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Connie’s encounter
She left "Primrose", the co-working cafe where she usually spent many hours, feeling strangely depressed. She'd spent at least half a day trying to cobble together a short story, and it seemed today her brain was in a permanent 'snooze' mode. Should she give up writing entirely? Or was this a childish reaction to her writing task not turning out well? She stomped up the main street trying to decide where to go and what to do. She noticed a side street and turned into it, finding that she wasn't familiar with it. 'Strange', she whispered to herself. She thought she knew all the shopping streets...
Road to Riches
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark. In the small villages at the edge of the kingdom, winter was always a struggle. Lacking the technology, and stability of the bigger cities, they had only what they could make or grow. This scarcity of food also reached the forests where the beasts grew more restless with hunger, making the roads more and more dangerous for traders.In the eyes of those who must survive, however, these trials were hurdles to be overcome. Rich knew this, and if he and his little brother were going to eat today, it was time to get to work. He got u...
Magnetic Words
It began with an itch on the back of my knee. I scratched it absentmindedly, but the itch didn't go away. The itch followed me for a week after which I could barely walk as the spot behind my knee had become broken and raw. I plastered it with band-aids thinking this would spot the itch. Nope it just kept on aching.My mother noticed the limp and I told her I had an itch. She made me go to a doctor, who took a look at the affected area, gave me some anti-itch cream and sent me on my way.I applied that cream like a religious ritual for two weeks but the itch just kept on itching.Then the dream c...
The Last Journal Entry
September 20thEverything is changing. The same as every year, it starts with the colors. Amber splotches grow and spread through the trees and the green fades from the ground cover, leaving a dull gray blanket across the land. Nonetheless, it's always been my favorite part of the year. The whole world seemed to be getting ready to rest its weary head. God knows it needs rest.These days there isn't much to do but sit and ruminate on things, and I've grown quite fond of observing the changes around my small cottage. For years I've watched the ebb and flow of life as it's developed and come to th...