The shadows danced around the forest clearing; the moon was full, and the trees rippled gently back and forth in the wind. The Fox stepped out from the underbrush as the Bear, knelt over the runestone, looked over; the ritual had begun.
~ Craig Dean Anderson III
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Two Sentence Stories: Imaginings
Short Story"For sale: baby shoes, never worn." ~ Ernest Hemingway This is a collection of two sentence stories. It is something that has always intrigued me, ever since reading the above story of Ernest Hemingway's (although there is controversy as to whether...
