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Saturday's Storyteller: "At the park by the beach, golden hour wasn't just a tint; it was laid on in sheets."

by Belinda Roddie At the park by the beach, golden hour wasn't just a tint; it was laid on in sheets. We drank whiskey in that celestial glow, the blankets of solar equilibrium covering our shoulders, yet they never carried too much weight. I felt as if I could breathe fire in the aura of dusk: Torrents of dragon's breath, a moment in which I wasn't just human anymore; I was a creature that only the best authors could portray in an accurate and effective way. I felt as if I had ascended to something beyond my human shell, but in the end, it was all superficial drivel. Beach towels in rainbow neon flare on the sand. Castles built only to be destroyed by salt and foam. The park wasn't any better - artificial grass was green enough to make me head hurt. The slides that the children glided out were filled with static electricity, jolting every bystander with a current that never seemed to bring any enlightenment. When I managed to walk back to my car without hur

Today's OneWord: Attack

"I was there," said the bard. "I was there when the attack took place. They used spears, and shields made from heavy wood. I saw one javelin pierce the heart of my father. I wish I could say he died instantly. He did not." The trembling in her voice gave away her emotion. The innkeeper sat her down and served her a glass of the strongest grog. I felt my body rock against the cushion of my stool, and my fingers drummed against the grooved hilt of my sword.