Fiction

Ellie was in a position she had only dreamed of. She was on stage at the most famous dance theater in the world. This was not how she'd imagined she would feel though. Ellie thought she would be proud, exited, and a little nervous.

I  walked down from the science lab to go to my lunch break when I saw what looked like a blue flashing light on the other side of a door. At first, I just thought it was a science experiment or someone flashing blue light on the other side.

A little boy was in the forest. He loved the forest, and he had been coming there all his life. He had in fact come there so often, he could feel what the Forest was feeling. One day, on the day our story today focuses on, The Forest felt different.

“ Too bad it's rainy out,” I said to my friend Wylie. We were just about to go outside and go on a walk. We decided that we would just put on our raincoats and deal with the rain.

Myla hid behind her hair as a giant crowd of people pushed each other to see her.
She hated this. She had to be fancy and she could never have fun. She could never be her real self.

I was walking through the woods and everything suddenly disappeared, I didn’t feel scared at all. It just happened. Then I realized there was this presence that was watching me. I could feel it watching me, yet I saw this object.

    This happened about a year ago. I was walking home from school one day on the street 45 Appleblossom Lane, when I saw a door on the ground.

  It's a small window, with wood frames and frozen glass. The outside is covered with ice, the inside warm next to the fire beside me. Trees sway outside, snow drifting off their branches.

Don’t you get it? I love you, Jay! I’ve loved you since you transferred here a year ago. Since you showed up to English class every day late for the first week you were here, because you couldn’t find the room and you were to shy to ask someone.

15 YEARS EARLIER

“Grandpa tell me another story,” I ask as I jump up and down in my bed.

“Haha, ok ok,” He said. “Once upon a time there was a group of adventurers,” my grandfather started.

Just a Sandwich 

Written by: Josie Haley 

“It’s just a sandwich, Kiara, do you really need this to get through finals?” 

If I were to relive one day over and over again, my day would be simple. It wouldn’t be a holiday or any special day in particular. Not one that is even that much different from every other day.