C is for Cloud, who found his way home
anonymous
December 18 2005, 06:32:02 UTC
There is a weight on his thighs, something soft under his head, a hand in his hair, one stroking his cheek. The air smells heavy and the sun is bright, but he does not open his eyes
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E is for Elizabeth, Director no more
anonymous
December 25 2005, 05:41:33 UTC
When the Director died, nobody knew exactly what to do. There were no lights from the sky, magically beaming them back to their own worlds. There were no meteors, nor solar eclipses, or sudden influxes of all the people the campers loved and missed. The barrier stayed firmly in place
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