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Trevan wasn’t what anyone would call special. The most exciting thing about him was where he lived. Trevan lived in the town at the edge of the river. This was no ordinary river, and so, it was no ordinary town. If the river had been anywhere else it would have been just like any other river, but it wasn’t. So. This was the Mida river, and it was the border between two very old, very tired countries. The town was named after the river, and in many ways, they were the same. Old and slow and sometimes very temperamental. However...
Cai opened her dark eyes and stared up at the moonlit ceiling. She had just had a dream. Something about it felt very familiar, like the smell of her grandmother's house, or the feel of summer rain on your face. And yet she couldn’t remember it at all. All that remained was this lingering feeling. She lay there letting the warm feel of familiarity settle around her, trying to gently coax the dream to come back. But dreams are fickle beasts and this one it seemed had tramped away for good.The wind came then and blew her green curtai...
An eerie skin crawling scream pierced the absolute silence. The sound sunk fear deep into my heart and panic high in my chest. I shuddered. There was something out there. Something moving about in the cool night. My heart was beating so fast and loud I thought it would give me away. I held absolutely still. I thought I might suffocate for breathing so quietly. Another slicing razor edged scream jolted across my ears. I shuddered. I could hear it now. A muffled crunching and ticking moving about in the night. I wanted to be gone. I did not...
Today’s the day I change. I thought for probably the thousandth time. But for real this time. I’m gonna change, I mean it! Yeah right.It was a Saturday, lovely yellow clouds filled the blue sky and the perfect golden glow of the sunset flowed through them. It was the perfect weather, the perfect day, and yet– I was still lying to myself. Still pretending that I could change, that I even wanted to. If I wanted to, wouldn't I have by now? Why was I such a failure? Such a disappointment....
The day after the storm was crystal and bright. Low clouds scudded along the flat western horizon. Solon sighed, there was still time. It had been a particularly bad storm. Waves forty feet high and hard flat water drops that pounded against the wood and glass. The wind growling and spinning the boat around, threatening to pull off the folded sails and break the masts. It had gone on like that for five days. Lyle...
I stood in a stunned shocked silence. People seemed to shoot past on either side of me in a buzz of useless activity. He was right there. He was alive, perfect and real, standing in the drab watercolor street smiling at me. I had no words. I had no thoughts. He was speaking to me then, but I couldn't hear him. I felt a deep sadness, he couldn’t really be alive, could he? I was seeing things. The world had finally gone t...
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