You can learn of the rules here. I felt this story deserved a title at this point. None of the members of the group suggested a continuance, so I moved it forward. A second story will occur on Fridays starting this week or next.
He walked through a briar patch made of rosewood and dust, swirling around with sapphire and ruby dust motes. As he walked the stars shimmered and rippled as if the sky were a bed sheet being changed with new stars each time someone shook the sheets. The ground hummed and as he walked it worked up his bones and to his teeth.
Then he came to a large lake surrounded by white and gold bamboo, with all of it cut and formed into a giant artificial island in thick slabs as wide as a man's leg with a regal pathway that went to the still waters. Soft gentle music slowly played in the background.
There was his daughter, lying despondent on the ground. She was so sad and crying so hard that her father did not know what to do.
"Why are you crying Elowyn?" he asked her.
At first, she did not hear and wept only.
Despondent, he tried again. "Why are you crying daughter mine?"
At this she stopped crying and looked up, looking hopefully at her father and then she started crying a second time.
A third time he asked,"Why are you crying my beloved daughter? I will do anything I can to make it better or fix what is wrong.."
And then she smiled.
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