The thought that you might
not remember me is more
than this girl can bear.
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Columba
It was Brother Columba who arrived in Pictland. He encountered a menacing scourge. Nessie the Loch Ness Monster. It reared up its head and tried to gnash at Columba. He turned and hurled incantations and spells. Nessie backed down and fled. Then Columba with the wind in his sails. Set forth to Fortriu. He met with the druids and beat them with magic, a snide glance that a muttered spell hid well. Then Columba had conquered the druids and converted the last remaining pagans of the British Isles to Christianity. For his task was complete.
By Karl McBeathabout 7 hours ago in Poets
The Missing Ingredient
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tóth3 days ago in Fiction
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