This is a story-poem brought on from my having spent too much time exploring the fantasy art in the elfwood galleries... the first thing I've actually finished in months. Amazing what a foggy day and too much inspiration can do...
This is a short story that goes along with the novel I'm writing (Which my mother, in all her wisdom, will not let me put on the internet at this time). Sombra is the younger half-sister of a main character in that novel, and one of my favorite minor characters to put into her own short stories. In this one, she leaves her mother and everything she knows. Why? You'll see. I know this is still a rough draft, so comments and suggestions for improvement are welcomed!
This is what happens when you put a writer (namely me) in a group of 'normal' American high-schoolers as they tour Australia. The others were feeding turtles, and I saw a story. This didn't actually happen... but it probably should have. For those of you who aren't aquainted with Australian aboriginal mythology, a 'Bunyip' is a monster beyond description. Also, the bit at the end with the count-off and description of lanyards is a detail from the trip I took... they give us numbers to keep track of who's there, and make us wear our names around our necks. And thus I leave you to wonder how that matters... (Forgive me, Haley, if you ever read this. I didn't realize I was killing you when I picked your number.)