Fiction

“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.

She should be comforted. But his smile is still all teeth, no light in eyes. His hand on her shoulder is ice-cold, the hands of the dead grasping at their one lifeline, too desperate to mean much. His touch still burns.

Sophia Jane, of Glenwood, Maine, was accepted into Madam’s Art School for Girls in Augusta, Maine. She said her goodbyes to her family and went right away. As she sat in her dorm room, on her fluffy bed, she wished to talk to her family.

I woke in the middle of the night, nerves tingling. I sat up, noticing that I was as wide awake as if it were midday. I reached for the force and found it there, reassuring, quiet.