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One day my friends asked me if I wanted to go to the old building on Main Street.
I said, "But, isn't it haunted?"
My friends called me a chicken, but then I said, "Fine!"
"Yes!" Wade said. "Come on! let's go!"
"Now?!" I yelled. "Oooops! I didn't mean to yell!"
"Of course. What other time do we have?" Cameron said.
"Well, ummmm....I have to go to my Dad's office and do my job," I said, trying to convince them. It was Tuesday, and I really have to do my job on Wednesday.
"Oh. How about Saturday night, then?" said Birch.
"Okay," I said. Read more »

Once upon a time Little girl wondered why the
sky was blue & the grass was green.
Daddy told her that was
just the way things were &
she need not worry about it or spend her time on
thinking about such trivial things.
The sky is the sky &
the grass is the grass.
The colors don't matter & thinking about them was a waste of time.
Little Girl didn't believe him.
She thought about them anyway.
She thought about how maybe
God made the sky blue to
make the people happy, because,
blue was a very nice color.
She thought about how maybe God made the Read more »

Sunlight streamed through the gaps between the crinkled branches. The hills overflowed with green grass swaying with serenity. A small girl with tear-stained cheeks sprawled on her back in the quiet shade the dying willow provided with its dark emerald leaves. Read more »

Sunlight streamed through the gaps between the crinkled branches. The hills overflowed with green grass swaying with serenity. A small girl with tear-stained cheeks sprawled on her back in the quiet shade the dying willow provided with its dark emerald leaves.

April laid there more often then not. The soft grass perfectly cushioned her tired back and left tiny smears on her flowy shirt. In the shade of the dilapidated tree, she was more than safe. She was alone.

From all those times when there was no way to spill out all the wrongness, she could escape. From the times she opened her mouth wide and screamed silently so that no one would scare, she could be gone. From every difference, worry, frustration in her life, she could break free.

The tree and the hills and the grass couldn’t heal her issues. Even if they could, April herself would not be healed. But for then, it was enough for her to lay and feel the green.

GREEN
By Matt Vinci

Green is a special color.
When I see green, I can almost smell the green grass.
I can see the reflection of the green grass in my swimming pool.
It seems that every day that I look at the green grass,
it is growing.

When I go out for a nice car ride,
I can see all the great, green mountains.
of Vermont.

Green is a special color. Read more »