Fiction

     My hands find grip against the rough piney bark, sap sticking my fingers together as I reach up pulling myself into it's limbs. My wrist blinks and throbs with pain as I climb onto the nearest bow and breathe the forest air.

How I would spend my last day on Earth would be pretty simple. I would really want to go to places that are meaningful to me just to get one more good look at them and to relive their memories before we leave.

Since it's the last day on Earth––because of the sun that’s going to explode in 50 years–– my family and I decided to go on a trip to all our favorite places not many places are open, so we decided to watch a movie, then have burritos from Boloco

Once, when we were very young, we went out to catch butterflies. Your father had given you a butterfly net for your birthday and the early summer air was warm and full of bugs. We walked down the old dirt road.

6 am- I get up, grab my suitcase, and head to the Burlington airport. On the plane, I write emails, texts, and make phone calls to my friends and family.

The unexplained may be scary. Some may find it intriguing. 3 days ago, that's when it happened. I'm Mitchell Tye, and recently a man walked up to me. He said, "Hello, young one." Me being me, I don't trust strangers.

Catherine watched the girl from afar. She gazed at her, confused as to why someone so fancy, so wealthy would come to their small town. Her breath fogged up the cold window and she peered through the smudged window at the young woman.

We mold the world with not only what we do, but also with what we don’t do.
 

The wind races, blowing my hair into my face. Here, on this mountain top, I feel unstoppable. Looking down to the forests of rough oaks, spikey pines, and sweet maples. Down at the suburban rooftops, flat, slanted.

If you can learn to love everyone than you will last longer than us.