No Mirrors on the Wall_The Seed Sown_Chasing The Wind_REFLECTION OF THE PAST
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No Mirrors on the Wall
The only evidence that there had ever been a mirror in her room was an empty frame hanging on the wall across from the window. Even the glass in the window had been removed so she could not see her reflection at night. She had been beautiful once, or so everyone told her, but she was ugly now. A bear attack had left her with a scar that stretched from above her right eye, across her nose, and ending below the left side of her lip. Luckily, the castle’s garrison had been honing their skills near where she had been playing, else the bear might have killed her.What was left of the bear now adorne...
The Seed Sown
The farmer was a proud and solitary man. Though his neighbors were nothing but kind to him, the farmer had always held them in a sort of contempt and rejected all forms of friendliness, until he gained the reputation of an unlikable hermit obsessed with his crop of corn and nothing else. The farmer was fine with the verdict; he would have described himself this way, too. He often entertained an unspoken dream of living alone on a desert island, with just his plants to keep him company. But now he was on the verge of losing his plants, his one love.Late August had brought with it a savage and ...
Chasing The Wind
Her tutor stood in front of her, garbed in a colorful flowing robe. He’d set up a table between them and spread out a variety of items on it. A wilting plant, a rock, and a flickering candle.“Come on, Raye. This should be simple for you. Concentrate. Expand your mind to the rock, and lift it.”Raye took a deep breathe and closed her eyes. She collected her mental energy and imagined the rock that laid in front of her lifting, flying, darting around the room like a sparrow! She pushed outwards with her mind and heard a rattle. Her brow furrowed and she concentrated harder, encouraged by the soun...
REFLECTION OF THE PAST
I staggered back, my eyes wide, suddenly breathless, my legs weak. A coldness came over me that seemed to come from the core of my being. I needed to sit down, compose myself and get the panic out of my system. I stumbled to the nearest easy chair and flopped into it. I had wandered into the lounge room absentmindedly working on my Windsor knot. My mind was on the morning’s sales presentation. I drifted over to the large Baroque mirror over the fireplace. It had been in the family for gwww.onedoor.ccenerations. The gilded frame had inlays of ebony and tortoise shell and intricate carvings of fruit, angels, ...