Category: short stories
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Drifts
The horses had died hours before, their bodies mounded beneath the relentless onslaught of snow. The man’s grim face turned back to the small clearing where his family waited. He saw their forms huddled near a meager fire, the glow barely piercing the veil of the blizzard.
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Moonlight Picnic
In the shadow of a great snow-capped mountain, far far north where the Western Ranges sweep down and spill into Loc Island Sea, where the air feels rich and full of life and the world seems endless and natural, there lived a little black bear and her mother…