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Continue from creative writing That was three seasons ago, in the spring. Now Amily did not feel blessed by the gods. Ever since the new baby had been born, in her mother's eyes she could do nothing right. Her mother was always tired and angry. She walked with a heavy step and Amily had twice seen her doubled up, clutching her stomach, weeping with pain. Amily wondered whether the mistletoe could drive out whatever possessed her.      Amily thought about her mother as she tramped into the forest. It was a long way,...

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creative writing      "This," Amily said simply and she fingered the brooch at her throat which was holding her thick brown cloak around her neck. It was a twist of beaten bronze, with curling patterns dancing on it. Her father had bought it for her when he had travelled away some moons ago. She remembered him leaning down from his horse, his hair tickling her face. "And this is for my little Amily," he'd laughed and he'd pinned the brooch on her tunic. She loved the brooch more than the world.      Olwig gasped....

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how to write a short story      They will be proud again, she thought fiercely, and she aimed a kick at the ram, who jumped nimbly out of the way with a swift flick of his heels.      "May the goddess Alos bless the hunt, eh?" shouted Olwig back to Amily.      As Olwig said this, as she had said a hundred times, Amily had an idea. The goddess might bless the hunt. She might bless Amily too. She might lift the ill wishes Amily had so foolishly let loose. Amily herded the sheep through...

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online short stories Amily slouched out of the hut. She heard the horn blast again � the hunt was away. She saw the men leap astride their shaggy horses, controlling them with hands laced through long manes. All except for Col. His horse, Branrin, was wheeling, refusing to let Col mount. Amily clenched her fists. There is a knack to mounting Branrin, she thought. Even Col should know that. At last he was up, face burning red with shame.       The horses stamped and tossed their heads, their breath like smoke in the...

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Short Stories Amily online 3  Behind her was a shriek, and a high howling. Amily leapt to her feet and was in the hut and beside the child in a moment. His face was screwed up and tears were spurting down his cheeks. He was waving his arms and arching his back. He hit Amily hard in the face but she managed to pick him up. She tried to soothe him, but he would not quiet. Then Amily smelt burning. A log lay smouldering on the blanket. Quickly thrusting it back into the fire, she stamped out the embers and guessed what had happened. The fire...

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short stories online Amily1 Outside, she heard a hunting horn, loud and sharp across the village. Amily sidled towards the doorway. She could see light through a gap in the planks, but that was not enough. She opened the door a crack. Maybe she could watch them from here? She might just be able to catch a glimpse of what was going on. But she couldn't see anything. The fence that kept in the pigs was blocking her view. She opened the door wider, and an icy blast of wind whipped it out of her hands. It banged crash against the side of the hut....

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Amily Amily was cross. She was more than cross, she was furious. She had been chosen to mind her little brother, again. Normally she quite liked him, as he stumbled after her on his short legs, babbling in a way that made her laugh, but today there was something much more exciting happening. The men were preparing to go on a hunt. There hadn't been a hunt for months. First there was too much rain and then there was too much work with the harvest. But now the wheat was in and the grain was all stored in pits. The Druid was here, bringing blessings...

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