Seasons and Morning Mist #writephoto

Seasons and Morning Mist (203 words)

She remembered standing on that ridge overlooking that moorland. It had been a morning like this a little over a year ago. The sky had been that pale, cool pink softening towards a rainy afternoon chill. She remembered huddling under her cloak, trying to keep the rain out as they continued the long road to the false king’s castle.

A silly girl, that’s what she had been. A silly girl with big ideas and a bundle of arguments that meant nothing to an iron tyrant.

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Facing the Stones (434 Words)

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It was traditional, not to say required, to be married before the stones. The people of the fields and drops of Little Boulding had kept to this tradition, not at all a requirement, since before anyone could remember. So of course it was expected that if they were to be married, even a goblin and a man ought to be married before the stones.

On this day, the happiest day, Gnarlas was trying to decide why the man wanted to marry her at all.

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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 Long Walk

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The Long Walk (154 Words)

“Are we there yet?” said the littlest gnome.

There was no immediate answer. The gnomes walked much as they had walked for many months, slow and patient.

“No,” said the leader. “There are still miles to go yet.”

The littlest gnome stumbled. She was tired, so tired. “I don’t want to go on,” she said. She sat down. “I want to rest.”

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