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The Day the Skyfel: Aftersickness
She wished to be a little child, and none of this had happened. She wanted to be five again in her mom’s arms with the words in her ears. “Raven. Raven bird.” Her mom would say. “Raven bird, everything will be OK. Everything will be fine. “And it was always fine. When her mom said…
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The Rescue of Susie
“Suzie,” Samuel spoke softly. And he felt himself choke up with tears. He had thought that she was dead and here she was alive and a prisoner. No matter how long the last two years and three months felt to him, they had probably felt like a lifetime to her. He was sure he couldn’t…
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Not Alone
Dixon had been sitting by Kia‘s mother, his head on his paws. But when Kia entered the room he had stood up. He had followed her to the kitchen. He was now standing in the doorway, panting, and staring at her. Looking at him one could see the only thing on his mind was food.…
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“On the Hill”
He helped me out then; he stood and pulled me to my feet. He had a towel on the sink, and he turned to grab it, but I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him. He was so warm. My body was going crazy with excitement. Erik turned back and wrapped the towel…
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After the Rain
He was there virtually in the same spot that he had been the first time. But this time, he didn’t wait for me to call Buddy’s name. He jumped to his feet and walked toward me, saying, “hello Carrie, how are you doing today?” I replied, “fine, thank you and yourself?”. He smiled at me.…
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The Day the Skyfel: Shadows of the Past
Cameron watched Sophia sleep for a while. He had been hoping she could tell him what had been on her mind, but he was not surprised when she did not have the strength. He was disappointed, of course, but not surprised. Cameron removed her fluids and exchanged them for new ones. He went upstairs and…
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