Richard Granvold

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“The Cottage Of No Return” by Richard Granvold

   We get a lot of rain in Oregon, especially during the winter, the winter’s days are gray and short. The darkness comes early, stays late for weeks on end and it saddens many.   We had not be on a vacation for decades, could never really afford one, but finally we knew we had to get away. So, Martha and I went for one last vacation. You see, we went and hypnotized ourselves to death.   “Come along, hurry. We must do this,” I had said to Martha...

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“Gromble's adventure at the store” by Richard Granvold

   There was a once upon a time that was a mission named Gromble. Gromble would groom the morning each and every day. That is to say, each and every day, the morning would groom Gromble. The morning conductor always unnerved Gromble. The colorful cobbler would say,”There are no flies here today.” It’s way was a typical Gromble morning.   Gromble caught the cross bus cart to the crust cove to meet Habbob with her merry thimble.    “Another hardy to you...

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“Don't tell me the moon ... ” by Richard Granvold

There are footprints on the soft and wild moon and command over the tides and tilt of earth. Yes, I have heard that the moon is a cruel mistress. She has to be, she dies every morning and then takes a yearly sacrifice to rise again each and every night, holding at ransom, the ocean tides and the tilt of the earth.~I came, while it was still night and I was scared. It was a cold night, the ground covered in biting frost.“I don’t want to die,” I said holding tight something that was inside...

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““The Home Star Is Missing!”” by Richard Granvold

“Look,” she cried as she pointed to the sky,” the Home Star is missing!” Fox looked up to see the sky. Overhead, where there should have been a bright star, there was none, only a dark hole, blacker than the night sky. Fox could feel its’ wrongness, and did not like this wrongness written into the night. A frightened look set into his eyes. “I must go and find it, ...

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“CHASE THE SUN” by Richard Granvold

I was hot as I ran down into the valley in the morning of the melting sun. The good valley ran from east to west. A spirit raced before the wind caught up with me, raced through me, and caused me to shiver. It was not the golden wind of the sun, but the silver wind of the moon I feared. I came down a road, rutted from the spring rains, running past shacks and c...

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