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Fiction in a Nutshell: Safe No MoreMyra dashed through the woods, panic etched on her face. Glancing behind she saw a dark shadow race towards her. She didn't know what it was, but one thing was clear: it meant her harm. Whilst distracted she tripped and fell into the soft dirt. She gasped as the shadow engulfed her, sucking all air from her lungs and her eyes shut as her last breath was snatched away. Upon opening them, she stared at the ceiling of her room. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that the imaginary world of her mind was no longer safe.
Thirty Days of Writing: HazeAfter an hour of restless tossing and turning in his bed, Trent finally fell into the welcoming darkness of sleep. His mind drifted in between several befuddling dreams before dissolving into a familiar area that felt more real than his usual dreams. He stood up from the ground and looked around to see a multitude of trees that caught the full moon light. Raising his eyebrow, he approached one of the trees and placed his hand upon the trunk. He closed his eyes and opened them again, wondering if it was even possible. There was only one way to find out. With a jump, he ran into the woods at an incredible pace.
The trees passed by his vision in a blur and it was not long before he reached the edge of the woods and halted just before a cliffside. He gasped sharply as he took in the sight that was before him. It was just as he remembered from his childhood. The waterfalls, the castle in the far west bordered by an ocean that sparkled in the moonlight and a few scattered villages throughout
Thirty Days of Writing: SnowflakeA muffled groan emanated from underneath the covers as Trent reluctantly opened his eyes and swung his legs over the side of his bed. Quickly he padded across his room to his window to discover the source of the noise that had awakened him from his slumber. It didn't take him long for him to spot Myra standing in his driveway, throwing pebbles that lightly rapped against his window before bouncing back down. He opened the window and leaned out, then in a soft voice so as to not wake the neighbors said, "What is it?"
"Trent!" Myra softly yelled back up to him. "The first snow's about to start! Get down here!" She beamed up at him and held out her hands in a pleading gesture. Trent rolled his eyes as he pulled back into his room and shut the window. In the two months that he had been here, one thing he had learned was to expect the unexpected from Myra Fischer. He rapidly pulled a black jumper over his pajamas and slipped his feet into his sneakers. Carefully, Trent opened the door of hi
30 Days of Writing: RestlessSeventeen year old Myra sat lazily in the window seat of her room with her arm hanging over her bent leg. She stared idly out the window at the neighborhood as the trees swayed in the gentle breeze. This breeze went through her slightly open window and wafted through the sheer, light blue curtains. It had been approximately seven months since she had last ventured into her world of Valaria, and she was becoming anxious to go back. There was one thing that held her back though, and that was the fear of getting attacked again.
The last time she had entered her world she had been plagued with nightmares after her traumatic experience. She had only been in the Evergreen Forest for five minutes when a deep black shadowy mist had enshrouded her then dissipated to reveal five heavily armored dark knights with broad swords that glinted in the sunlight. Using her bright blue pencil, she had quickly traced the outline of her most prized sword, Rachana, and had snatched it in mid air the moment i
30 Days of Writing: AccusationTrent led Myra up the stairs as the sounds of clinking dishes his mother was clearing followed them. They had had a wonderful dinner with his mother, who had been in such high spirits the entire evening. Now, though, was the time for Trent and Myra to do a little catching up of their own. Once they reached the top of the stairs, Trent turned, led Myra down the hall, and opened the last door on the left to reveal his childhood bedroom. Myra stepped in slowly, then twirled around with a kind smile on her face.
"It sure hasn't changed now, has it?" She observed as she did a once around while Trent closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
"No, it hasn't. I guess since mom wasn't able to see me, she wanted to retain some semblance of my existence. It must have been difficult to not even be able to see her own son." Trent's shoulders sagged with this thought and he averted his gaze to the soft carpeted floor.
Myra bit her lip as she saw this and immediately reached out to place her
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