Fiction

Johnny was moving into his new house with his parents. It was an old creaky house without any electricity. They moved to this house because Johnny’s father got a new job and their old house was too far away.

     It was cold.

This is the story of Bloodpaw. Evil, bloodthirsty, somehow painless, grey cat. He has ravaged villages and clans, and even with all his cuts, gashes, and scars he still stands. Born weak and sickly his parents assumed best to abandon him completely.

     My feet pound into the frozen ground as I  dash to the icy blue waters. In one sudden leap I thrust myself back into its bone chilling depths.

   Hot water steams from my mug, color swirling away from the tea bag.

The snow has finally fallen and it's now my favorite season. The way the cold air greets me as I walk out the door in the morning is amazing. I have to start my car at least 10 minutes before I leave so I can see out the windshield.

The view from many mountains in Vermont are always ones to remember. The sea of rolling hills and green trees, the little splotches of houses here and there way off in the distance.

My fingers fumbled with the laces of my sneakers, quickly trying to tie them together. After the two were together, I got up and put on my favorite dark blue sweatshirt and opened the door to my front lawn.

On a cold winter night, when the wind and snow were blowing so hard that you couldn’t see anything, Jake, George and little Simon were staring outside the television room window of their two floor house.

I opened the car door, the cool autumn breeze hitting my face and the bright sun causing me to cover my eyes. I made sure my mask was on correctly before jumping out of the car.

Seasonal

All Hallows’. It’s said that the veil between the living and the dead is thin at Halloween. Tell a story that revolves around the thin veil. Try to make it descriptive and suspenseful, ghostly but not gory.