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While passing a farmhouse late one summer evening, I overheard the weather forecast through an open window, the local meteorologist calling for light showers very soon. Though I saw no clouds in the sky, I took shelter beneath an overhang out in the field behind the house, making myself comfortable as the sun finished passing … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Chance of Light Showers
When I stopped at a well in the woods, I found within not water but a wretched waif. A pale figure curled up on a bed of grass and crushed flowers, the hands cupped over their head the picture of abject sorrow. Their voice bounced off the stone walls up to me, distorted and muffled. … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – The Wretched Well
When the moon drew too close, we retreated indoors and barred the windows shut. Mystified, I helped with the task of preparing for a siege, but once the work was done, I tried to be on my way. The townsfolk would have none of it. "It's just a lunar eclipse," I argued. I was standing … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Silent Eclipse
One evening, the stars looked down at me and asked, "Wanderer, you have traveled so far. What do you seek?" I sat below them on an open, grassy hill. Points of light blazed overhead, like colorful jewels set in a black velvet cloth, twinkling expectantly. "Hope, I think," I replied. For a moment, they said … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – The Bravest Thing
By Mattie McAlavy She isn't aptly named. Summer the season is heat, heat, heat and dappled skin and sweat and laughter on a breeze. Popsicles melting, sweet tea sweating, heavy green boughs sighing in the sun. A feeling. Summer (the) Baker is "dynamite with a laser beam" - pinpoint-direct and molten and focused, focused 'chaos.' … Continue reading Mattie McAlavy: On S.G. Baker
By Madison Ferril Mischief is too base a word for what glints behind her eyes. It is more the beginnings of a maelstrom, or perhaps it is a hint of the spark that set the universe into motion. Some would call it magic, but that term is neither broad enough nor narrow enough to capture … Continue reading Madison Ferril: On S.G. Baker
By Lyle Hall Not too long ago, on a terrible day, I thought I should try something. Something I knew, I knew wouldn’t work. It ended about as well as could be expected; with me lying on my back in the dirt. That was when I really saw Summer. 'Ha, nice one. Are you alright?' … Continue reading Lyle Hall: On S.G. Baker
By Rebekah Cannon A traveler in the truest sense of the word. Her form a mere physical bond holding her to the earth as her whole being journeyed beyond what any world could hold. She was a creator of life in the dreams she conjured.
By Jennifer Archer There was a cautiousness about her. She was careful about sharing herself, always watchful and gauging those around her, taking their measure. If lucky enough to gain her trust, you were treated to a glimpse of her sharp wit, her keen sense of humor, wry and cynical, a level of intelligence and … Continue reading Jennifer Archer: On S.G. Baker
By Micah Baker She wiped the blood from her sword, a quick motion, wrist flicking, eyes peering intently into the wounds before her. The cuts were clean, effective as the precise lacerations of a surgeon. And while blood welled up from the incisions, a healing happened. She cut away the fog of fear and insecurity … Continue reading Micah Baker: On S.G. Baker
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