by Sara C. Snider | Apr 25, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
The sharp air stung my nose and throat as I breathed. The air tasted tangy, like salt and lemon on silver. I made my way through the marsh, the damp ground soft beneath my boots. With each step in the squelching mire, the sweet-sharp tang of vinegar thickened. Pale...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 24, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
“But I am afraid,” the little girl said. “Why?” said the tree. “Because the world is so very big, and I so very small.” “We are all small when compared with the world, and one’s size does not matter when compared to the strength of one’s heart.” “But the sun is so...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 23, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
The smell of baked biscuits hung in the air, scented with the tang of sharp berries. Mouse scampered around in the garden circling his great oak tree, picking a bouquet of herbs and flowers. Owl sat up in the branches as he watched the activity below. “You needn’t...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 22, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
Dim light filtered through the smoke that hung among the trees in the woods, piercing the smoggy veil in a fit of feeble rays. The air felt thick and close, dampening all sound and clinging to Camlen’s skin like a cool and sticky breath. He walked through the woods,...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 21, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
Rowan flattened her wings as she perched upon a round walnut as it barreled down the river. She squinted her eyes against the spray of the water, gripping the slickened shell to keep herself from flying off. She glanced to the side, looking for Rhys, but he was...
by Sara C. Snider | Apr 20, 2015 | A to Z Challenge, Short Stories
You know, I don’t really ever write poetry, so I’m not sure why I did so here, other than the fact the idea of it wouldn’t get out of my head. It’s always fun to experiment, at any rate. Quiet on a hill, And quiet as can be, A...
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