Nadja's Published Short-stories.
My mom recently sold the family farm and as with all farm families we did store a lot of stuff!
We found an old school-book of mine that was published when I was 13.
My, how time does fly.
Upon finding the book, I immediately searched out the story I had written.
I read it aloud to my mom and when finished, we both smiled and reminisced what a strange and wonderful imagination I had.
For those of you curious ones out there the book is called Banana Boats on Sundae Island.
Produced and written by the public school kids of Brant County.
The February of No Return
The endless woodlot was asleep, covered with the snow that had fallen from the pale, grey sky only yesterday.
I had found plenty of fur-bearing game frozen to death, ensnared in the cruel steel jaws of the camouflaged trap.
The bitter February winds howled about me.
My eyes stung from the wind, but I dared not close them, for if I did my lashes would freeze together.
My hands were thick and blue from the intense cold.
All the blood had drained from my hands and it was slowly draining down to my feet.
Each step I took was heavy and slow.
My limbs ached with pain from the piercing wind.
I could go no further.
My limbs gave way and I collapsed, giving myself to the cruel, bitter, outside world.
Ummmmmm, here's another short story that
I had published in our highschool yearbook,
way back in 1973.
*giggle*
Hope this isn't boring you, the poor reader!!
The cool green waves of the ocean were gently lapping at the white sands of the shore.
The beach, once desolate, was now flecked with weatherbeaten pieces of driftwood.
There was no sound at all, except for a few seagulls whose cries pierced the air.
Day was slowly fading into dusk as a grey mist enveloped the ocean's surface.
The growing darknesss had found a twosome standing close to the water's edge.
Waiting patiently with its head on his master's shoulder was a golden palamino stallion.
Its milk white mane and tail stirred slightly in the gentle seabreeze.
The boy was only 15 with no friends left but this beautiful stallion.
His father had died when he was only a child and now his mother was gone leaving him nothing but debts to pay off.
The boy's head was bent in sorrow and he wept bitterly for the warmth and comfort of a family life.
He turned, buried his head in the stallion's massive neck and continued to weep.
As the time wore on he realized the situation he was in - an orphan with nothing more but the clothes on his back and the bills in his pocket.
No one cared for him or wanted him.
He felt as if the whole world was up against him.
He had to escape reality and that was why he had resorted to the ocean to help him.
He just stood there and let the vastness of the water overpower him.
With a soft kiss on the muzzle, he bid his horse and only friend farewell.
He then slowly waded out into the high tide and with a quick plunge,
he left his grief behind, only to be welcomed by the jade black depths of the restless ocean.
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This page was created on April 6, 1998.
The second untitled short story was added on October 6, 1998