Fiction

Winter is my favorite time of the year because of the magic it brings. You wake up in the morning with the frost on your window from the cold night before, the sun shining brightly in you face.

 I step off the plane.
    

A Warning To Chailon 

Dread fills my stomach and fear starts to strangle my insides. As I fall faster and faster, hurdling towards the hard, rock strewn ground.

   (A/N: This is another excerpt from my novel! It's not in order, this is a piece from the middle, so it might be a bit confusing, but please read it! I'd love feedback!)

Emma had never believed in ghost stories. Until one happened to her.

Every twelve-year-old in New Orleans had heard the story of Freya, Rafferty, and The Box. It went like this...

There once was a boy named Gerald. To be continued...

I'm in the Amazon Rainforest, swimming in a river, and then blood starts gushing out of my leg! I swim as fast as I can out of the water.

I limp out onto the shore. The blood is gushing out like a tsunami.

They light up the starry night, especially before you could flip a switch to get the power of a million flames.

They're just like tape, which is why I don't know why doctors use staples like stitches, but they don't use tape.

The thing that holds all together, but it didn't hold up a friendship after a fight.

Trust me, I tried.