A picture suggests a thousand words and many different stories! Some of students’ favorite pieces this semester began from photo prompts during our webinars.
The fox tilted her head. This wasn’t here before. A mysterious object, looking to be left open on the ground. It had little black dots on it, and the fox sniffed it experimentally. It smelled of something that she had felt at the heart of the forest. Like the big center tree, but….not. The oldest animals of the forest often told stories to her kits about “magic”. The fox now knew it was magic. But not the kind that settled down peacefully inside a tree and nourished the land around it. It smelled of fire. The mortal enemy of the tree that the forest’s magic called home.
-Julia
Deep, deep, secrets were hidden.
In a book.
A simple book, not complex for a minute. Eliza knew this book very well. It was covered in leaves, bound in leather, and its pages were full of the glittering magic. A single snowflake, a sunset leaf, a scrap of lace from a newcomer’s dress. Eliza loved this book. She would sit in the darkening forest, reading the secrets of anyone who had ever left something for the book. The newcomer’s name was Violet, and she was visiting her sister for three days before going back to Chicago. The book didn’t know super-specific things about Violet, though. It didn’t know that she was twenty-three, a librarian, and loved cats. It didn’t know that the little boy that left the snowflake was hoping to find fairies and gnomes in the forest. But it knew important things.
-Liv D.