Elspeth stood in the last shred of sunlight
before it gave way to the cave's darkness. She took a breath just as she had
when she was a child about to plunge into the spring-fed pond above the town,
but Nigel was no longer there to catch her and it was fire, not water, that she
was daring now.
The sun glinted off the gleaming crow black
paint of a Buick Park Avenue on a swelteringly hot July afternoon. Robin felt
the wind rush through the open windows and across her balding head, through her
cloud colored hair as she cruised along and twenty miles and hour under the
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Eden slowly opened her eyes, rubbing out the sleep and
lazily gazed around the familiar travel wagon. Stretching out her
six-year-old limbs, she sat up on her pallet, her auburn braids swinging
onto her shoulders. The wagon's only window was covered by a rosy red
blanket, bathing the wooden walls in a pinkish light. Eden laid down on her
side, facing her mother's sleeping form.
David Sellors Misplaces the
Sellors was a pretty normal human being. That is to say, he ate, drank, and
slept, was made of a combination of carbon, oxygen, nitrogen and other
elements, and understood some things and was baffled by others. But some
people would have called him decidedly abnormal, in that one of the things
he liked to do was sit down with a computer, some paper, and a large steel
mug of hazelnut cappuccino and bang his brains against particularly
nasty-looking equations involving quantum mechanics, the sort of equations
that make most people extremely grateful that they majored in history or
early childhood education.
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English Festival April 8, 2008
Featuring Guest Author
The air was
so tight and the sky so silent even the lazy fall of the snowflakes sounded
like hammering. With her newly trained ear Amelia silenced the fat flakes of
snow, focusing on the mansion in front of her. Every snow flake slowed in
speed to the point of being able to be counted. Her bristled arms caught the
wind that came and went just as she did--whenever it pleased. But it wasn't
cold. The wind and chill had stopped being cold a long time ago. Even in
nothing but her skirt, legs only covered by fish net, torso by a white tank
top, the cold had no effect on her.
Arising of the Queen
in the world of Crestone, there is havoc! The peaceful planet has quickly
tumbled into that of chaos as the selfish, greedy, and vile Telbron seek to
steal what naturally belongs to the elves of Duradin. At first, we were
forgiving. We let the seemingly sickly people take over what has belonged to
us since the beginning of time. Now half of our land is gone and the Telbron
people still desire more.
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