Darius Graeff
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Belinda's Rules (The Power of Magic)
Moira Whitnettle was born into a pond full of lily pads with chirping crickets and frogs near a den of howling wolves. Her hair covered her scalp like fronds of black seaweed. By the time she could walk, she could speak to wolves better than with humans. When a tree ached, she could tell what it was saying, and when a snake slithered past, she could hear its thoughts, hunting for a fat toad.
By Darius Graeff5 years ago in Humans
Down on My Luck
I was jogging in the park, basking in the sun and endorphins of physical exertion when a hawk flew overhead, causing a blur of a bird to poop on my upturned head. My smile turned upside down as I gagged at the wet mass in danger of encroaching past my sweaty hair to my naked scalp. Scrunching my shoulders up and half-tiptoeing, half-running with my hand pressed to my hairline, I sought out the nearest food cart 50 yards away for a generous serving of glorious napkins.
By Darius Graeff5 years ago in Humans
