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Ann P Johnson

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Daphne and the Wood Faries

Daphne and the Wood Fairies By E. A. Pulliam “Look, Daphne, the first of the snow crocus’ we planted last fall.” I pointed to the pale blue petals in the slowly greening lawn. “Do you remember when we planted them?”            Daphne sniffed the flower and the bright orange pollen stuck to her nose. She sneezed. “Are these where you buried those big seeds? How did they turn into flowers?”            “That’s...

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Daphne and the Wood Faries

Daphne and the Wood Fairies By E. A. Pulliam “Look, Daphne, the first of the snow crocus’ we planted last fall.” I pointed to the pale blue petals in the slowly greening lawn. “Do you remember when we planted them?”            Daphne sniffed the flower and the bright orange pollen stuck to her nose. She sneezed. “Are these where you buried those big seeds? How did they turn into flowers?”            “That’s...

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Daphne and the Wood Faries

Submitted to Contest #86

Daphne and the Wood Fairies By E. A. Pulliam “Look, Daphne, the first of the snow crocus’ we planted last fall.” I pointed to the pale blue petals in the slowly greening lawn. “Do you remember when we planted them?”            Daphne sniffed the flower and the bright orange pollen stuck to her nose. She sneezed. “Are these where you buried those big seeds? How did they turn into flowers?”            “That’s...

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Luke Warm Grape Soda

Submitted to Contest #61

Lukewarm Grape Soda By E. A. Pulliam When I was in late elementary school we lived on Okinawa. It was a simpler time, and we were allowed to roam pretty freely on Kadena Air Base and in the adjacent towns. My father was frequently away from home for work and, if it was summertime, we’d pack up our old Studebaker wagon and head for Okuma.  Okuma was a retreat area for officer’s families. It was pretty far north on the island.  The southern end of the island where we lived and where the bases were was developed.&nb...

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Marcus Quercus

Submitted to Contest #7

         My name is Marcus, and I’m mad. I’m sitting in the Principal’s office, and it’s my Mom’s fault. George and Arnie are bullies. They didn’t get in trouble for pulling my shirt out of my pants on the bus and calling me “stinky pinky.” They always do that when I wear this shirt. I hate this shirt. Mom says it’s peach. It’s not. It’s pink. I’m tired of George making fun of me. So today I had some acorns from my tree in my pocket, and when we were ge...

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