Cherrie
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The Field's EdgeA Chapter by CherrieWith each new day the landscape gleamed greener, as new life spread across the landscape. Garlands of moonbeams and Spring’s gentle breath dance.. |
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Willow in the MeadowA Chapter by CherrieDeep lattice of roots surged beneath me. The early morning sun gave vitality to my whole being. A euphoric feeling encamped around about me, and I rev.. |
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Dog in the MeadowA Chapter by CherrieThe boy’s pants were too frozen to climb back into the house through his window. So, the forest watched James’s creak through the backdoor.. |
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The ParchmentA Chapter by CherrieJames turned to the parchment. The small amount of air it stirred up caused the paper to spring up coiling in a tight roll. He firmly fitted the let.. |
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The Storage of SeasonsA Chapter by CherrieThe boy moved toward the attic stairs. To a room he had never been in. The same space had been locked from the day they moved in. James climbed the .. |
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The Key in the MeadowA Chapter by CherrieHis hand hovered a millimeter from the glowing key. At this angle, the mural took on a four-dimensional effect, that tugged at his balance. The bound.. |
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The DarkenA Chapter by CherrieJames searched the sky for the source of light but could see neither sun nor moon. The boy reasoned; what do you expect from a painting? He watched a .. |
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Run James RunA Chapter by CherrieJames rose to his feet. He searched for any sign of the shadow. The little breeze whispered, “be careful,” with Willow echoing the words. .. |
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Willow in the AtticA Chapter by CherrieThe heavy aroma of cedar filled the space, coupled with the faint smell of painting supplies that was not there before. The overlapping darkness rushe.. |
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Shadow Takes ShapeA Chapter by Cherrie“How long were you a tree?” the boy asked, as Willow inserted the skeleton key. “Since your Momma was a baby.” “Wo.. |
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