorphous

Summer’s lease   is short
But if he had         compared her
To a cloud             we’d know
It was true             for clouds
Somehow             are never
The same               but always
Changing               under
Under                    the eye
And                       yet
They are                 always
Just                         the same
As                           a
Song.