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“Mr. Linden’s Library” from “The Mysteries of Harris Burdick” by Chris Van Allsburg, post by Annie Hanley-Miller

“He had warned her about the book.  Now it was too late.”

She was unsaveable.  Unless…  the impossible happened.  It was a one-to-ninety-nine chance he would help her.  If he didn’t help her now it would be too late for hope.  But he wouldn’t help her.  He was too vain, rude, mean, sarcastic, uncaring, unloving, angry etc…  He was also unloved, lonely, and sad.  But the reason he wouldn’t help her was that he was too scared.  Too scared to be hurt again, to be pushed away, to be ignored, to be nothing.

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“Archie Smith, Boy Wonder” From “The Mysteries of Harris Burdick” by Chris Van Allsburg Post by Annie Hanley-Miller

A tiny voice asked, “Is he the one?”

“Doubt it.”  A different tiny voice answered,

“Why do we need him anyway?  All he is supposed to do is save the world.”

“How dare you speak that way about him!  I am positive he’s the one.”

“Well, he looks normal.  He doesn’t look like anything special.  Anyone could save the world, it’s easy.”

“Well then, why don’t you help him learn his destiny.”

“What!  You…  Why are they talking about me?  What exactly is they?  I wondered as the voices yelled at each other.

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The Third-Floor Bedroom by Annie Hanley Miller

“It all began when someone left the window open.” From the “Mysteries of Harris Burdick” by Chris Van Allsburg

“Yes!” I shout as I burst into the room.

“My own room!  It’s perfect!  The furniture is perfect, the window is perfect, the door is perfect, the walls… what?  Weird, some of the birds on the wallpaper are missing.  Oh well…  whatever.”


The Doctor started, “What pattern was on the wallpaper, Mrs. Johnson?”

“Vines and Doves of course,”  answered Mrs. Johnson.  “Then the doves just disappeared.  No. No. no, no, no.  When you got the wallpaper the pattern was just vines.  You see the birds just used a brain-wave deceiver to make you think they were always there.  That is if they actually look like birds, which they probably don’t, they could be…”

“Could be what?”  Jackson interrupted.

“Don’t interrupt!  Could be what, could be what?  Come on, come on!  think, think!  Think, think, think, think”  The Doctor yelled at himself.

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