“Is the result of your reproduction dance present in this habitat?”
Missus Pan looked at the stranger at her front door. He was in a suit, pale, and bald, with dark, dark eyes.
Prompt: These mysterious, ancient manuscripts have been discovered. What story do they tell?
Jake Wreckred’s camel wandered through the desert dunes as he rode on it, constantly looking up and down from his map.
They stopped. They had made it.
But there was nothing there.
I stared at the print with sheer determination. The museum had acquired a collection that included several depictions of an ancient temple. A temple my father had spent years excavating when I was a child. A temple I’d sworn to finish excavating after my father’s death.
The days were getting longer, the sun setting a bit later each day over the shores in Santa Barbara. Not that Canaan cared. Her shift usually ended around 5:00, roughly an hour and a half before the skies faded from cyan to peach-pink. Plenty of time for her to walk the…
In a red swimsuit, she waded through the clear blue. With her arms, she cut through the winds as they softly caressed her skin. The woman swam through the air.
She was a child of The King of the Seas and The Queen of the Storms, so whispers one of the legends.
Lindsey Cooper sat in the backseat of her father’s car, watching the sights go by in their wake. For their annual summer vacation, Mr. Cooper decided to take the whole family to his childhood home.
Six year old Newton Dewberry stood rooted to the ground with bathing trunks that covered him past his knees. They’d been new when his oldest brother was 10.
He gazed up with his jaw just about at the hem of his trunks. He’d heard about Bathing Beauty Betty. He’d…