Miracle and Grace_Music to My Ears_Lyvia my Love_The Little Gingerbread Man
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Miracle and Grace
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The pre-dawn sky above Garnett Ridge flickered, casting an orange glow into the starless, smoke-filled night. I stood on dad's patio, embers racing past me like dancing pixies, hopping and twirling and twisting and pirouetting on the hot wind that whipped down the hillside into the canyon. It was oddly beautiful. Magical, even.I put out my hand for one of the larger ones, paper thin and aglow like a bioluminescent moth. It burned slightly as it settled on my palm and then went dark. I closed my fingers around it and felt it crumble to ash...
Music to My Ears
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Literally. The long-awaited fall festivals had arrived, and the performers were making a great show of it. The crowds awed as the flames danced. I moved right past them and continued on. Elemental magic was common in Silkmere. I was surprised the tourists hadn’t gotten tired of it. I certainly had. “Miss, if you’ll allow me, I sense great magic,” one of the vendors called as I passed. I barely gave them a second look, turning the other direction instead. Of all the vendors, that one was the only one who moved when I passed. I had walked t...
Lyvia my Love
The place itself wasn’t particularly bone-chilling, in fact, it just looked like any other 19th century Gothic Manor, but just thinking of its contents made me shiver. The house emitted a musty odor that could be smelled even from where I was standing, making it seem ever more terrifying and ominous. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a house this torn and tattered before, which only made it seem even more mysterious and ancient. It seemed to grin an eerie, sinister grin that became even more menacing as I continued to stare at it. It almost felt as if it were watching me, waiwww.onedoor.ccting for the right mo...
The Little Gingerbread Man
The warm glow of the coffee shop was unmistakable from across the darkened street. Obscured by commuters rushing to get home and out of the wet, windy Autumn evening, she could see it was quiet, the last few tables gradually emptying. After all it was 5:35pm, hardly the time for caffeine, and five minutes later than they’d arranged. She was late.Sarah had agreed that she would meet Paul after his fifth voicemail this week. They’re breakup had been horrendous and she really wanted closure. Hopefully, the air might have cleared between them, and she thought that after three weeks apart she might...