Fiction

She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect.

Hand in hand we walked down the path, littered with colorful leaves. A gust of wind swirled the leaves around us. Encompassing us in our own little world. I looked up, the trees bent over us with shades of red, orange and yellow.

The streets were bright and alive, much larger than in previous months. The air, was filled with so much heat you could practically see it.

My name is Rudolph Hinselmen. I’m 15. I’m from District 1. My name is Rudolph Hinselmen. I’m 15.

Pikeville, Kentucky was small, but Zach and Ben were smaller. Bullets on bikes, zipping around, everywhere at once. Always there for dinner, but gone before the first dish made it into the sink.

She ambled down the dark sidewalk, her long trench coat billowing like a flag on a pole. It was cold. But not too cold. Too cold, contrary to popular belief, isn’t productive weather. No one worked nearly as they should.

The man in the suit wasn’t okay. He was by all means, not okay. And he wasn’t going to pretend that he was. He had been shifting between the worlds far too much.

Ray climbed up the old rusty ladder that led him out of his underground protective tomb. He knew nothing of what awaited at the top of this ladder that led to a new land that he only knew from old children's rhymes.

At last, school is over. Finally I am released by these awful white walls and artificial light.

DARKER 

    Lara, a 16 year-old girl, is coming home from school one day.  

When you have a dream, you should hold on tight and never let it go. Pursue it to the very end. Sometimes, that dream turns into an obsession. It eats away at your core. It consumes you.