Fiction

“Ouch!” I landed at the bottom of the hill. My leg was throbbing! I must of hit on a rock on the way down. I looked up the hill, and there they were, sticking their tongues out at me, laughing to themselves. I turned to see what was behind me.

    My wish for tomorrow is that they will find a cure for all diseases. That everyone will be healed. No one will die from diseases anymore. My wish for my 25th birthday is that all of the world problems will be solved.

I am no longer in control of my body. My legs, strong and muscled, are not mine. My hands have memorized every action they must take, and no longer need me to guide them. My blood, my bones, they belong to someone else, and I watch from above.

"Everything is in place! All we need is people to come and yell 'Surprise!'"  The last piece of tape was holding the  Happy Birthday banner up and it swung over Holly's beaming face. 

An ordinary boy named Bruce Austen always walked to school on Tree lane. Bruce and his friends think it is the spooky, sketchy street of the whole town. Old houses scattered all on this lane. You never want to be caught on this street at night.

As I step outside into the bitter, crisp climate of Vermont,  a brush of wind hits my face and washes me into a big dream. The dream that I am on the beach. Hearing the waves crash, seeing children running around.

I ran into the clearing, the golden sunlight near blinded me, but I had no time to appreciate its beauty, the ogre's roars and tromping footsteps were barely behind me.

 “Go outside, get some fresh air.” she told me. “I’ll make you some lemonade.” I slowly loped over to the door. My dry hands gripped the cold handle and pulled. It was stuck.

A Liar’s Love Story
By Daniel Viorica

 

It was a wet day in February, when I was delivering the weekly paper to my neighborhood. I trudged up to my fourth house of the day, already wiped out. The mailbox read, "6 Whipperling".

Sitting in the same classroom for the fourth time this week. What could be more boring? Today is a fascinating lecture on who knows what.

Presidents don’t often text one another but this was one of those rare times that they do. Two Presidents of two different countries were texting each other one day when an unnoticed auto correct almost started World War 3.