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Ethan - Prologue (draft three)Ethan was running. To be specific, he was running just about as fast as he could down the street five blocks past that shady old movie store, and there was a lanky young cop who looked like he had just been mud-wrestling behind him. But not right behind him. The cop had finally doubled over, hands on his knees, and was panting as he tried to catch his breath. He sounded like he was going to cough up a lung at this rate.
Ethan couldn't help but laugh as he turned a corner and disappeared out of the cop's eyeshot. He weaved in and out of manicured suburban streets or at least, as manicured as you ever saw in this tiny town. It was funny, he thought, that the cop hadn't thought to just chase him in the car. He could have caught him easily that way.
Ethan slowed to a light jog now that he far enough ahead of Officer Mud-Wrestling, and a grin broke out across his face. He'd found just the entertainment he'd been looking for today, and it wasn't even three yet.
White WillowThe whitened bark of the willow tree,
Resting on branches like newly fallen snow,
The wind whistles through the boughs,
Adorned in flower wreaths and green,
All the while, sheltering the young girl below,
Her back against the tree, words on her fingertips.
SustenanceI need not sustenance
For I am an author
I feast on the words
And they feed on my hunger
They crave my emotions
They long for a taste
They reach for my soul
That they might know their face
It sates not their stomach
Nor calms their greed
'Til I have gone mad
And new life has been made
I cook up these tall tales
You may not believe
But they know they are real
Not just written by me
They speak to me often
Though you think I am mad
You too could hear them
If you'd listen when you read
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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