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The Lizard King

Submitted by Hannah W. on Wed, 10/21/2009 - 00:29

I walked through the deserts,
the breezing brusing my shoulders,
becoming my breath,
whispering my name.
So I followed it.

It led me through the barren brush
stiff and wide-awake
and the dried husk of the moon was rising
into the indigo night.
So I watched it.

I thought I heard cold voices
and saw orange eyes glowing back
like half-set suns they watched me
and the voices rose like wavering heat.
So I listened.

Words were not their ways
as I encroached upon their land

Sea Eyes, Chapter Two, by Grant

Submitted by Bridget on Mon, 05/11/2009 - 03:05
I don’t know precisely how to introduce myself. My name is Grant. I am nearing my seventeenth birthday. Oh, that’s not the way to do it at all. I know it’s not. I’ll just tell my story and you can draw your conclusions from that. The place where I live is rather dull. Rules, regulations, can-and-can’t-do’s, the like. The funny thing is, for this entire adventure, I don’t think I followed a single rule, and I went wrong with everything, and yet everything worked out.
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