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Friend for the Waves
Calla looked over her shoulder as she ran, a smile spread wide over her face. "You're going to have to be faster than that Ace!" She called. Her younger brother responded with a fake snarl. "Oh, come on Calla. Come back here," He called back after a moment. Calla giggled, watching her footing so that she wouldn't trip. Living on the edge of the forest had its perks but also its downfalls. Literally. Running harder she went deeper into the forest. They would reach the beach soon, with its sparkling sand and crisp, cool waves. It was one of the favorite places to spend their days on the island. ...
Save Our Spirits
The muck in the canal always upset Janie, but she’d gotten so used to it that she didn’t notice it any more. The half-submerged trolley was as much a part of her commute as the old oak tree at the end of the path, and now the only time she reacted to the garbage was when there was a new addition, or a particularly impressive piece of vandalism. The time that someone had managed to dump a temporary security fence in there she whistled; the time they’d gotten an entire sofa suite in there she’d stopped and admired it, until her stomach started twisting. Back when she’d been a child her family ha...
Magic Waters by Francesca Quarto
Magic Waters: Another Tall-tale "Ah, yes. Ye 'n me 'ave survived yet anutter winter." Or so thought the sheep herder, as he poked at the well-thawed ground with his staff, following the placid, dull-witted mob. They were making their way out of the flimsy pen enclosure where he'd been counting faces, and looking for any signs of illness among them. He knew his sheep better than he would his own children, if he'd had any children. He recognized the oldest to the youngest, and grieved as deeply as a father, at the demise of any of his wooly charges. It had been a particularly dreary and difficu...
Bruce never tells the truth
I live in Texas and there is a saying in Texas. I rather climb a tree and tell you a lie than stand on the ground and tell you the truth. Most of my friend and family were good about making more of a story than was really there. With Bruce not even the story he was telling wouldwww.onedoor.cc be his own. Every one in town knew Bruce He was the guy who reused everybody stories and by the time you heard it again it was Bruce in the center of all the action. The one thing that Bruce could not make up was his height standing only 5 foot 4 inches and hundred twenty pound soaking wet Bruce was a small guy. His fa...