Rise Again Angel
The mansion was filled with many people that night; this gala was merry and grand. Eight o'clock and he was still waiting for his friend to come and join him. As usual he was always late, an hour at most. The two stood before each other and looked at...
Blue Porch Swing (Poem)
This poem was written by Amanda. I am only doing minor editing, and posting them with her permission! Note to those who know how to write poetry: I'm not sure how to work with this enough so that it's accurate, I added a few bits of punctuation in...
Blue Crimson Chapter 2
Blue Crimson Ch. 2: Waning Dusk The time was midday, two days after the events in Trovis Manor. Word had begun to spread among the populace, and the sparks of war were already beginning to kindle. All along the northern coasts of the province,...
By the Pond
Arnie reeled in his prize: a bluegill barely bigger than his hand, not even two pounds. it flopped and thrashed as arnie pulled it up over the dock, stopping when the bobber reached the tip of the pole. “look at that!” lenora hollered. “you got it!”
Kenapocomoco
And, bluegill, yes, and red horse suckers. yes, fish. many native kinds. and, oh, the thrill of making the catch! with a line, or with your bare paws (as otters could do, and often did).
Max and Myles: Chapter 3 - Part 1 - Sophy and Karu
All he managed to swat out of a nearby creek was a small bluegill for her.