The nights warm welcome
by Krisby

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In the vastness that is time, on an expanse of sea, two creaking old hulks appeared on the still waters. In ages past, they had been full of life and activity, but those days were gone. Now, they simply floated there, a skeletal memory of the past that would never again be.

In the background, roaring past, was the evidence of the now, and the people on board that vessel gasped as they gazed towards the bare and decrepit hulls. They gasped in fear and awe, for as they looked, the boats seemed to waver on the breeze, and become ghostly and ethereal. Then, like a puff of mist, they were gone, the memory of their past gone with them.

The sea returned to the time that is now, and once again forgot the time before, perhaps to return to it in the time to come.

The Thinker
by SuttonN

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He gazed across the table at her, as she sat there sipping her wine. He didn't know how it had come this far, but it had, and he was more than a little scared. He'd always been the player, the womanizer, the playful gigolo, but something had happened this time. Something different. Something scary but wonderful.

He gazed across the table at her and wondered how he could possibly have fallen so deeply in love this time. No more were thoughts of the one-night stand in his mind. No more was the looking forward to the next one. Not this time. This time he looked at her and he saw her there in the morning, every morning. He looked at her and he saw her by his side when he was old. He looked at her at knew, for the first time in his life, that this was the one.

He gazed across the table at her and saw her smiling at him, and he shyly smiled back, and reached out for her hand, at the beginning of something wonderful.

It's all green
by Ennil

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It was her place away from life. Where she could come and let out all her frustrations, think about all her worries, reflect on all her decisions.

It was a place away from her stresses, where she could scream or laugh or cry or dance among the grasses. Where she could just stare into the clouds and create alternate universes in which to escape among the imaginary figures they shaped.

It was her place, and none could take it from her.

Combat Water Survival: Lesson 1
by molinski4611

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So they gathered, the men that had fought for their country so many times. The men that gave of themselves, that sacrificed so much. They gathered, and they paid tribute, and then their heart-rending rendition of "Over the Rainbow" went off without a hitch, and hearts the world over were warmed.

Fresh Tracks
by TraumaHound

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They had spent hours so far, doing their best. Up and down the mountain, drawing the lines, spelling out their message.

Only time would tell if they had been successful, and as they put the final touches on the secret language that only they could know, they glanced to the sky and waited.

With a flash, the ship that hung there responded, and it was good.

They had saved their world from a disaster that none but themselves, would ever know.

Searching for Wood Faeries
by ivale28

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In the taverns they whispered their tales. By their fireplaces were the stories told. In hushed whispers, or nervous twitterings, were the sightings passed on from person to person among the villagers. The sightings of the little one that flitted in the wood, that walked amongst the trees, in colors like the rainbow. As she went, a light and haunting laughter followed, and her umbrella twirled in a hypnotic swirl. All that saw her were entranced, but she heeded no call. She only walked amongst the trees, always just out of reach, and even in the darkness would she shine, like a ray of sun in the deepest pits.

She was known as the Child of Prism, and was whispered about, and they wondered if she was ghost or spirit or something else entire, but she was uncatchable, and went down into history as a tale and a memory.

And ever her rainbow umbrella twirled and caught the light and brought wonder and amazement to all that happened across her.

Old faithful
by keone

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Ol' Frederick stood in the field that he had once tended with such care, in his younger days. He stood there, and surveyed his surroundings, with a tear in his carburetor and a bend in his axle, and knew that his days were done. They'd foreclosed on his farm. He had done everything he could to save it, but it was just a sign of the times. For 40 years he had worked this place. For 40 years he had provided for his family, the village, and had had enough to sell at the fair every year. Those times, however, were gone. Now it was all technology and corporations and time moving on.

He stood there and sighed, and a bit of smoke escaped his pipe, and he turned to go. To go and stay in the yard where all the old and disused tractors go. To live out the end of his life amongst his own, his dignity forgotten, his respect lost.

Such is the way that time moves on, sometimes.

Charles
by magenmarie

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He chose his moments carefully, in that way that only one of his kind could, and sat there in silhouette, knowing that his regal countenance would stand above all else. Knowing that his regality was unquestioned. Knowing that his rule was unmatched.

In the glow, he sat, and held his head up high, and looked forward to the dinner of salmon that would be his right. King of the household, prince of the feline realm, Master of his domain.

Tryphinia
by BigK

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As she stood there contemplating whether to join them or not, her hand came up to touch her chin, in an almost unconscious gesture. She saw them there, playing, laughing, having such fun, but still she hesitated. She had never been one to just join. Always she had hesitated. Always she felt a pang in the depths of her stomach, a reluctance, an anxiety. What would they think of her? What if she did something wrong? What if they laughed at her?

So the children played, and so she continued to stand on the sidelines, but one of them turned to her then, and smiled, and she smiled back, and he waved at her to join them, and shyly, slowly, she did.

the crossover
by Coleyski

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He ran for it, as fast as his feet would carry him, his hair flying astray, his bag threatening to tumble from his shoulder. He clung to it desperately and raced for the train, its speed threatening to become faster than he, and they were right on his heels.

With tears of frustration, and his breath coming in short tortured gasps, he finally caught up to the back of the final car. It was now pulling away, faster and faster, and he was in danger of flagging, missing the ladder, missing his chance at freedom.

A shout from behind him, closer than it should have been, and he dug deep and found one final burst of strength and energy. His speed increased, the ladder came within reach, he leaped for it.

The train powered away, reaching full speed now, and thundered down the tracks towards whatever destination it was bound to. The pursuers slowed down to a stop, and stood there out of breath, cursing, and watched as their quarry waved to them from the back of the car, clinging to the ladder.

They had lost him this time, but they wouldn't give up. They would never give up.