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Jingles is Bustin' Out
Jingles sat in his cage, looking out between the bars with beady eyes at the people walking by. Sometimes they would go right past, other times they would stop to gawk at him in his little metal prison. Occasionally a small girl or boy would smile at him and throw food into the cage, where Jingles would merely look at it with disgust until the child went away disappointed.
By Alison Rohde3 years ago in Fiction
The Star-born Moths
Long before the making of our world there was a star, one of the first daughters of Creation. She was far from her brothers and sisters in the sky, and quite alone. She desired to know what lay beyond her sight, out in the great blackness. And so she took from her heart a shining white ore, and breaking it down into a glowing powder she formed it into clay. From this clay she made small beings, giving them luminous white wings, and large eyes and antennae to see in the dark between stars. Out into the velvet of infinity they flew, carrying knowledge of the universe back to her across the sky.
By Alison Rohde3 years ago in Fiction
