Fiction

An old woman and a young girl stood by the seashore. The sea was raging, large waves leaping onto the sand and gobbling back into the water in a curl of cackles. The old woman shivered. The girl opened her arms and embraced the breeze.

A DaydreamBy Isobel Woods
(Chosen Theme: Tune)
(Song Choice: To The Sky by Owl City)

I walk by, 
hardly even noticing the girl.
In fact, 
it seems as if no one truly realizes she's there. 
She holds a large stack of papers in her hands,
waiting for at least one to be taken.
Her voice doesn't yell,

Paper and porcelain coffee cups were piled high on the counter, waiting to be washed or swept into the garbage. I sat on a well worn armchair by the electric fire, pouring over three months worth of bills.

As she lifts her leg to twirl the sun swims into her eyes, glistening like stars in platinum, she takes off into a pirouette. Snapping her neck at every spot. Her toes laid flat and firm on the glossy wooden floor while whirling.

I stood on the sea shore, caressing a canister of tea. The waves pulled the sand back towards the ocean. I could feel the urgency of it in my stomach. The rhythm was relentless, mirrored in the way the wind shook me.

    10/02/2020                      Murder Maze

By:Hailey Knowles

The maze was enormous and Kassandra wasn’t even sure if there was an end to it. She had been travelling through the maze for almost a full day now and she hadn’t found the minotaur which was the reason she had gone in there in the first place.

I turn the corner, another dead end. I turn back around and go left, right, left, another dead end. Just three hours ago I was free, driving, wind in my face, music blaring. Now I'm in this impossible maze. This is my worst nightmare.

As Timothy wakes up, he hears the loud rattle of the Orito Express, the local train system, roar over his house. He gets up “Ugh, what time is it?” He checks his watch, it reads 5:34 A.M., Wednesday 6/23/2042.

      My hands brush against the dead grass, something once so green now unrecognizable. The sky is black with smoke, though there are no clouds. I pull up my mask slightly, trying to stop ash from getting inside.

I walked through a long dirty alley with a flower pinned to my jacket. I was drunk and stumbling over broken glass, gum wrappers and the laces of my shiny shoes. It wasn’t a joyous inebriation; the stars seemed distant in the brown city light.