Fiction

It was just another normal day in Oak Town. We don't have many people who like down here in Oaks but whenever a holiday comes up we make sure to always celebrate as if it is the last day on earth.

She hears a voice in her head telling her to stop. Her thoughts of hating herself and sadness comes to a quick hault. Chills run down her body as she puts the knife down and slowly turns around to the mirror.

I can see it. The peak of womanhood. That long road ahead, is now only two steps.


I don't dare turn back, childhood is behind me. No more foolishness.

Mothers have some sort of look that makes all your secrets pour out of you. They’re like mind readers. Kind mind readers, who only want the best for you.

A harsh wind sends colorful autumn leaves tumbling from trees, and onto the frost covered ground. Thin trunks bend and sway, as if an invisible hands are reaching out, grabbing hold, and shaking with all their might.

 Unique friendship

Leaves rustle in a sudden gust of wind, sending a chill down my spine. The woods around me suddenly seem spookier. Though I'm terrified out of my mind, I keep moving through the seeminly haunted forest.

"Hey, don't bother, I would do anything for you." I say, tucking the insufficient blanket under her chin

"Mm" she says, snuggling her head into my shoulder, "what, what if I wanted to fly?" 

“What are we supposed to do now.”

“Calm down Becca it’s going to be okay.”

“NO, this is a disaster she’s going to find out about the party.”

“So what, the cake maker had a slight problem with the cake.”

The kid’s name is Thomas, Tom for short. 

Here I am as usual, gazing at my book, deeply into it. No one interrupts me, not even when a frizbee flys with great altitude into my leg.