Weapons of the Wordsmith

By E. Bush I struggled to catch my breath. The cold winds were coming fast and furious. I was quickly losing this battle as I raced home. The forest I was in stretched on for about another mile. If I made it home, I would be lucky to live in this unexpected snowstorm. A large branch covered in patches of ice and frost was crackling overhead, threatening to break loose and fall to the ground or on me. As it fell, I briefly remembered that I had a goal: to get home. I realized this large branch could keep me from reaching my goal. I realized this a second too late and I hesitated. In doing so, I gave the branch just enough time to fall– right onto me. I frantically tried to push the branch off, but it refused to budge. I groaned. The cold was quickly getting to me. Lying in the snow, with frozen branches on top, was not the warmest place to be in a magical storm. As I stopped, exhausted, I peered into the swirling whiteness of the snowstorm. The white wolves, barely discernable from the ...

The Bluebird's Song- Day 2: Footprints in the Snow

Footprints in the Snow- There were footprints in the snow, leading to my car but not away from it. My car was still locked and upon closer examination, nothing was taken. Everything was in place except a Candy Land card with one red square. It was lying in the passenger seat. Angelina noticed it immediately. “What’s that?” she asked. I shrugged, but goosebumps were forming on my arms. “I have no idea where it came from,” I replied. I put it out of my mind as we drove to the restaurant Angelina wanted to try. Le Cafe Rose was a small cafe on the corner of a busy street. Angelina and I walked in and were immediately charmed. It smelled like coffee and plenty of desserts and hot meals were in a display case near the entrance. We found a table, sat down, and looked through the menu. “Croque monsieur, baguette du pain, soupe a la tomate, chocolat chaud, cafe, du jus d’orange, crepes, creme glacee…” I said in a french accent. “These all sound delicious.” my stomach ru...

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