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Leonna’s head looked like a large ball of dark auburn hair. She tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable spot.
Giving up, she laid on her back and stared at the ceiling, eventually turning to look at the clock on her phone.
“Ugh, 2:41.” She walked to the kitchen and guzzled down a glass of water. Leonna returned to her bedroom to attempt sleep again, but when she climbed into bed, she felt something odd on her sheets.
“A locket?” She picked up a gold, star-shaped locket on a silver chain. Looking up for a clue to the appearance of the locket, her eyes were drawn to the window where she saw a glimmer of blue.
Leonna grabbed a white oversized hoodie off the floor, and pulled it over her black tank top and hot pink pajama pants. Sliding the mysterious locket around her neck, she went outside.
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She chastised herself for not grabbing her phone to light her way, and looked for the blue glimmer.
She was about to give up hope when she saw it, near the edge of the forest. Sprinting to the flash, she saw the flash again further into the forest.
The flash led her to a large pile of branches and logs. Seeing no way to climb over them she began to crawl through a large hollow log.
As she inched through the tunnel, the Locket around her neck began to get heavier and warmer. Suddenly she fell as she reached the end of the log tunnel. Leonna got up to a sitting position, grabbed the locket, and opened it.
A blinding light erupted from the object. When it faded, and Leonna’s eyes readjusted to the light level, she saw the trees were covered in fireflies, washing the area with a warm yellow light. A swarm of large blue butterflies flew around her and then flew over the tops of the trees.
The wind was stronger and the breeze whipped Leonna’s hair around her face. The noise of the breeze around her ears sounded almost like…..whispers of words, in a language long
started to recognize it, she was trying to beat it back with sheer will power.
The gentle early morning breeze blew across their faces like the whispering winds sway the trees. They had been walking all night long, and finally made it across the border. My mother’s hair was ruffled up, her nose had a steady trickle of blood running into her open mouth. She grunted softly as she lifted her hand up. Tears streamed down her eyes. She knew she had finally made it to her destination.
the brim and a navy blue dress with a small white dot in the print. Her collar and cuffs
He sees a cave and decides to go in. Inside the cave there is gold, jewels, crowns, diamonds, all kinds of treasure. He put a bracelet on and while he was sitting in a pile of gold, he fell back asleep. When he woke up, his arm was very sore and noticed the band was now very tight. Eustace walked over to the pond to take a drink and see the reflection of a dragon in the water.
bright red hair fell to her knees: She wore a great twisted golden necklace, and a tunic of
The girl looked at the bead curtain. 'They've painted something on it,' she said. 'What does it say?'
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. ( This description of the scenery is very happy, usually not how one sees the world after hearing devastating news of her husbands death.)
Amara groaned at the sound of an overly cheerful voice, in which had disturbed her beauty sleep. Sun rays shined against her skin as someone pulled open the blinds. Her blue hues fluttered open, revealing the excited brunette girl,
She looks, but sees nothing familiar; a mixture of all six, different pieces of each, sewn together in some kind of puzzle. Its bones are thin, its hair is short like a man’s, and its eyes as pretty as a women’s.
wind. It was as if it was crying, almost howling for its voice to be
like a sleepwalker’s . . . She adjusted the noose round her neck. Hugo was
She unbuckled a few cinches on the side of her leather chest armor and slipped a hand inside it, pulling out a thin leather packet that I’d never seen before. Zetia untied the packet and pulled out a note-card sized piece of brown glossy paper. Next she pulled out a writing instrument and held it up.
Despite herself, she found she couldn’t help herself as she looked over into the shadows and said, “What if I
Then, slowly at first, but with ever increasing intensity, a small glimmer appeared on the glossy leaves. Through the whispering blades of grass, a brilliant fire arose from the depths turning the lingering water droplets into liquid silver that dripped from expectant leaves and flowed gurgling into shallow puddles, bathing the young trees with the succulent taste of a new day.
As I hear the train approaching the station I take out the locket from my jacket pocket and secure it around Lily’s neck as I lift her onto my shoulders.