Fiction

As she was rollerblading from the pickle factory at two am underneath a full moon, Chrysanthemum (who every one called 'Chris' to save time) saw that the lights in the Egglington Public Library were still on.

Elena was sick of staring at the perfectly shaped buns of the dancers in front of her. All she wanted was to see the faces of an audience infatuated with her technique. Mesmerized by her perfectly placed steps and her long lines.

“This, my friends, is moon 7852 of the Beta quadrant.”

 A Vision of the future I see, bright as white snow in the glistening sun. On the mountain tops with beautiful trees and sparkling water streams. All the possible futures all ready to be claimed by the hands of the hopeful.

             

    
 “I’m sick of it!” Grandpa Mike yelled, “I am not moving again! For two years I have been moving and I'm staying put!”

     Lucy is a twelve-year-old girl with a kind disposition. Lucy liked to think she had a pretty good life, but all that was about to change. It was a cool, sunny, fall day in northern Maine.

It’s never fun being stuck in the background. I’ve been dancing for as long as I can remember and am very passionate about it.

Ghost, there is a figure of our imagination right? They are the villains in a story that we tell little kids to help put them to sleep, their characters in books and movies that are supposed to send a chill down your spine.

“Come on Cindy!” Marcus yelled. 

“I'm coming. I just want to collect a few things before we leave.” Cindy shouted.

It was October, but Margo was still wearing short summer skirts. Though most people consider fall to be cold and inconvenient, Margo finds it the best season of the year. She loves the cold, the leaves, and, of course, the apples.

  I throw my things down on the floor and sink into the couch when I get home. I sigh as I look at my emails again hoping to find something new. Of course there was nothing.

Crowded and hidden, Cassandra was never in the front. She was always kept in the back, like a lost gem trying to shine its way through the darkness. She danced elegantly, as beautifully as she could, never once failing to do what was asked of her.