Water Prints #writephoto

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Water Prints (427 Words)

She didn’t live in town. The island population, a little under five hundred residents, was limited mostly to farmers and fishers. The moment Davie saw her sitting on the sand, looking out to sea with her knees pulled under her chin, he knew she didn’t belong.

There was something unusual in her quietness and poise. Something in her eyes was strange and deep, wild and unafraid like the sea itself. Davie was a little afraid of her. But even though he was afraid, it comforted him somehow to see her every morning. People gossiped about her but he never listened to what they said. There was a mystery about that young woman he was satisfied to solve himself.

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Treasure Trap

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Treasure Trap (198 Words)

Three days, walking through jungle, avoiding the teeth of poisonous snakes. Three days, and they found the big rock.

“This is the seventh rock we’ve found,” muttered Mr. Jones. “Next to the seventh sand pit.”

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Elf at Oars

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Elf at Oars (167 Words)

“It’s fifteen past eleven. Where is he?”

Roran met the young woman’s anxious eyes with dispassion. “It was your idea to steal the key in broad daylight,” he said. “That was wise. We cannot be hunted by the blood-drinkers at day and the human guards are not so clever. But it was also your idea to have Larus arrange our getaway.”

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Snow, Man!

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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.”

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Grimsward and Homeward

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Grimsward and Homeward (155 Words)

The trail stretched for miles through the Grimsward forest. Already the three companions had walked for six hours. As the sun set, the trees  gathered close, and already Edgar was seeing troubling things in the shadows of the haunted wood.

“What are they?” asked Midge.

“Don’t you two know?” asked their gnoman guide. “They’re the spirits of lost travelers. Travelers who didn’t stay on the road.”

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Hanging on Clouds #writephoto

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Hanging on Clouds (293 Words)

There are some ideas that can only be summed up by a picture. Telling the idea is never as good as the picture itself.

I wish that I could speak you a sunset, but you have to feel its warmth; I wish that I could speak to you the reflection of light on water, but you have to feel that light dazzle in your head. But it has been years since I saw a sunset, since I lost my eyes in the dragon fire that cost so many lives.

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