Fiction

when the child was put into the room, their hair was golden and wavy, like sunshine rays. they were naked. their pupils were small and their blue irises shone faintly. the whites were stark, clean, pristine.

In every neighborhood, there is a scary house that no one would ever want to step foot in. For me, that house is right across the street. It's always dark except for a single flickering light that comes on whenever the clock strikes on the hour.

Colors

I walk upstairs and sit down at my desk. I stare down at its contents: uncompleted math homework, my book club book, textbooks and broken pencils. My backpack hangs from a hook on the wall and my laptop lays closed on my bed.

The misty image of a lush forest appears below me. I am not solid, just a foggy image in the darkness of a forgetful mind. Yet I can see what once was a blank canvas becomes a light clearing in a dark forest.

“Hello, hello, why is no one answering the phone?”

“ Um, Gram, that is the TV remote-not the phone.”

“Oh my.  I did it again.  I am getting pretty good at doing that, aren’t I ?”

It was an ancient beast, created by heavenly forces beyond our world, long before

      

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Tammy had just moved to Florida from Vermont, and she was scared. She was standing in the doorway of her new school Summer Flower Elementary, biting her lip.

Once I heard the sentence "Risk is the only rule," so I told my little brother. My brother told his friends, and they all told their cousins. Soon enough, the whole world knew.

"Hide! Before anyone sees us!" said the explorer as he climbed the old and scary staircase. He heard someone and was scared, so he yelled to himself, which was not a great idea.

Finally, he got to the top and there was a small man.