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Brenda Gartin's Writings

Short Story
Jun.10.2010
none, this is not what I generally write
                Small muddy feet slid sideways and the child disappeared, swallowed by tall ferns.               “Not again,” Austin groaned. “Sydney, get out of there!” He rolled his eyes and smiled at Sydney’s little friend. Her bright blue eyes transformed to the color of a stormy ocean. His gaze drifted back to the dense ferns, “Sydney?” His...