Danette Stories

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The moon is now missing a banana split shape. The mosquitoes aren't bad one whine of one and I swat around my head. "Sending smoke signals, allie Jo?" Chase said. I make a face at him and look across the lake not being able to talk about Tara, we agreed that the springs after dark. Chase was sure Tara would be here. We sit there, the moonlight spilling on us, the water softly tugging at our feet. A lone whip-poor-will calls out. It's rare to hear one in summer, this one must have forgotten to fly back north. Suddenly, the water surges over my calves. I snatch my legs my legs up and scramble backward, all the while watching. The shapes spin and twirl, floating around each other as if they're dancing... Or playing. I steals glance at chase his eyes are locked on the springs. The water shrieks and parts in a crashing fountain right where our feet were. "Hello," Tara says. The real author is Danette Haworth

Stories of what happened after the events of Soul Nomad and the World Eaters