Spinach and CornThe twenty-fourth had been preparing for an attack; the E-Mag guns on the big gun ships were charged. All we had to do was wait for our orders, but I didn’t want to wait for them on the ship. I took one of the escape vessels to the far side of Moon One and spent some time in one of the Women’s Houses there. I remember when I heard the blast; I’d just told a pretty little thing by the name of Gloria that I needed to head back to my post. I was the only survivor, and why? Because I abused my rank and jumped ship to get some play before battle. I was one of thSpinach and Corn
CecilyCecily was perfect. She had flawless alabaster skin, eyes as blue as a clear summer sky, hair like woven gold; you name the cliché of beauty, she had it. All the boys wanted to be her date for every social function or excuse that presented itself. So why she hung around Norma Roberts was a mystery to the whole school.Cecily
Norma was a bookworm. In the way that Cecily was perfect, Norma had smarts. There was nothing the girl couldn’t figure. Where Cecily had her boys, Norma had her teachers. They talked with her after class, advised her on what col
Autumn RideI’d been riding for an hour at least; weaving in and out of the woods that bordered Mrs. Haven’s back field. I’d been cleaning out the stalls of her two horses, Topper and Colonel, in exchange for riding privileges.Autumn Ride
Sunlight in shades of green and gold fell in marbled patterns on the dirt path before me, growing brighter as I rode Colonel out into the pasture. His gait was even and slow, a lazy walk, and I swayed slightly in the saddle; a sleek English number with no horn or trimmings. I pushed my heels down toward the earth, stretching my calves, and rolled my shoulders ba
StarlightThe stars above were bright and clear, like bubbles drifting upward from the bottom of a dark ocean. She lay on the dew-laden grass, her back warm against the earth, arms at her sides, staring upward. She became faintly aware of a motor drawing nearer on the main road. It became louder, and the telltale, light, ululating whistle of the bike’s engine became distinct as it idled and became silent.Starlight
She smiled to herself. He’d come after all.
Footsteps on the grass; the sweep of feet across their tops. A moment of quiet as a figure, discernable only becau
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