Fiction

Lewis Capaldi's song “Someone you loved” Is about the feelings of heartbreak. This song starts off slowly just like the ending of a relationship. It is slow like your mind after you lost the one you love.

  A young woman named Mindy had been a slave all her life. She had lived in Maryland with her brother, the only family she had left. She now had a child of her own with her husband who had been sold months ago.

Someone I have reverence for is my mother. I  may not always show it and I might act like a brat to her but she is one of my favorite people in the entire world. She does so much for me and my siblings.

The sound was screaming inside my head, I wake up
mysteriously on the side walk insted of in my room. The 
moon was shinning, the sky was dark, and the house was
surrounded by glittering smoke. I remembered when we 

This is a prequal I wrote to the Roman myth of Prosperinia and Pluto. It was actually a school assignment, but I had a lot of fun writing the story. I hope you like it!

    Moms, the ones who can always find something you lost even in places you have already looked. The person you can always go to for advice. The one who can pick you up when your feeling down. 

I sit on the steps in front of my house.
Doing absolutely nothing except breathing, (obviously), and chewing a piece of gum that is beginning to lose its flavor.

Amy was at my house that Sunday morning, telling me a Christmas story.

"So last year, I was extremely naughty," she said.

I nodded.

"I growled at the cat, I screeched in church, and I even ate pencil shavings!"

Winter soccer starts at 7 PM and ends at 8 PM. But the drive makes poeple get home at 8:45 PM. So when do I go to sleep? 7 PM.
 

When I look at a zero, I see many things. I see a person's mouth wide open. I see a bowl with fish in it, swimming round and round. But I never see my face in it. Never, ever, Trevor, Shever see my face.
 

One time, I couldn't sleep, so I started to wait and wait, and still wait, and kept on waiting, and I strated to wonder what happened if the nigth went on forever. And it felt like that. But actually, I was sleeping the whole time.

I stand at the edge of the mountain waiting to ski down. I have waited to do this for the entire year. I love skiing and to only be able to do it for a few months and then have to wait is excruciating. It is like waiting for the first snowfall.