Fiction

I stood at the edge of the cliff looking down at him. I stared at him for a moment until it became uncomfortable and then looked away. We both knew what we had to do. It was the only option we had. The only one that would work. 

verbal

1: Wait, have you finished writing your piece yet? The tournament’s in like… now! And you haven’t checked in at all. I know you’ve been busy, but still…
2: Why, of course I’ve finished my piece. I give my art the time it deserves.

January 17, 2020
Luna, The Unicorn 

When a person speaks:

“Soooo… once there was a… umm.. There was a girl, and… um.. She lived in.. um.. A water park… yeah, so she… um….. Saw spirits.. Yeah.. and uh.. no one else could see them… and… um.. So.. yeah. 

 

When I woke up at 6:00am on April 12, 1861, I thought it would be a normal day in the United States. When I went down the stairs my Dad was cooking some fried white eggs, crispy bacon and some nice buttered toast. 

Once when Riley was little five year old she always dreamed of going to space when she was older. All she talked about for years was how much she wanted to go to Nasa. One day she went to school and went to her friend Emma 

    In 1692 witches were under attack because of Abigail Williams and her cousin Betty Parris. Abigail Williams is my great-grandmother. OMG, I almost forgot to tell you who I am.

I walk along the edge of the ocean dipping my feet into the cold water. I run my hands through my hair and sigh. It has been three weeks since the accident. I should be getting better at holding this in. 

When she is born, you hold her close. You caress her small, soft head as you put her to sleep. You hold her hands as her small, pudgy feet pad across the white carpet.

“What was that!” a tall man with an axe yelled. Who was in the middle of chopping down trees for firewood in the winter, when he saw something moving from inside a bush nearby.

I slip out into the night, the moonlight making shadows creep along the lawn. The scraggly tree in our front yard reminds me of the monsters in one of my mother's stories.