Fiction

One day a girl went over to her grandma's house, she noticed that her grandma has kept all the cards anyone has ever sent her...

So, she asked why she kept them all

This was her answer

A little boy wakes up and he goes to his mom and says, "Why is my bed so small? I used to fit but now my feet stick off." The boy's mom says, "You're growing ..." 

A girl and her friend were sitting at their table during lunch...

I tell this story to my children often enough that I fear they will memorize it and think it real. I thought it was real too when I was younger. Now I know better.

I lived in a world where outer beauty is the only kind that people see. I’d rather observe it from a rocking chair at the library back home, bearing down on an incredibly scripted work of art.

I take a deep breath as I step into the office, prepared to share the story of why I am there. I am welcomed with the sight of a stern face and cold eyes. Sitting down I started my story.

Sirens sound, at 2:00 am. My heart pounds as I look out my apartment window and into the smoke.

I was waiting outside of my school's main doors ready for the school day to start. At last kids start flocking the doors and I follow suit.

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JEANNE: No, Monica! Too many times, I’ve just been like “hell, could be worse.” I take too much from people: from my mother, my husband, my god-forsaken children. 

Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.

Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!

 My little girl's body ran after wild animals, not caring about if I had to look cool or if I got all sweaty. Now I check my hair before going out and make sure I spray my perfume too many times to hide the smell of sweat or odor.