sail home someday // a short story (+ Dust by Kara Swanson!)

Hello, my friends!

As a member of the street team for Kara Swanson’s new book Dust, I get the awesome opportunity to share Lorie Langdon’s endorsement of it. Lorie Langdon is the author of Olivia Twist and the Doon series, and she loves Kara’s book!⁣⁣

If you’re a Peter Pan fan who enjoys unique takes on classic fairytales, you’ll love Dust! It’s a Peter Pan retelling/sequel by the author of The Girl Who Could See. ⁣⁣

👉🏻 PREORDER LINK: http://bit.ly/HN-Dust 👈🏻⁣⁣⁣

stick around for a bit if you want to read my short story (:

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More about Dust…⁣

The truth about Neverland is far more dangerous than a fairy tale.

Claire Kenton believes the world is too dark for magic to be real — since her twin brother was stolen away as a child. Now Claire’s desperate search points to London… and a boy who shouldn’t exist.

Peter Pan is having a beastly time getting back to Neverland. Grounded in London and hunted by his own Lost Boys, Peter searches for the last hope of restoring his crumbling island: a lass with magic in her veins.

The girl who fears her own destiny is on a collision course with the boy who never wanted to grow up. The truth behind this fairy tale is about to unravel everything Claire thought she knew about Peter Pan — and herself.

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And because my sister has been telling me to publish some original fiction, I now present to you a story I wrote years ago. It was in response to this art prompt by Jamin Still. I didn’t win the contest I entered, but I still like the story and may do something with it someday. Here it is for your reading pleasure.

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sail home someday

“Come with us, Claire,” said David. 

His voice reminded me of days spent playing in the sand together. Years when my answer would have been yes. 

But those moments were gone. In their place was a new thing, and I didn’t know how to explain it. I was grown up, whether I liked it or not, and I needed to act like it. 

“Come with us, Claire,” said Skye. 

Skye, with her sea-green eyes matching the peacock feathers she carried. Skye, my beloved sister. Oh, how I wanted to go with her!

“Where are you going?” I asked. My mouth was dry and the words sounded strange. They tasted strange, too — tasted of adventure. 

I wasn’t used to adventure. 

“Oh, anywhere.” David pulled on a rope — I had no idea what it was called but it was probably important for sailing — and leapt easily from the dock where we stood to the sailboat. 

The boat! It was shiny and new, with a bird on the header for luck. Skye and David, my beloved siblings, were sailing away and they wanted me to go with them. 

“Come with us!” Skye pushed her red-gold hair out of her face and leaned in closer to me. She brushed my own, brown locks behind my ear and smiled. “Claire, we can’t leave you. You have to come.” 

“What about Mother?” I said, and these words were bitter. 

“She’s safe. She has everything she needs.” David had to shout to be heard. The wind was picking up and the taut golden sail was trying to break free and fly away. 

“Did you ask Jack if he wanted to come?” 

There was a pause. I could feel it more than hear it — a break in the right working of the world. A seagull croaked and the dock shifted as the waves broke upon it. 

“No.” Skye twisted the feathers in her hands, looking at them intently. “No, we didn’t.” 

“And why should we?” called David. He was lashing ropes and fastening cupboards all over the boat — doing the things, I supposed, a sailor did before he sailed. “Did Jack ever do anything for us?” 

“He’s our brother,” I said, fingering my shirt. I didn’t know why I was doing it, calling David out. I’d never contradicted him before. Always he had been the older brother, the one I obeyed. But now —  

“Jack’s no brother of mine,” he spat. “Come on, Skye. Claire doesn’t want to come. And I wouldn’t bring her if she did.” 

“But I do!” I almost shouted. “I mean – I don’t know.” 

Skye cast me a regretful look as she took the rope David offered her and clambered into the boat. 

“Last chance to come,” said David scornfully. He hadn’t abandoned me quite yet. 

Skye’s sea-green eyes shone as she decorated the sailboat with peacock feathers. “I was thinking of calling it The Peacock,” she suggested lightly. “The boat, I mean.”

“Claire?” David was on the point of hauling up the rope. 

“Call it Home,” I said. “To help you remember that I’m here, waiting for you.” 

“You’re not coming then.”

“I’m not.” 

———-

David and Skye sailed away that day, leaving me on the shore. The tears I cried were sad, but I didn’t mind. Sometimes sad is good. 

When I left the shore, I knew two things. 

They might not come home, but I’d always be waiting if they wanted to. 

And I was going to find Jack. 

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What do you think of my short story? Should I expand it into a longer one?

Are you going to preorder Dust?

Until next time!

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8 thoughts on “sail home someday // a short story (+ Dust by Kara Swanson!)

  1. Enjoyed! I love reading books.
    You should see the stacks I have loaded on our living room reading table in front of the Window where I spend the afternoon watching the wild world go by. They are all non fiction– bought at book sales .
    ie The Making of a Surgeon!!!!! Atoul Gawandi glad I didn’t read that BEfroe I had open heart surgery .!!:o)
    others on my stack:
    Deadlines Past by Mears
    My Brush with History / American Heritage.
    Landscape and Memories / Simon Chama my faV RIGHTNOW.
    “marvelously rich and eloquent—a reassertion of the relationship of man and nature and its importance to the modern world. Wonder fully learned and perceptive.” NY Times book review. I learned about the background of t the Mount Rushmore Monument and how a Susan B Anthony advocate for women’s right to vote wanted to include her face along with Lincoln Jefferson and Roosevelt. As you can see Anthony din’t make it!! Can You imagine back before WWII women did not have the righto vote?!!
    LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO READ ANY OF THESE. They are the type of books you can open up any where and start reading.
    Thanks to the Corona Virus I am finally sitting down and reading them—in between b my frequent naps and home exercises.
    Wish I could take you allto the Air Zoo but I betthat is closed down also!!

    😲)CB
    Sent from Mail for Windows 10

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