Fair Warning; none of these are going to be longer than two pages (I think - short snippets, things
I write in less than fifteen minutes), but the first was the shortest one.
The Land of Bism
A crack opened in the ground above us, and the cold came rushing down. It made the fire in the river dance, leaping for the sky, joyous to counteract it—but it made us all shiver. The last time a chasm had opened a cruel snake had taken many of us, hissing a command that turned ears deaf to all other sounds. The lost ones had climbed up the walls in the sky, and the crack had closed.
It'd been many a turn of the river fire, many a witty poem, before any of us had learned to smile again.
And now the crack opened again. I huddled, my hands gripping my ear, hoping it'd be enough to block the sound! If she called again—
But no. No, it was not the snake's hiss I heard! It was a salamander, Ahi my friend, his fire-scorched tongue calling, "They're coming! They're coming!" His voice seared through all fear, and I looked up.
Up, and up, and I saw them, I saw them climbing down! My brothers, my sisters, the lost ones, they were climbing down! Jumping, laughing—the land of Bism was filled with their laughter! The laughter of the lost ones!
The laughter of those finally home!