(by Randy P. Martin)
She was at the top of the world. Yet at the same time, she felt lost.
The stairwell. The Real Drawn Stairwell surrounded by red velvet and old elegance.
She felt like she was placed in a drawing by an unknown artist; The painting in which she was standing seemed to be old, forgotten and at the mercy of the destructive devices of nature. Had it not been for that dusty velvet curtain, this painting could very well have been washed away by rain or eaten by rats. She shuddered at the thought of being forever stuck in this room - a room once witness to the curtsies of maidens and gentlemanly bows of men in cloak work - trying to find an exit that didn’t exist.
The water phoenix.
It can only exist in the oceans, where the waves clash against huge boulders and tall cliffs. Where life underwater gives birth to life above it.
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Six scrawny, golden fingers clasped themselves tightly around the precious opal. A slip from any would mean the loss of the stone forever.
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Rodney Smith
“What are you doing up there?”
“I’m waiting.”
“What for?”
The girl stared blankly back at her. “I’m just waiting.”
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Four precious blue cyanite stones. Fit for the kings of the Great Four Kingdoms.
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Here are three bangles. Three very special bangles because each one contains a very special tooth, a one-of-its-kind.
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The light, minty blue ocean raged on against the overcast skies, fighting a fierce war.
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