See, I was thinking "Most famous of all the henges," from Eddie Izzard.

Lovely drabble, Ginger.

You step inside the circle and watch the sun flare between two stones and disappear

I was at Newgrange seven (ack!) years ago, when they still allowed visitors inside the central chamber. When the lights went off I could feel the hair rise on the back of my neck.

Very good, Ginger! I'm Ro-Astarte on LJ.

victor, see d) -- which is about owning the characters and thus covers your point.

(Given the number of original fic authors who can't keep characterization and background straight between volumes of their own original series I'm not exactly sure it is 'easier' to write fanfic at all.)

My inaugeral piece

My father is here. I have a sister here, too. Grandparents, great-grandparents. On the hillside on the other side of the stream are dozens of cousins, great aunts and uncles.

Three hundred years ago they came to these dark, folded hills. Maybe they planted the aged trees they now rest under. Apparently this land looks like the one they left behind in England. Bob-whites and whipoorwills are the loudest sounds in the hollows between the hills; on the hot muggy nights of summer, the crickets drown out everything, and the fireflies glimmer among the leaves.

When I come back, I come back for the land.

And, there you go. A simple, well-written and very evocative piece, Connie. Plus, a total fit with Teppy's theme.

Teppy, BTW, are we allowed/encouraged to suggest themes?

By all means -- see question #6.

crap, this is addictive

The candles are cold, and the crucifix is draped in dark cloth. Lines of the faithful wait prayerfully for their turns in the confessionals.

Despite the sanctity of the day, the tourists still come, chattering and snapping pictures. Many of them catch themselves, lower their voices, put away their cameras in respect for the honest faith present in a place that is more than a listing in a guide book.

I slip into a pew, listen to the whispers echo off the stone, watch the light of Manhattan in the stained glass. The capitals of the pillars are carved with shamrocks.

Connie that was very nice!

I like your Stonehenge piece too Ginger.

Go Connie, Go Connie!!!