Fiction

On the chilly, now windless night, in his vehicle he adjusted the temperature, to get a bit warmer. Kyle didn't know why he was feeling this way. The feelings that Harold Harlacher had stirred up, causing the sediment of love to surface again.

FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN SCHEDULE
1. I wake up, very nervous and a little excited
2. I put on the new dress I got yesterday
3. I brush my teeth
4. I eat only part of my breakfast - My tummy has butterflies

The street is long and winding
And there are so many shops to choose from. 
All with quaint swinging signs on the side, creaking on their hinges. 
Two apartment buildings sit side by side on the street,

Tears ran down Maddie's face. She had just run out into the backyard, slamming the screen door behind her, and then settled herself into a mossy spot on the ground. It wasn't fair.

Kyle Monroewood had finally caught a break, feeling his already evident relaxation, even as he sat on his outdoor terrace recliner, rethinking most of his life choices.

If you were in a unknown world and you created It what would It look like and why?
 

“How are you so… sane after all that?” Vaughn inquires, lowly as if it took all his strength to say so.

   Jazz. Hardcore jazz.The heavy music filled my ears of tune and my mind of agitation. My heart punching against my ribcage, and the the shudders of fear formed droplets of presperation atop of my forehead. Pacing, step 1.. 2.. 3..

TWIST

Flashes of light pour into the room in one blinding color, emanating from the cracks of the shack if one were to witness something like this from the external. The overflowing white, from the inside to the out.

I see a face in my head of a young girl. Though I am convinced I have no idea who she is, she looks familiar. She is wearing a blue patchwork dress with yellow ribbons in her blond braided hair.

Dear former friend,