The baby's coo was sunlight shining through the clouds.
Time was the thief that stole moments that I needed for later.
Words are seeds that quietly take root in the mind.
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Magenta Dawn
As I rounded the corner early one morning, EOS had just risen from the RIVER OCEANUS, opened the gates of heaven, and painted the dawn. It...
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The lights beckoned her out. She knew the warnings. “Marie, good girls don’t venture out at night,” she had heard every evening growing...
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Instructors Note: This is an exercise in adaptation of a sort, an experiment to see if it is true, as I believe, that all good stories are...
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I felt the wind and saw alternating red and green lights streaming out of the tunnel as the massive train car pushed the air through the t...
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