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by Melinda VanLone | Feb 17, 2012 | Stories, Thoughts |
“Nevermore.” Marcie frowned at Diego as they walked. He’d completely interrupted her thought. “What?” “Nevermore.” He offered her a crooked grin. “Quoth the raven, and all that.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stop. “Have you heard anything I’ve been saying?...
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by Melinda VanLone | Feb 10, 2012 | Stories, Thoughts |
Sharon stepped out onto the balcony and took a deep breath. The fresh morning air, touched with damp, was a delight. She knew later in the day it would feel more like a sauna, but for now it cleared her mind and awakened her senses. She glanced over to her right and...
by Melinda VanLone | Jan 20, 2012 | Photos, Stories, Thoughts |
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Serin squatted down next to the old tire. Her crisp, blue uniform created a contrast against the green field behind her. Bran wondered how nobody had picked up on just how beautiful she was. Her black hair whipped around in the...
by Melinda VanLone | Jan 13, 2012 | Stories, Thoughts |
“You know, we’ve walked by here every day for a year and I’ve never noticed that before.” Stella paused on the cracked sidewalk. She rubbed her arms. Even in her red wool jacket, the chill made her joints ache. “What?” Margie continued on for a few more feet before...
by Melinda VanLone | Jan 6, 2012 | Photos, Stories, Thoughts |
“Mary, wait!” Patch grabbed my arm, which interrupted the spell I’d spent the past five minutes focused on. “It’s now or never, Patch.” I gently removed the offending digits, then spread my arms out wide once more. My robes cascaded over my arms in a satisfying way. I...
by Melinda VanLone | Dec 30, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
Evie stared up at the building and shuddered. She’d never liked the tall ones. She’d rather keep her feet on the ground. Probably her gypsy heritage. The highest she liked to get was the back of a horse. But if she wanted the ability to save her people, she had to do...
