B.A.Bunner
THE MASCOT IS STOLEN!
“What did you say?” He whispered coarsely.
I was shocked at his voice, it had the same tone my mother used when I was little and said that grandma was fat. I half expected Eric to pull out a wooden spoon from his desk drawer and smack my knuckles.
“Someone stole the school mascot.” I said, cowering behind my words.
“Who?!”
“Well, I don’t know!” I responded emphatically, “All I know is that our gnat is gone!”
“Scabbie?! Gone?” I may be exaggerating when I say that there were tears in his eyes, but it is the honest truth that his voice began to quake as he said those words.
THE POWER OF IMAGINATION
“So that’s it? You’ve come to save me but a pile of gold is more important? I suppose then that I am to be eaten by your stupid dragon?”
James slowly turned his head toward the sound. There was Lisa: hanging from the dragon’s mouth, arms still crossed.
“Well.” James stood up from his treasure clutching position. “You are just a figment of my imagination. Right?” Lisa said nothing. She didn’t have to. James knew that he couldn’t leave her to be eaten, even if it was just his imagination.
AN OLD FRIEND RETURNS
Sweetest Jasmine,
I must thank you for all those wonderful years of believing in me and keeping me company. I knew you would return again someday. But I must leave now. Keep what is hanging on my lowest branch as a reminder of our bond. Good-bye Jasmine, and thank you for finding your way back.
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Love, Quercus.