"The White Mountain - A Legend"
by John A. Broussard: The People of the Ocean came from the setting
sun and settled on a large island called Tamohana, where the reefs broke
the fury of the seas, and quiet lagoons teeming with fish surrounded its
shores. A white-capped mountain stood in the center of the island,
capturing the passing clouds and forcing them to shed their burden of rain
down upon the fertile land. Grateful to this guardian of their crops, the
people soon worshipped it as their god, whom they called Pali.
"The Farmer's Tools" by Troy
Morash: There once was a very generous farmer who worked really hard
six days a week. On the seventh day he rested under his palm tree and
drank fruit juice. He was a very wealthy person who kept himself clean and
didn't spend his money on foolish whims. He wanted only what he needed, he
did not need everything he wanted.
"A Gift of Bones and Motley Feathers"
by Niko Silvester: They stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down
on the beach far below, and the ocean. A cold wind blew sea mist into
their faces, and pushed against them, as though holding them away from the
edge. A pair of terns wheeled below them, pausing to hover for a few
wingbeats, then flying on.
"The Milk Woman's Daughter" by
Angeline Hawkes-Craig: Elizabeth was fifteen when her lifelong
nightmare first began. Her father had died, her child brother made king,
and the only person in the world that seemed interested in her well-being
was a step-mother who remarried three months after King Henry's death.
"A Summer Night's Rain" by David
Bowlin: The night was unusually dark and quiet. No owls hooted, no
distant wolves howled at the moon. A wicked wind moaned and shuffled crisp
leaves, scratching and scraping, across the dry grass. The breeze blowing
through Rachel's unlit window smelled of distant rain.
"Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by
Patrick Welch: "How much farther?" asked the Cowardly Lion. He was so
exhausted he had to hold up his tail with a forepaw lest it drag on the
ground.
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