Fiction

Logan liked to think of the eye of enders as minions who betrayed their master. After half of his eyes of ender were broken due to the navigation. He finally found a stronghold.”Yes, finally vengeance is almost here!”Logan said, 

       There once was a brother and sister whose mother was the most beautiful witch. She tied flowers into the sister’s hair and taught them to make potions.

“I shall bring that vile dragon to his knees for killing carter so long ago”, said logan” I shall wake up the next morning and prepare for the glorious fight yet to come” The next day, he went to the treacherous nether to fight some blaze so he could

    We’d already left the Fenglow by the time I woke up the following morning. The Vale had returned to the dark sky with the darker forms of trees and mountains cast against it.

In a world far away stood a majestic kingdom called the passing realm. In this real there were angels and devils. They all lived in peace. Until one day hybrids came. That were enhanced beyond power.

        Louie saw the boy walk up the bayside towards him. Not this little shit again he thought. All Louie wanted was some peace and quiet by the bay, but this kid had to swoop in and disrupt him every damn day.

    Something hard and pointy jabbed my cheek. “Wake up, girl, wake up,” a cool voice said.

*This piece was written for class assignment to write a short piece of fiction based on The Comet by W. E. B. DuBois in which two characters survive the end of the world.*

If the entire world population was being transferred to a space colony I would choose one of two new lifes. My first choice would be to stay on Earth with family and friends that would be willing to live with me.

    By the time I awoke, my clothes had dried and Miles had roasted me two blackbirds and a fish. “We’ll see about that fish,” he said after I’d changed and packed away the meat.

"Hey mom?" I called, "Come look at this!"
My mom called back, saying she would be a second; she wanted to take one last picture of the view before we headed down. Instead, my brother jogged over,

Once upon a time, there was a mystery rumor that had been going on for two years about the Hathaway House. The rumor said that it was haunted, and everyone believed it.