The French of the Trench
Le François de la Tranchée
With my stomach on the ground, I look over the parapet and into the trench. Nobody could be seen.
Le François de la Tranchée
With my stomach on the ground, I look over the parapet and into the trench. Nobody could be seen.
Recently hikers on the Appalachian Trail have been seeing an unidentified creature. They say it's too big to be a bear, but the problem is there isn't anything bigger than a bear in the area.
Once upon a time, there lived a very ordinary couple. One day, the wife became pregnant with a baby girl. Parents, cousins, and friends gathered and prayed for the girl’s health and happiness. They named her Kalon.
recently hikers on the appalachion trail have been seeing an unidentified creature. they say it's too big to be a bear but, the problem is there isn't anything bigger than a bear in the area.
Shatterable, how utterly shatterable this world is. Once I was here, embraced in delicate arms that were so strong. I was embracing a blond headed, simple pathed, loving girl.
We shift through the reeds, chests touching, foreheads resting on each other. Our hands become moist from being held together for so long. The breeze makes the large plane full of reeds click, nearly sounding like diamonds.
Sarah made grunting noises as we passed the deli, I asked her why, yet she didn't answer me. It’s almost as if we’re tense every time we walk downtown.
The sun shone bright in the sky. Its rays heated the fields, where there was a bunny hopping in the flowers. The bunny hopped by each flower, smiling as she passed each one.
Characters:
Adrienne, high-school student, best friend of August, female, 15-17
August, high-school student, best friend of Adrienne, male, 15-17
There is a theatre game, commonly played among high school students; as I know it, it is called "Honey, I love you, but I can't smile," which, the object of the game is to go around in a circle of peers and say something along the lines of "
Some say that in the winter, when the shadows are long and the bare branches of the trees reach out with long, crooked fingers, that that is when the dead come out.