The Watcher on the Hill_A Trip In the Library_A DREAM KEEPER'S TALE_Just Jane
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The Watcher on the Hill
The Watcher on the HillThe miles raced by under the wheels of the train as he looked out of the window. Looking but not seeing. Rob’s mind was on so many other things past and present, and maybe still to come.The last few weeks had been difficult and emotional following the death of his brother. They had known for some time that it was going to happen, but that didn’t make it any easier. The loss of his brother had been hard, but now Rob realised that it had given him leave to return to something that had occupied him daily for so many years. And now here he was, traveling back not just over ...
A Trip In the Library
Word Count: 2941 A Trip in the LibraryBy Mary Ann Sciavillo-Lopez “I don’t understand why you can’t do your research online. You talked Dad into getting satellite Wi-Fi, but here we are, making the long trip to the city library from our farm.” “Online is fine for regular stuff, but I like to walk in the library and smell the scent of old books, sit at a desk and feel physical pages in my hands. I guess I’m old school, sis.” Donna said.“More like a nerd with a capital N. You’re a strange one.”“I...
A DREAM KEEPER'S TALE
Out of the great cosmic ocean flowed a river of stars scintillating with light down, down until that river of stars flowed onto a small thirsty brown planet where that river of stars transformed into pure crystal water. In this way water entered the world spreading across the brown land turning it green and blue with life-bringing waters.Light years away on an island in the great cosmic ocean, the gods and goddesses watched and smiled as steadily that small brown planet turned pale blue. Time passed. Land forms became mountains, valleys, plains, and deserts, life forms evolved and were born a...
Just Jane
It was like a paper cut, Jane always thought. One is fine, a hundred and you bleed out. When she was 10, she began to be scrutinized by the public eye. Someone would mob her with a camera, which, to an outsider, might seem flattering. In her eyes, the flash would blind her, catch her off guard, and it was a stolen moment of privacy. If you were to see her getting fitted by the finest quality of silk for the thousandth time, she saw it as the thousandth time someone else decided for her, treated her like a doll. There was never a moment of solitude, even a walk around the gardens would she spo...