Stories > Black Unicorn Chronicles
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Black Unicorn
1/1/1994 |
Midnight, and I am alone on the terrace, watching and waiting. For what, I do not exactly know, but it comes. There is no movement in the house behind me, or in the village beyond that, none in the woods that I watch. Even the light summer breeze has stilled as if the world were holding her breath in anticipation of what is to come.
I have been here before, on other nights, when all was still, and I could feel it then, but not as close, not this near. My heart beat is strange and loud, ...
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The Healing Place
1/1/1994 |
In the newborn silence of an early dawn, still in the innocence of my arrested childhood, I beheld a sight of such artistry, such intensity, such absolute beauty, even these words do no justice to it. Tears came to my eyes and my heart was near to bursting as I sank to my knees in awe.
A pool, a simple, crystal, forest pool, circled around with lush, green, growing things, lined with sand so purely white it might once have been snow, trees, majestic, towering trees, bending closer to gaze ...
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The Guardian
1/1/1994 |
I used to, as a child, have fantastical dreams about fairy princesses and knights in shining armor, and such, but then, what little girl doesn’t? Yet, as I grew up and the number of those dreams decreased, the intensity of them grew. I had two dreams that stayed with me, recurring over and over, even into my teenage years, one frightening, the other pleasant.
In the first I was running through some forest, gasping for breath, a heavy sword in one hand, dressed in a gown that caught in ...
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