A voice echoes in the distance, a song upon the wind, calling her back to her own time, her own place, and though she desires to heed its call, she finds her feet unable to turn back the way they came, the road to the land of Maybe forever barred.
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A geek to the core, I reside in the midst of an Iowa cornfield with my husband and four children. When I'm not chasing the kids every which way but loose, you can find me penning fantastical tales of great heroism and twue wuv...and possibly procrastinating online.
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Excellent. There may be a bit of a cheat in this particular exercise. In The Portrait of Dorian Grey (a terrific book) Wilde makes one sentence last over two pages. All rules of grammar says this shouldn’t work but it did. Think of the fun you could have.
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I’ve read that, but it’s been quite a while. I’ll have to have a look again. 🙂
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Lovely, wistful small story.
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Thanks, Jane! Of the few I’ve written, this one is my favorite so far. 🙂
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