A hand reaches out of the mist carrying an old-fashioned lantern. Only the hand and arm of the person are visible.
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“Wayfaring Jack”

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It’s Fall Writing Frenzy time! Kaitlyn Sanchez and Lydia Lukidis host this kidlit writing contest every year. It’s been a few years since I last participated, but writing this was a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy it!


“Wayfaring Jack” by Teresa Traver


“They’re coming,” Gabe whispered. “Do you hear?”

Withered leaves rustled in the breeze. A crow cawed. Then I heard the distant blast of a hunting horn, followed by hounds baying.

Cold fear pierced my heart. “You’re right. We need to find shelter.”

But where? Abandoned farms lined both sides of the creek, but I knew an unoccupied house offered no protection. Threshold magic only worked where there was light and comfort, warmth and hope.

I squared my shoulders. “The Sawyer place is closest. If we cut across the cornfield, we’ll be there in minutes.”

Edie gasped. “The cornfield where Jack walks?”

“Better Jack than them.” I gestured toward the distant pack.

My younger siblings nodded, and we set off.

We paused at the edge of the cornfield. Deep inside, a light glimmered in the mist, slowly drawing closer.

“Hello?” I called. “Who’s there?”

A hand reaches out of the mist carrying an old-fashioned lantern. Only the hand and arm of the person are visible.
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No answer, until a hand bearing a lantern broke through the mist. It had to be him: Wayfaring Jack.

The horn sounded behind us, much too close. “Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea,” I muttered.

I grasped Gabe and Edie’s hands, drew a deep breath, and followed the lantern into the mist.

The End. . . for now!