Journey to the Past – Chapter 8: Saying Farewell
The morning dawned clear and sunny with lively birds chirping outside her window as Susan rolled out of bed. How ironic that they were preparing a nest for the arrival of a new brood while…
The morning dawned clear and sunny with lively birds chirping outside her window as Susan rolled out of bed. How ironic that they were preparing a nest for the arrival of a new brood while…
It was indeed indescribable to ride through the pass after so many centuries. Caspian rode at the head of the entourage but the Pevensies rode beside Corin, reminding each other in rambling stories about the…
Caspian dispatched Twinklefinn to the ship as Peter hailed a passing Hawk to fly on to Anvard with news of Corin and asked a sparrow to make for Cair Paravel. Then they dove back into…
As Caspian led them through and around the maze of dilapidated or blocked passageways tears began to leak from Lucy’s eyes. “It’s just,” she bit her lip as her siblings gathered around her, “well, I…
Leaving their small entourage at the surface, the five kings and queens descended into the trench. The water was freezing, black, and lifeless for several minutes until, like a phantom appearing in the dark, their…
As the mermen guided the Dawn Treader through the last few miles of shallower water, the sea began to teem with other Merfolk, Naiads, and Sea Beasts coming to the surface to see the new…
“This ship is wonderful!” Lucy bounded barefoot onto the main deck of Caspian’s new flagship in a short turquoise bathing dress as the vessel headed for open water, having changed out of the formal gown…
“No!” Lucy protested, her face ashen as she crossed her arms over her chest. Huddling with her brothers and sister in a small drawing room inside Miraz’s old castle after the weeklong celebration of Caspian’s…
Two Worlds Yet friend-bound Two minds Yet heart-bound By accident, almost Conversing, sometimes brokenly Translating, sometimes poorly Yet we understood enough To laugh To long To care And sometimes I don’t know What clay has…
One of those Ancient Greek philosophers - Aristotle, maybe - said that there were three types of friendship. Whatever he called them, I’m going to call them the Fun Friend, the Useful Friend and the…
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