Jeffrey Duvall
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A familiar tale. From youth, I have woven stories with the threads of imagination and transported them from the realm of thought to the physical page. My hope is that you are likewise transported from the page into the worlds I create.
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Purity
It was another lovely evening in the small town of Purity, Oregon. Although the air was crisp, the low westward sun painted the horizon with warm reds, oranges, and deep purples, and cast a golden glow on the twenty acres of farmland that made up Enid Cresswell 's property. The endlessness of space began to unfold. Stars hidden throughout the day appeared as distant points of light. Enid imagined one of them was her husband, gone these many years, and that perhaps she could reach out and touch him if she tried.
By Jeffrey Duvall3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Destiny
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Jordyn watched from above as three strangers, dressed in ornate flowing silk robes in a rainbow of colors, strode into the council chamber. He gripped the ceiling joist as he spied. The ancient oak felt familiar under his hands.
By Jeffrey Duvall4 years ago in Fiction
