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A Trip to the Past


“Serena,” Raven sputtered excitedly as they walked to the cafeteria beneath the beautiful autumn maples.

Raven turned around and giggled. “Serena, what’s wrong with you?

“There’s this new cafe off campus.”

“So?”smiled Raven, walking as they talked.

“Well, they serve tea ,coffee, hot chocolate or pastries, but that’s not the exciting part.”

“Then what is?” Raven asked, stopping in her tracks.

“When you walk in the door, you go back in time.” Serena whispered. “I swear. I thought I’d been drugged. Even my clothes were from the middle ages. Everything was, the food….”

“Raven grabbed Serena’s hand. “What are you waiting for, let’s go!”

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Forest Primeval

IMG_0073I have been “kidnapped”, or so it seems. let’s just say I have awoken in a new place,in a new home,you might say optimistically.It is a forest somewhere that I have never been. I have everything I need to make a home, then begin a plan to find out where I am and someone I can communicate with. First step-find water. Mark my way back to where I began, so I will at least have a “starting’ point. Hopefully the water will lead to civilization, where I can observe the people, the buildings, read signs, get some idea where I am. Where that first step leads me, who knows? My second step will have to consider what I have found out there.

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An Ocean of Trees

Somewhere in the shadows of his dreams, the young man drifted in and out of the haze. Trees seemed to be every where, he looked around and everything looked the same. Here and there a branch would be different or a limb wold be broken off, but nothing in the real world went on and on without variation!

The, within his dream world, he thought of the ocean, how it went on and on, the waves crashing, the winds pounding, shells sprinkled about. There were a few things that went on and on without variety. But what did it mean? What was the purpose of this dreams.

Within the mist of dreamworld, he recalled what he had been thinking of as he went to sleep. What would I like to be when I am grown, what do I love? He thought of hikes he had been on, the whispers of the forest, the gentle breaks in its continuity. Its peace, the way it drew him back, time after time.

Suddenly, his eyes opened- “An OCEAN of trees!” the forest was like the ocean, simply a different entity. It went on and on, it was tranquil, yet mysterious. Forestry, that’s what it was, he would study forestry! Somewhere in that never ending topic, he would find himself. His eyes softly closed again.

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De Ja Voux?

 She felt herself running, tripping down this odd stair case, the echo of someone following her, close behind. It was rather dark, in this place she’d never been-Italy, maybe, Old Europe?


It seemed the stairs went on and on, chunks of granite worn down by time-some sort of alley way. There were no cares and no doors that led anywhere.




Where was she, who was chasing her? Why was she here? A cold breeze whipped by her, she jumped up. Her heart pounding. “A dream,” she sighed, “only a dream.”

“Where had she seen those steps?” she thought, now awake.


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A Quiet Place

The river was out of its banks again. Muddy torrents rushed around the bend as they headed for the dam at the old water plant. Trees swayed at the edge of the water, looking as if they would topple in at any moment. She had walked down this trail so many times, it had been her “quiet place” as a teen. But not today, it held the roar of a restless spirit. She saw the old mill stone laying near the path. Beside it, something caught her eyes. A human skull, she thought, sucking in her breath. No! Not again!

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Silver Challis

“Alas! She laughed as he swooped into the parlor like some minor royalty. “He has surely forgotten his station!” She turned her silver Challis toward he lips and drank of the blood within., no one noticing as she licked a stray drop from her lip. “Soon, he would be reminded,” she smiled.

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One November Day

It is the first day of November, and so today, someone will die. Next year, Dia de los Muertes will become real for us. Always before we have watched, seen the costumes, smelled the food, next year our tears will be real. That day, we remember.

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Moonlight Ravine

The only sound in the forest was the crunch of leaves underfoot. That silence told me something that my mother had taught me as a child. When the birds stop their singing and the squirrels cease their chatter, there is a reason. DSCN2143

As I reached the edge of a sharp-edged boulder, I stopped and listened for a moment. Getting between a mother bear and her cubs was a bad idea, I reminded myself. I listened for the noisy crunch and possible growling of bears,but nothing caught my attention..

Though it was nearing dusk, the sun peeked though the clouds for a moment and I expected to hear the forest fill up with sound again. Nothing.

It was November 1st, “Los Dias de los Muertes” I thought, half smiling. I began to let my mind wander. I had always heard that an ancient battle between Native Americans took place near this rock. In fact, it was know as “Broken Skull Rock.” I assumed that the name referred more to the shape of the jagged rock, split into two sharp pieces, than it did to an actual event. But no one seemed to know for sure.

The sun disappeared behind the mountain, and soon the darkness began to creep in. I felt a spider web hit my face as I quickened my step to get back to the clearing where I’d parked. An owl let out its call, and a shiver went up my spine.

