Challenge 11 -- Wood Between the Worlds fill -- Drabble chain #5

Jan. 20th, 2013 09:51 pm
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Air rushes into her lungs, and with it light, vibrancy, energy.

A new world.  A slow smile curves her lips, in wondering delight at its strange beauty.

She sees, too, the creatures - mild eyes and curious forms, long, stalking legs, soft, wide paws, sinuous weavings and leapings.  They crowd closer to her, asking... she does not know what they ask, but she cannot doubt their trust and yearning.  They wait, expectant.

Her lips part, in exhilaration and joy - laughing, speaking the first words of that new world.  “So, cousins....  we'll dare it together: the adventure that shall fall to us!"

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Challenge 11 Wood Between Worlds Fill - Drabble Chain #4

Jan. 18th, 2013 01:58 am
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As the pool is born, the woman scrambles from the edge and stands up. The ring drops from her finger, but she does not see where it falls in the cloud of green dust that rises under her feet. The wood’s mellow green light surrounds her, urging her to sleep once more, to rest and forget. But she has slept long enough. She tastes the dust on her lips, the memory of forgotten things that burn in her blood and hum in her ears. Awake at last, she closes her eyes and steps into the water. The wood falls away.
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Challenge 11 Wood Between Worlds Fill - Drabble Chain #3

Jan. 16th, 2013 01:16 pm
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In a forest as old as infinity and as vast as eternity, where no one ever walked, a tree fell.

Where its roots had once gripped the soil, the ground was now marked by a perfectly circular hole, as though some fantastic giant had scooped out the earth with a spoon. From the deepest part of this hole, where once the taproot had run, a clear rush of water boiled up, untainted by sand or mud. It rose swiftly, blooming until it filled the hole. Just as swiftly, it settled into utter stillness.

A new world had just been born.
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Challenge 11 Wood Between Worlds Fill - Drabble Chain

Jan. 12th, 2013 01:14 am
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Susan Pevensie is 46 years old, the matron of a prestigious boarding school, and has just found her seventh white hair when her hand alights on the applewood box on her vanity table. It is cold, and dusty, but warms and hums beneath even the gentlest touch of her fingers, and lost in a memory as pale as dreaming she opens the box, slips a ring upon her finger, and rises through a wave of sweet water and light. The wood is ancient and new at once, a country all her own. She sighs, settles against quiet bark, and sleeps.
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