Fiction

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.

The Sugar Maple bird home

By Adelynne Cimonetti
  

To a newcomer, the city was a bursting beam of opportunity, a spike of life in a climate so bare, a colorfully enticing knit cloth in a dark room. 

 Far away tucked under ground lies an ancient world with a gold’n tree.Its roots spread from corner to corner of this ancient land, maintaining life. 

For me it is hard enough to even show or have emotion, let alone fall in love. Then I met him, his name was Jared. He was ridiculously sweet, even when I didn’t laugh at his jokes. He didn’t seem to care that I didn’t show emotion.

            There is a tree, it is a golden birch tree. This tree is in the middle of nowhere. Most people who live in the town next to the tree will go to this specific tree.