Fiction

By Quinn Shelley

By Sophie Brown

The cold wind making my branches sway back and forth, the crisp breeze blowing on the few remaining leaves left on my branches as I wait.

By Cora Lea and Scarlett Contreras-Montesano

By Cora Lea

I tiptoe down the long dark hall, trying not to wake the others.

The long hallways are like a maze, 

By Lola Rubin

By Elizabeth Cunningham

    I swim farther and farther. I had never been this far away from the shore. All of the families on the beach seemed so small and distant. My small thin legs work their way to keep me afloat. I feel so grown up swimming this deep.

Chapter Three
We begin to walk briskly toward the small clearing when we hear footsteps. More footsteps. It must be Reagan.

“Reagan?” I ask. I glance at Alison and notice her face has gone pale.

Chapter Two

Chapter One

             Hello! It's TheSilentPoet here! EpicElle and I have been collaborating on a story together as you probably know! anyways, here's a bit from Chapter 2:

 This is part of the story that me, (EpicElle) and TheSilentPoet have been working on. We haven't finished the first chapter yet, but I'll edit this once we do.