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StoriesBefore this very moment I hadnt smiled in over four years. I dont even know why I bent down to scoop it up; after all it was sitting in a puddle in the dirty city street on a dreary day. It wasnt what I had expected at all a name and a phone number, the discarded lines of a poem, the silly little notes school children pass around. It wasnt any of them.Stories
What do you see? Draw a picture. Write a story. Attach it to the noticeboard under the awning to your right.
Id read it, and looked over to the right. There in the cramped semi-darkness I could make out a noticeboard, covered


Path of the PastLooking up, I could see the pale moonlight playing on the swaying leaves. They cast a shadow like a dying fire on the glowing dirt road in front of me. Everything else was a dark silhouette, with only the road to guide me.Path of the Past
I recognised that tree; it was the one I'd fallen out of when I was nine or ten, and I'd broken my arm. I remember my father running down this road, his wide-brim hat flying off behind him, as he rushed to help.
I almost forgot. I can't wander through this country so carelessly now; I can't climb the macadamia tree to get the nuts, for fear of being seen, for fear of dying.
I almost fo
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