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A/N: Not exactly a fantasy story, but it does touch on fantasy themes. "And some day we'll find it, the Rainbow Connection. The Lovers, the Dreamers, and me," I sing ...

I stand at my donation box, ready for an evening of jokes and enthusiastic theatre-goers. I am in a very strange mood today. This is the last time I will ...

Summer hides away I wish I could hide with it It's healing warmth The painless freedom But in one week's time I'll go back to the battlefield That nearly killed ...

A/N This is a expansion of Little Girl/Not a Little Girl The Moment the pixies saw the little girl sitting ...

Recently, I attended a discussion of Canadian children's authors, illustrators, and book sellers on the genre that is generally categorized ...

There was a story here, but I couldn't figure out how to delete the post. Anyway, myego was sorely bruised ...

I'm standing on the edge of the sidewalk. I wonder what would happen if I took just a few steps ...

Scene One RACHEL It took a long time, but Cody did eventually let me have friends. First, it was this ...

Last year, the CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corportation) did a program called "The Greatest Canadian." On the top one hundred list ...

The title was a prompt given at my writers group. Here's what I came up with. Shopping sucks. I hate ...

It was still before dawn. I tossed abd turned in my bed. It was just too early, but I was ...

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There's no job too small for an elf. Nope. They'll anything for anyone. Provided that they are well paid for it. 'Cause an elf can do anything. Be any size ...

The elves returned to the shoemaker's house and spent the whole night working away at the shoes. It took almost until dawn. They were, after all, only a few inches ...

The first light of the morning crept in the window though the narrow space between the pink-and-blue flowered curtains. A calm breeze wafted in with the scent of dewy grass ...

Any "What happens next" predictions are welcome, as well as what I can do to make this chapter better. The first place Emily wanted to go once they got to ...

Emily stayed in her room for the rest of the afternoon. She couldn't stand the thought of facing her mother, and was too miserable to go outside for her backyard ...

Chapter Four The last three weeks of school were torture. But Emily knew that she had to endure them. It was the only way for to get to the camp ...

Chapter Six Arrival The long, six-hour drive could not have passed by more slowly, and Emily hated every minute of it. She tried to stay quiet, wanted it to pass ...

Please don't turn this into a discussion on the philosophies of war. I am a pacifist, and that's all you need to know about my thoughts. I just want to ...

Thoughts on where to go next might be useful. I got stuck halfway through chapter eleven, where they learn more about what the bad guy is doing. Chapter Eight Into ...

Wrote this a couple of years ago. Not interested in rewriting it any time soon. Just wanted to share it will you. Chapter One The dank stench was almost unbearable. ...

Too many emotions for words My mind become muddled A Unicorn in human form The man who captured my heart Who pulled me from the dark place Has his own ...

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That bloody cat! Such a pest Bouncing balls Catnip toy Rattling mouse She bites my hands And nips my nose Won't let me work I close the door She just ...

4: Happy Birthday It was Sunday morning and I was once again running low on clean clothes. So I hauled my laundry bag to the laundry room for the second ...

The first two entries in a much longer story Saturday, August 30, 2008 I wonder if it’s possible to feel more nervous than I am right now. I mean, starting ...

August 30, 2008 It took a bus, the subway, the train, a cab, and more than six hours, but we are finally here in our hotel room in Cornwall. Mom, ...

If you haven't read the previous entries, here's the link. topic27836.html Tuesday, September 2, 2008 I’d like to know who came up with the word, “Frosh.” Maybe I’ll look it ...

previous entries here: topic28484.html Monday, September 8, 2008 I just go finished writing some emails to Mom, Dad, and my friend from high school. I know I said I was ...

Saturday, September 13, 2008 My eyes are purple. There. I wrote it. That’s the truth I don’t want anyone to know about me and why I wear those damn contact ...