Fiction

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     A daughter arranges sympathy cards on the mantle, changing places, angles, trying to make them fit. We’re sorry for your loss. With sympathy. Our thoughts are with you.

It started in fifth grade when little Elizabeth realized life isn't perfect. Like when the teachers would always say “I need some strong boys to stack these chairs” or when the boys were a little too cocky at boys vs girls dodgeball.

Below the Smokey Sky

By Stella Mauro and Mac Buckingham

  The first thing I notice is the smell of lemon poppyseed bread. Well, that and the thought that sweat is rolling down my fur. I'll smell in a few minutes, I know, if I don't get out from under this abandoned paper bag and move around.

The Hero animal

A day in minecraft

         We were all hanging out, my friends and I. It was a wonderful day in the summer out on the lake. We all were having a great time tubing and jumping off cliffs.

I am a mouse

I had this dream every night. I would wake up a little before the next part every day. The story would keep going until I woke up. But today I didn’t for some reason. It always starts with me rushing out the door and getting into my car.

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A couple of people were walking on a trail. They have been walking for about an hour and a half. They come across a path that they know where it goes but then there is another path that they don’t.