The Falconer_A Little Bit At A Time_To Mum With Love_Ivy
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The Falconer
He stood under the scorching desert sun surveying the windswept dunes of the competition grounds. It wouldn’t be long before the first round started; he could sense the nervous excitement surging through the air. For some, it was their first time challenging the years of training and dedication they required to get to this point. Young, fresh-faced challengers anxiously fidgeted at their positions while stealing glances at the crowd of onlookers and the other stoic old hands that have been doing this for decades. It was refreshing to see new members enter the sport each year; it gave him hope ...
A Little Bit At A Time
I look out at the snowy ground, and the footprints I trampled in it. Then I look back at the pond. It's frozen over of course, but I don't like this. Not one bit.I take a step backward, and it puts me off balance, causing me to fall onto the ground, snow going up my pants.Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.Someones coming. Owen's face peers into my line of vision."You ok?""Yup. Help me up?"Owen helps me up, then glances at my skates."You're going ice skating," he clarifies.I smile. "Yup.""But. . .""Yup."". . .Want help?"Yup.""Is yup the only thing you can say?""Nope.""Okay. Here, sit down, you put your ic...
To Mum With Love
A story submitted in response to the prompt: Write about two characters who’ve gone through something so intense they now feel like family.By Norman MusiiwaLittle Daniel darted from the house, shirt in hand and panting. He kept his head turning back to check if his assailant was not pursuing. He paused at the edge of the yard with subdued sobs that kept his head nodding like he was agreeing to an emphatic instruction. The boy put on his shirt with such speed that made sure his head would not be kept buried. Eye freedom was necessary to ensure visibility of his ferocious and furious step mothe...
Ivy
Two sets of spiritually identical irises met through a window meant for watching and over snow meant for crunching. One pair pale green, like a field of healthy wheat. The other, the specific shade of rich, moist soil. Across the void, a pulse of lightning moved. Familiar, and yet poisoned light. The electricity too strong for any eye to hold on to, the collision of gazes became its own collapse.The owner of the dirt-like eyes shattered the connection first. Her name was Ivy Grainsman, and that look was her primary reason for not wanting to be here in the first place. Here, exactly, was a cot...