A wisp of smoke appeared from the chimney of an old cabin across a steep ravine. I froze in my footsteps as I hear the creaking of a door and saw a glint of light coming through in the shadows.

“Hello?” I called, hoping to warn the cabins’ inhabitant of my presence. I got no answer. I could see the glint of a candle though the window, as the light faded. My heart began to race.. No one was supposed to have lived here for years.

The owls call rang out again. I heard the door creek shut again. A sliver of moonlight appeared through newly barren trees. I looked back across the ravine and found myself lying on my belly, having tripped over a root. My ankle throbbing, my head pounding,, I saw my car a hundred yards ahead.

From now on, I would take my hikes in the park on “Los Dias de los Muertes!”

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Phantom Raids

He slipped through the forest without a sound, even the birds did not stop their chirping as he went by.

Out upon the edge of the mesa, he looked down to the canyon below. There, he saw what he was looking for. Quietly, in the soft light of dawn, he crept behind the wagon where the horses were grazing. They looked up, but with a soft motion of his hand, they settled down with barely a sound. Gently, he unhobbled the horses as they softy moved around. The whistling of the wind covered any sound they made as the first streak of light appeared above the ridge top. By the time the settlers in the wagon awoke, he was back with his people beyond the mesa, and the horses were there too, running with the others he had taken in Phantom Raids.

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Joseph and the Zombie

She walked into the restaurant/bar and sat down by another girl about her age-maybe in college?

Robyn didn’t usually frequent places with bars at night-alone, but her friends daughter was sick, so she decided to visit the place she often visited with friends from the university, hoping to meet up with some of them.

 Meeting up with someone she knew was more difficult than she expected, since everyone was in costume, and most had their faces disguised with make up or covered. The girl beside her was dressed up as a “Jeanie”, bottle in hand. Robyn was dressed as “Tinkerbelle”, a costume she felt a little silly dressed in, but she had liked the colors and the innocence of it.

 Soon Robyn and “Jeanie” were talking. They didn’t reveal their identities, but found out that they both went to the same university. After they discovered that they shared the same major, they had decided to try to discover their true identity at school the next day and get a laugh out of having knew each other from class, but not recognizing each other in costume.

 The evening went on, Robyn got up and danced with a handsome pirate who had ask asked for her company. Soon, she lost track on “Jeanie” and returned to her seat at the bar. The Pirate, who called himself “Joseph” and said he worked at a computer store near by seemed nice. Robyn sipped her drink as he told her about himself.

 The next thing Robyn remembered was walking up in an empty apartment, feeling like she had a hangover, and fearing she had done more than drink the rest of her drink at the bar. She looked around, but, saw no one. Fortunately her clothes wee folded neatly on a chair and she saw that she was dressed in a silky black robe. She hurriedly got dressed, and looked out the door.

 Not knowing where she was, she called a taxi to take her to her fraternity house. The clock said*:15 am, so she hurried dressed and made it to her 9:30 class, hoping to recognize the :Jeanie” from the night before. She didn’t have to wait long. A girl dressed in solid black, with earring shaped like spiderwebs came up to her and said, “Hi, I’m Jasmine, the girl from the bar last night.”

 For a moment, Robyn just stared, not knowing what to say or do. Suddenly, Jasmine smiled and took her hand. “Oh, I know why I couldn’t find you now,” she laughed.

 Still confused, Robyn whispered, “What?”

 “You met Joseph, didn’t you?” Jasmine said, head turned to one side, earring swaying.

“How did you know? Robyn said, shaking now, wondering if Jasmine had been in on it.

“Most every girl in the the frat house has ‘met’ him at one time or another.” Jasmine sighed. “Don’t worry, she said, patting Robyn’s shoulder, you’ll be alright”

 “Alright?” Robyn hissed.” I woke up in a hotel room with a black robe on, my clothes on a chair, not knowing how I got there or what had happened.”

 “Joseph is not his real name, no one knows what it is. He waits for a girl to go to the restroom or talk to a friend and exchanges her drink for one called a “Zombie” with a little bit of added ingredients.” Jasmine said.

 “And then what, waits till you can;t remember anything, takes you to a motel and rapes you?”Robin said, horrified.

 “NO, he doesn’t rape you, Robyn.” Jasmine, smiled, “ He just makes you a member of -um-group.”

 “Group, what group,” Robyn said, a tea flowing down her cheek.

 Slowly, Jasmine, flipped Robins long curly hair across her shoulder, and took a mirror from her pocket. On her neck, Robyn gasped, as she saw two marks.

 “Joseph is a Zombie, well, an a bit of a Vampire, you might say.” Jasmine told her as she put away the mirror. You can’t tell anyone what happened, that’s his only rule. If you don’t tell, you will never see him again. But if you do, you will never be rid of him,”

 “How do you know,” Robyn asked Jasmine.

 She smiled again as she turned away “I told.” she said simply and walked out the door.

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