Fiction

Her socks were mismatched, eye gunk crystals stuck to her lashes, and the morning sun had risen far to early. But what else was new?

It was Suzannah who first noticed the two figures standing on the doorstep of the house numbered 37, for Adelaide had been too interested in their conversation about jam. “Who are they?” she whispered into Adelaide's ear.

The air continued to grow warmer as the summer continued to set in. In the earliest days of June, four girls could be seen walking down the Whitby cliff stairs after school, when the sun grinned down on their shining faces.

July 1914

This is what happens. I get picked last, when the worst soccer player gets picked before me.
People groan, to have me on there team. We start to play.
I don't get passed to. The worst player gets passed to.
I run up, steal the ball,

“Adelaide, look,” said Edwin, his eyes darting around the edges of the crowd. “There are men coming in.”
“What?”
“They...don’t look friendly.”
“Well, what can they do?”
“Quite a lot, actually, we should probably go.”

“Fix bayonets!” The shout echoed through the infantry up and down the line, mixing with the clatter of Lee Enfield rifles in shaking hands.

By Penny deRosset

My parents tell me about the tooth fairy.
I wonder, are they real?
And if they are, why do they want all theses teeth?
Why do they want them, what will they do with them?
Have you every wondered?

    Flo bounced down the stairs with her long blond hair streaming behind her. 

    “Are you ready?!?”She shouted excitedly.

    “Yes!”I laughed. 

"Toss one over here, Ross!" I yell. We're sitting at a picnic bench during recess- a rare occurance, as not many days have been so nice. After all, it IS just April. The third, to be exact.