Fiction

It was a cold and windy day at TA (Thetford Academy). The wind was blowing so hard that it made this weird whistling sound like a tea kettle making some tea. The wind never stopped.

What Truly Lies At The End Of The Rainbow
By Ima W. Physch

     If I could break any world record I would choose to break the largest chocolate coin record. First, I would create a giant plastic mold. Then I would make the batter.

The play takes place in the dungeon of a castle during the Medieval time period. Two prison mates Burkit and Durwin are the main characters.

All good things must come to an end. As she said earlier, nothing lasts forever. Still, she stared off into the distance, hoping for that bell to never ring, for the train to never slow to a halt, for herself to never pass the threshold.

She grabs my small hand, and gives it a squeeze. We stare at the sky, the stars, and the moon. She is crying, the one holding my hand. She is crying silently, the worst kind of crying. She looks down at me, her eyes shining with tears.

Hi, my name is Tommy. I have brownish-grayish hair. I have no glasses. I have a little sister named Taylor. My mom is a janitor at my school and I don’t really know what my dad does. I am very shy and I don't  like to meet new people.

this music isn't to be danced to, either
but still, you do
still, everyone does,
this slow melody, remorseful and sad

letting those flats take you,
the pretty chords
interludes from the brass

The brush bites at your shins. Twigs slap your face. You look down. Your shoelaces are dancing under your soles.

"What's the first thing they teach you guys as kids?"
"Don't trust humans as far as you can throw them. They're dangerous, and as long as they know what you are, they're a threat." 

Son, you must understand that there is art in the making of ciorbă cu perișoare. The way you cut the potatoes, the type of stock you use, not broth, how long you leave it to simmer. And, of course, the borș.

The wind came from my grandmother.
Her wind skipped my mother, but it didn't skip me.
I was riding in the back of my mother's car. She was running away from my Grami and her wind, but not toward anything.