Fiction

All my life it seems like I never made my own choices. I was put up for adoption right when I was born and was told that my parents didn't have enough money to support me.

Hello, my friend, I would love to tell you a story of how we got here. So, all my life I thought I was real. I would wake up, say hello to my bird, brush my teeth, and go to work. I worked in a department store my whole life.

Bob The Scary Ghost

One sunny weekend, the Smith family went on a family camping trip in their camper. The parents had three kids, Elijah, Molly, and Ali.

The sisters sat at the front of their English class. Aulina sat surrounded by her friends, giggling and whispering. But she always shut up when the teacher asked.

Do you remember when your mother's hands were magic?

When they looked like hands

Smelled like hands

Felt soft and calloused and strong like hands but weren't like your hands because

The soil gently shifted around the straw thin roots of the sprouting pine. Up, down, left, right, as a wormlet wiggled by. But as they passed, their tough roots, their fragile skin brushed against each other, like a brush stroke on a canvas.

I think that being immortal would be pretty torturous, never being able to pass away could cause you to descend into madness. Just observing all of your loved ones as they age and die.

May 6, 1978 was the day Marie had gotten kidnapped. She was 17 years old, just barely learning how to drive a car, because her parents didn’t have one. One day she was walking to her father's place, her father’s name is Richard.

Ghostly 

Thetford Academy 

7th Grade

Oliver Dunnet    

“Oh hey, Tim. What’s going on?'' 

Maybe it’s funny but every time I try to write about you, the words die in my throat.  Is it that I know too much?  Or too little?

EZRA– Ezra lay sprawled, with his head almost touching the ground, on one of the beanbags that lined one corner of the tightly backed bookshop, searching, upside down, for his favorite book.