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From the series 'Fencing in Beauty' by Sonoma Sandalwood

Vespa Ride - part 5 – Lillian Morpork

Benny pulled up in front of 53 Barker Ave., the home of Constable Ralph Gifford. They stood for a moment looking up at the house, dark and silent in sleep. Then Lexi shrugged a bit and moved forward.

"The Road to Heaven - Part 3" by Llola Lane

"The Road to Heaven - Part 3" by Llola Lane (inspired by our local metropark event... ROAD TO FREEDOM (http://www.metroparks.cc/index.php)

The man starts to yell at us. He says he is a bounty hunter and he thinks we is runaway slaves. He says he will turns us in for the bounty. We is all scared and afraid. He grabs my arm and tells me I will fetch a good sum. My mans tries to help but the bounty hunter hits him and he falls to the ground. I crys for my man. We is not sure what to expect next. None of us can fight a gun.

Vespa Ride - Part 4- by lillian Morpork

As he rode Lexi’s thoughts were on what Airmid had said about his problems. He had already come to terms with his name, realising that it had been a silly thing to be upset about all those years. But the arson and the murder, he still couldn’t see how they connected, yet he felt sure she was right. As he rode into the city, he glanced at his watch. Seven twenty; ok, the dayshift would still be on, he’d go to headquarters and talk to Benny, who was leader on the arson case. Maybe if they went through everything together, they’d find the clue.

"The Road to Heaven - Part 2" by Llola Lane

"The Road to Heaven - Part 2" by Llola Lane (inspired by our local metropark event... ROAD TO FREEDOM (http://www.metroparks.cc/index.php)

Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children,
Wade in the water
God's a-going to trouble the water.

Vespa Ride - Part 3 - by lillian Morpork

With a shriek of anger that sounded almost like desperation, Morigan grew bigger and stronger. She got her hands around his throat and dug her fingers in. He was soon struggling to breathe, grabbing at her fingers, trying to loosen them. Things started to go dark, when again there was a rush of warmth and he could breathe. He let his body go limp, as if he were dying, and sagged toward the ground. Morigan laughed triumphantly, and then, arm drawn back to the limit, fist clenched, he swung the arm up and hit her jaw. Her hands relaxed and she slumped to the ground, unconscious.

"The Road to Heaven - Part 1" by Llola Lane

"The Road to Heaven - Part 1" by Llola Lane (inspired by our local metropark event... ROAD TO FREEDOM (http://www.metroparks.cc/index.php)

I tells ya right off... I is a Slave... but some day I be free!!!

Fenced – continued… Hopefia Fayray

…It was then that Naya strolled past, her arms full of books, scrunching up her mouth and scratching her neck as she saw him slumped by the fence, holding his head and groaning.

Fenced - by Hopefia Fayray

Feeling his cheek scrunched up against the juniors’ boundary fence, the weight of Jake’s considerable size bearing down on him, was not a new experience for Archie. In fact, happening in increasingly regularity (always out of sight of the Midday Supervisors) Jake’s demands had upped the stake; he was now asking for Archie’s lunch money as well as break snacks. Faking a stomach ache or fever held little weight with his grandma Lilly, who, having already raised three boys of her own, could spot an attack of ‘school phobia’ from 20 paces! Nope, here he was again.

EV2 - part 2 - by Sven Pertelson

As he got back to his 4x4 John pulled out his smartphone, no signal. That was to be expected he was a long way from the nearest settlement. Back in 1989 cell phones were still confined to city areas and mostly were attached to cars as the batteries were too big to fit in a pocket. When he had first come up to Alaska the main means of mobile communication had been CB radios. There had been a few briefcase sized satellite phones, mainly used by big business. Well things had moved on, out of his other coat pocket he pulled his latest 'toy', as Martha called it, a Spot Global Phone.

"Trees" by Llola Lane

"Trees" by Llola Lane

Trees trees everywhere I see trees
There are short trees and tall trees
Fat trees and small trees
Young trees and old trees
Green trees and gold trees

Vespa ride - Part 2 - Lillian Morpork

Vespa ride - Part 2 - Lillian Morpork

As he plodded slowly along, Lexi became angry, and grumbled and mumbled to himself. ‘Who do they think they are, trying to take me over, body and soul? No one has the right to do that. Are they aliens, gathering a mass of slaves, one by one, to take over Earth? They can’t do that to me!’ As he walked, his mumbling became louder until he suddenly stopped, straightened, tilted his head back and shouted “No! You cannot! I am a free man; no one is allowed to take possession of my mind! I will fight you to my last breath! “

"Children of the Sea" by Marita Decosta

"Children of the Sea" by Marita Decosta

Little Billy was born on an island, a small island. So he was surrounded by the sea, but not just any sea. Little Billy learned that most of the world was water, some places called seas, some oceans, some lakes and ponds, and puddles, and there where rivers and streams. As he grew older he realized that he did indeed live surrounded by a very special sea called the Caribbean.

Vespa ride - Part 1 - Lillian morpork

Alexander (AKA Lexi) James David George Fraser turned off the country road into the old, overgrown logging road. He was unhappy about a lot of things. For one thing, his name; his parents were big on English and Scottish men who explored Canada in the 1700s and gave him the names of the four they liked best. Then there was his fiancé, who had decided that their honeymoon absolutely had to be a trip covering all of Canada, and that in a three week period. Impossible! But he couldn’t get her to see it. And just yesterday afternoon, his boss had given him an extra assignment on top of the one that was already taking up nine hours a day six days a week. He was exhausted, fed up, and ready to get good and lost for a year or two.

EV2 - part 1 - by Sven Pertelson

The brown and white emulsion of oil and sea water swirled round the rock pool. Out to sea the slick stretched for as far as he could see. The very sight of it made him feel sick. He had stood on this same spot exactly 25 years earlier and wept as the oil from the Exxon Valdez had come ashore to ruin this pristine shore. Now it was happening again.

"A Beauty to Behold" by Llola Lane

"A Beauty to Behold" by Llola Lane

A beauty to behold
a wonderous sight to be seen
wether far away or up close
or dirt or clean.