Fiction

It was October, but Margot was still wearing short summer skirts. And humming Christmas carols. She really couldn't decide on a season. She loved summer, when she could swim in the river, and there was no school.

Astrid had never seen anything so magnificent in her life. The sun slowly sank behind the mountain as an explosion of red, pink, yellow and orange covered the sky. It felt like a dream.

Chapter 21

    “Anabelle, if we are going to leave here, you need to meet your soldiers!” Everleigh says, her eyes flitting around to meet mine. 

          It was a bright, sunny day outside in Oakbridge, Maine. He was lying, back against the school, book in his hands. He, was Nate. Nathaniel Evan Thanin. He didn’t have many friends.

Chapter 10

    “Well, let's go,” George says. 

Young Writers Project

Chapter 4

    El smiles at us. “Who wants to go next?” she asks. 

“Where-where did she go?” Emma asks, her voice cracking.