The ants began making a kind of clicking and hissing noise. And then, like a surge of evil ocean water, they attacked. Sam saw the wall advance and waited. Waited while they closed the distance, waited as the moon on their helmets shone more and more brightly. Waited until they had completely covered the sand […]
Read more "The Sandcastle (final)"“No one’s ever going to save the earth because they know castles,” Tommy said. “And who’s going to save the earth with Bernoulli’s principle?” Sam asked. His voice a tad more desperate than he intended. It was supposed to sound clever, conclusive. “Maybe not the world, but you can keep planes from crashing,” Tommy said. […]
Read more "The Sandcastle (part 2)"“The oldest legend of Kenlow island is the Midnight’s Day. A magical night, a time of the dire, and the wonderful. From sundown to sunrise, a strange wakish light pervades. Not quite dusk, and not quite night. It is then, and then only that strange and magical things can happen. No one knows for sure […]
Read more "The Sandcastle (part 1)"It rises up where stately trees with silver moss preside. Palmetto fronds like peasant’s fans crowd round the mansion door, the windows wide, inviting plans where all our dreams beside go chaos in the seaside breeze . – Soon we’ll run down sandy dunes where watery hillocks—water splash! we’ll run into the salty broam feel […]
Read more "Beach v. House"He felt the call as clearly as the horn that echoed through the trees at Amon Hen; and quickly rose in answer lest the warn be lost and all destroyed without true men. But no one else had caught that solemn call, and when they tried to hear the notes of light that haunt from […]
Read more "Melenorian"He dabs and bows his head, a dapper chap who cheeps about each day to twit and feed. He flaunts, and hops and leaves without a map. – Some weeks it seems he left or took a nap. But soon as hope he pops around for seed, and dabs and bows his head: a dapper […]
Read more "The Dabbler"Shadows drifted over the table, flickering on and off with the fire. The mead warmed Alston down to his toes. It was cold outside. Alston looked across the table at his friend. “You don’t know what it’s like,” Alston said. “I may be brand new here too, but I’ve learned about it before.” Quinn was […]
Read more "Race to Verdou Fountain: The Tavern"I should have known You long ago— my heart was born with chambers void of blood, the walls just small and hidden to the eyes, but to the soul more endless than the stars. I should have felt Your absence in my tears— the ache of endings could have been a mold to pour my […]
Read more "Perfect Gift"The path forks off and goes another way, nor you nor I know where the trail will trend. It leads up high into the misty grey. – And full of ardor, friends line up to say that they will join our journey to ascend the path that forks and goes another way. – But curving […]
Read more "Mountain Trails"When God tells you to simply trust… it’s not the fear of falling through the skies with Him beside that makes you gasp. It’s feeling that your parachute is wobbly on your back. Jump, hoping against instinct flight instructors understand. Land in horrified joy, never to leap from heights again. Trust… as white mountains flash […]
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