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There is a new shape: the vibrations catch and eddy on a small body. A bright-watcher? But it’s dark now. Swim carefully, slowly. It does not look like the ones who break skin, it bares no shooting teeth. Swim straight.
Victor and the Sea Kings
The Fair Maiden bounced and rocked on the violent waves caused by the raging storm. A wicked, yet beautiful green light filled the sky as the lightning streaked through the night, followed by an angry rolling thunder that sounded as though it was ripping the wooden planks straight off the old ship’s frame. Victor and Elaina held each other tight as the storm kept them awake from the bed of the captain’s chambers. They never spoke, just lie there listening to the storm in fear of what other dangers it would bring. A storm brought on by magic had unlimited possibilities, and no one knew the dangers of magic better than Elaina, being particularly “crafty” herself, brewing potions, especially potions like, which she had predicted, brought this wretched storm upon them. Since man had begun to try to rid the lands of magic, the seas became host to the wars and creations of magical beings. The seas on this part of the planet, Nevaeh, had become particularly dangerous. The thought of being out here at all worried Elaina, the storm and the possible dangers it was brewing just made matters worse.
I Am Alone
I am alone out here in the night Ten thousand crickets sing in delight Varied tempo of footsteps ignite Soon as moon has a glow so bright
Dedication: To the artist, who inspired the words. Seeking the moist soil of the river bottom, standing as a solitary guard is Samara.
The Sleeper Shark
The only dangerous rumor was the one no one was keeping an eye on and for a field where everybody knew everybody it was a rare thing for a rumor to exist with an immediate truth undecided. The rumor played out in conferences, multi-organizational projects, professional retreats, and just about anywhere involving two or more shark biologists, but still not one person could confirm or fully deny the rumor. As a result, there was suspicion and leading figures within the field warned younger associates that nothing good could come from such a mangled collection of supposed ‘interactions’.
A Void of Anticipated Silence
Innately, children have a poor sense of fashion. For years, Vern watched as student after student paraded around proudly in too small t-shirts spotted with the latest fad driven superhero team, sweatpants a shade of brown not completely known to Vern, and dark blue Bills jerseys whose fit better resembled a thigh high skirt than an actual, acceptably sized top.
Thunderous, Chapter Two
Joe's crimson-coloured interplanetary hot-rod was back at the drive-in that night, this time bringing with it Flashtease and Petunia who proceeded to make for themselves a little hollow of familiarity in the square seat-space. Popcorn was never a complete experience without Petunia’s perfume like hot peanut-butter melting on its sweet sticky smell, stuffying-up the nostrils with contentment. Supersized soft drinks were almost too wide to squeeze your fingers round, ice-cubes knocking in the heavy sloshing bag of cool, but once you’d fumbled the straw to your questing pout it started with a slurp and ended in a fizzy explosion blowing your senses out from within. The seats were slid down to full recline, skirts and underskirts were balled up in the small of each respective wearer’s back, and it was a mercy not to have to resettle your pants unless you wanted to. Flashtease felt just fine and Petunia did too, really, though from her restless flittering flounce fanned occasional little disturbances in the happy popcorn-miasma. It was probably going to turn out alright. Two matching pairs of feet in white ankle-socks which bore testament to a day’s wear sat propped-up on the windshield-rim, and beyond these toes the cinema-screen was a monolith of light soaring high into realms of blue.
Goldie looked longingly up at the top of the refrigerator. There, she could see the edge of the red doggie biscuit box. A little bit of drool seeped along the side of her mouth. She whined and whimpered, but her owner had left for work earlier that day.