Muriel and Miranda, part 5
Muriel produced the key from the pocket of her shirt. “Let’s go. Hold onto the key with me. Cave or garden, which will it be?”
“Cave.” As she said the word, Miranda took hold of the key.
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Muriel and Miranda, part 1
Miranda could see the spider’s web as she walked up to the workshop she’d been constructing. Sunlight was sparkling through some of the drops left on the web from the morning’s heavy dew. She had never seen such an enormous spider.
They
They took the words out of her, imprisoned behind scars and threats. They told her she was wrong, that she might be crazy, when she told them the … Continue reading They
Theories about Stories
The stories are living and breathing. The stories are in dreams.
The Blue Lady
. . .I was always young. Demure, but sprightly, ready to dance gaily if the fifes and drums, or the fiddle struck up a springtime dance. . . .
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