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Every time the wind blew, the tree branches would scratch against the window. Fear would pulse through me with each scratch. No trees have ever grown near my window. Phoebe Jane
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At midnight the dark gets a little darker. It scares me but it also fuels me. There are creatures hiding in those corners, waiting for the arms to hit 12. As the minutes tick ever closer, they grow, like the shadows, dancing on the walls. It’s quiet, too quiet. Yet, I stand ready. My weapon…
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We stared at the sky watching the Earth burn. Some cried out at the site. Others stood with silent tears drenching their faces. “It’s ok. You’ll learn to love this world just like your own.” Behind the crowd the delegate from the Kritilian people stood with arms outstretched. “Come. You must be tired from your…
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It had been an extremely busy day. Car crashes, death sentences, sick children, and freak accidents. Each of them were unique but similar in that he was there to usher them onto the next leg of their journey. His final appointment for the night (but he did not know that at the time) was with…
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Brilliant colors dance about the flames, as warriors stomp and chant the holy names. An ousted queen in silent reveries sits sadly as she no longer believes magic enough can gather from the trees. She ruled her land in grace and dignity, her kindness known throughout the lands and sea. But frightening whispered tales began…
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The black cat stared at me, her tail swishing back and forth. I never cared for cats. My grandmother’s Siamese in the Philippines would bite at my ankles as a child. Everyone lives in fear of that cat but Lola loved it and so the cat was going nowhere. Two decades later, I promised a…
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Elessa had waited her whole life for this day. There were moments when she was less eager than others but it is natural to have a little fear of this life changing event. The day when she, all in white, would take his hand and step into the next chapter of her journey. Now the…
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Many books tell the tales of children who have stumbled into magical worlds, whether it be through mirrors, wardrobes, tornadoes or other magical doorways. The reader is brought along on the journey and follow the child(ren) as they move through the stages of fear, confusion and fun. These stories usually end either one of two…
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The key fit into the door but it would not turn. He wiggled the key for a moment trying to finagle the lock. Still the key would not work. Some doors are best left locked. What if this was the door to the Amarthis Kingdom? Henry spent years trying to find his way to the…
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This month I set a goal to work on my writing everyday. However, I never specified which work I would focus on each day. Right now I am juggling between finalizing a collection of short stories and working on a new novel. Sometimes when I work on one piece of writing I feel guilty about…
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