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Mariel I look at you. I see a wood. I don’t know if it’s a place I’ve been, but it feels like somewhere I’ve been. Yes, I think it must be a place I’ve been. The light is dappled, the trees form a sort of a canopy above, but the light makes it through. Small motes of dust sparkle… Continue reading The Space Between Us, by Sam Hall
The city of Pansey, capital and namesake of the Pansean Empire, was known as the heart of the World. Amidst its tall towers and cobbled streets, ruins of past centuries lingered around corners, reminders of the Empireʼs long and storied history. Around them, a new age of art, science, and learning had dawned, bringing with… Continue reading The Heart of the World, by Maxine Janerka
…I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men… Emily had never been so far north before, and her friends’ warnings about wights, dragons, witches and other creatures of the netherworld still rang in her… Continue reading And Wild and Sweet The Words Repeat
It was the London from books. The air of the city was full of rain, hopes and smells. It was full of pale sky and falling drops that reflected buildings, people and occasionally dogs. He couldn’t stop looking at her. She appeared from out of the rain and he didn’t know where she was going.… Continue reading Mystery in the Rain, by Maria Barnes
August Tate asked me out the week after Claire left; Mom, at that time, was still putting laundry in the fridge, dish towels covering the egg cartons like blankets and socks rolled up in balls next to the butter. He stopped me outside of history class, one hand flashing out to my wrist and hesitating, as… Continue reading Faith, by Tess Walsh
The colour grey unstrapped his rucksack and dropped it, with a clomp, to the scorched and thirsty earth. Encumbered with hours of hunger and heat, a sigh of relief escaped his parched lips at last. He had reached his destination. He did not even need to glance at the mouth of the forest to realise, by the… Continue reading Sea of Trees, by Richard Plender