Fiction

The icy air blew through Alba’s long, curly white hair with streaks of blood throughout. Her bare feet felt the chill of the ice she stood on and were warmed by the crimson puddles she walked through.

Story by Helen Poe, Main Street Middle School

Persephone was tired. Tired of being nothing more than the daughter of a nearly forgotten goddess, of being a sweet innocent nymph, a girl content to frolic in fields under the sun.

Story by Chance Neun, Main Street Middle School

You drove me home that day, January's cold bitter sky above us. You had driven me home before, but that day felt different than all the other days.

Story by Iris Palisson, Main Street Middle School

All I remember from that night is taking a punch to the face and then everything going black. Next thing I know is hearing voices saying,

Story by Lucille Dorwart Crane, Main Street Middle School

I should have told him I loved him, just a little sooner. I know I planned every word, the night before. Pacing my room in my prettiest dress, streamers in my red hair. He has always made me lose my breath, by simply living.

I’m the type of person, who suddenly decides she hates someone. But like with no reason at all. And that’s how I feel about Mac. Lilly my best friend, loves everyone. Or at least she pretends she does, in my opinion that’s not worth while.

Autumn hefted the strap of her leather satchel over her and quietly slipped out of her house, drawing in a deep breath.  It was her favorite time of year, and not just because her name had the same meaning.  The branches were f

We were driving along the California coastline. I could feel the wheels of your red convertible twirling below us. The familiar motion was soothing. Song like. I was in the driver’s seat.