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Use this phrase, or a variation, in a poem or story, “She found hope between the buttery, melted lines of her grilled cheese.” [Photo by Asnim Ansari, Unsplash]

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Nov 07

fiction challenge: Melted Lines

abigail.r467

Cheddar Jack Grilled Cheese

It started off as one of the brightest days in Mia’s hometown, Montanna. The cordate leaves on the slim trees gleamed with joy. Gripping her 35 year old mom’s hand, she carefully walked across the street, jumping over every white line drawn on the crosswalk. Mia was overflowing with energy, considering her 6th birthday was only two days away. She twirled her hair around her finger as she carefully placed each foot over the cracks in the sidewalk, to prevent her mom from any harm. She was one of those kids who believed anything she heard, whole heartedly. So once her grandpa jokingly stated “step on a crack, break your mother’s back”, she was very cautious with every skip, leap, gallop, or stride. Five minutes into their walk Mia’s calves started to ache. She had decided to wear her favorite white chunky heels with a design of Snow White’s face on the tip. Which she now realized was not the best idea.

Posted: 11.07.22

Oct 29

fiction challenge: Melted Lines

Noell.k21

Decisions

As she sat down in the secluded booth in the corner of the diner, she couldn’t help but stare out the window. Every person that passed by had been given a made-up story by her mind, whether they were a writer or a dancer, they were all unique. She shrugged her coat off and put in her order, smiling at the waitress as she handed over the menu.

As more and more people passed the window, she fell into deep thought. The made-up stories of strangers got her to think of her life, and everything that she needed to do. There were so many decisions needed to be made and things needed to be done that she kept putting off, and she couldn’t ignore them any longer.

Posted: 10.29.21

Oct 29

poem challenge: Melted Lines

jl.carlson928

Grilled Cheese

Grilled Cheese

Grilled Cheese is good,

Nice, warm and soothing,

I find hope between the buttery,

melted lines of my grilled cheese.
Buttery, lightly browned bread,

Filled with nice warm, gooey cheese.

After I come in from sledding,

Or in front of a nice warm fire,

Grilled cheese is always delicious.

Posted: 10.29.21

Oct 27

poem challenge: Melted Lines

isabelle.chen

Hope Between the Lines

She found hope between the buttery, melted lines of her grilled cheese.
A hope for warmth as the weather outside continued to freeze.
On her walk home, the chill from the breeze,
Was enough to make her sneeze.
She begged her parents to let her stay home tomorrow with a “please”,
When they grounded out a disapproved no, she sank to her knees,
And hugged her dog with a gigantic squeeze.
Perhaps she could make up an excuse that she fell ill with some infectious disease,
And lie through her teeth as she looked into the eyes of her parents,
After all that was her expertise.
But there were no guarantees to this plan of hers.
So she laid back into her chair with ease,
And found hope between the buttery, melted lines of her grilled cheese.

Posted: 10.27.21

Oct 26

poem challenge: Melted Lines

kaihillier

Grilled Cheese

She found hope between the buttery, melted lines of her grilled cheese.
She found despair in her soggy, green mess of peas.
She would have prefered to go to Applebee's,
But the wind outside was more than just a breeze,
And her parents said the road might freeze.
But she was inside with no sun to make her sneeze,
Only a fire to warm her knees,
And with a soft squeeze,
She found hope between the buttery, melted lines of her grilled cheese.

Posted: 10.26.21

Oct 24

fiction challenge: Melted Lines

chickengirltoo

It's What's for Breakfast

Izzy sat on the foot of the bed and flipped the sequins on her shirt from green to blue, green to blue, green, blue, green, blue, green. She thought as she flipped the sequins, "What on earth will I get for Ginny's birthday?" The thought was as sour as the mayo that went bad on the sandwich she had once eaten that she found in her locker. "Guess I put it in and forgot it was there", thought Izzy. Ginny was Izzy's newly adopted little sister. "BRRREAKFAST!!!!" said Izzy's mother, rolling her Rs. Izzy walked downstairs and was greeted by the smell of buttery grilled cheese. Her mother, Elizabeth Punestshin, made delicious (if not breakfasty) breakfast. Izzy sat down to eat. She found hope between the buttery melted lines of her grilled cheese. You see, the cheese was stringy when she bit into it. Just like the fur of the Angora rabbit she saw online that was up for adoption. The perfect present! Then, Izzy yelled at the top of her lungs, "ANGORA BUNNIES!

Posted: 10.24.21

Oct 24

fiction challenge: Melted Lines

Chickengirl

The Egglington Childrens Library

As she was rollerblading from the pickle factory at two am underneath a full moon, Chrysanthemum (who every one called 'Chris' to save time) saw that the lights in the Egglington Public Library were still on. Chris liked the library, even though it only had two rooms and no children's section, and she also wanted to know why someone was there at two am, so she took off her rollerblades and went in. When she got in, she saw the librarian still up, and rearranging books on the shelves.

The librarian, who was named Sole, looked bit like Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. She had wavy blonde hair in a sideways pony tail, kind of 80's clothes, surprised-looking blue eyes, and a dreamy smile. Insted of spectrospecs, she wore purple rectangular glasses. Tonight though, she didn't look dreamy or surprised. She looked worn out. Still, she smiled when Chris walked in.

"What are you doing here so early?" she asked.

"Isn't it late?" asked Chris.

Posted: 10.24.21

Oct 22

poem challenge: Melted Lines

Summit House-WCS

Grilled Hope

A little girl sat down and pouted

Because the place she sat was very crowded

With people coming from near and far

Through the door that had been left ajar

And even though the room was filled with pleas

To let them in without any fees

She found hope in the buttery melted lines, of her grilled cheese

And even though her baby brother cried

She still smiled a smile that was very wide

Her mother was trying to stimulate

Her brother as they had a very long wait

Looking down at the melted butter

Took her thoughts away from her sobbing brother

She thought all of this as they tried to get in

To a Vet Clinic called Dolphins Fin

As people around her called out in pain

Because they learned they would never see their beloved friend again

She was still happy in this place

Posted: 10.22.21

Oct 19

fiction challenge: Melted Lines

Summit House-WCS

Lucy’s Grilled Cheese

Lucy is a twelve-year-old girl with a kind disposition. Lucy liked to think she had a pretty good life, but all that was about to change. It was a cool, sunny, fall day in northern Maine. Lucy had gotten home from school that day expecting it to be like any other day of the school year. She would get home from school, her dad working in his home office, and her mother working at the hospital till nine at night. But no, that couldn’t possibly be the case today due to her parents having other plans that Lucy was unaware of. She shut the door as she walked into her home. Lucy was about to get a snack when she realized that she’d been completely oblivious of what was going on. There were boxes stacked up all over their house! Lucy’s first thought was that her parents were kicking her out. Totally freaked out, she rushed to find her dad and ask him what in the world was going on. She hollered and hollered out to him but to reply.

Posted: 10.19.21

Oct 14

fiction challenge: Melted Lines

Taylortot425

Championship game

My breathing picked up the pace, as my lungs pumped air in and out. "Don't give out on me now..." I told my legs. They shook with every step, trembling like a cat in a thunder storm. The pounding of my heart throbbed in my ears. thumping footsteps approached from behind me. I couldn't miss this shot. As I drove down the side of the court, the net was wide open. I could see the win. I could taste it. I could grasp it from right in front of me, and take a chunk out of that sweet victory. Three seconds remained on the daunting red clock that loomed over us. Adrenaline overloaded my system, sweat dripping from my head. "Whats happening?" My head shouts. I let go of the ball, and it bounces for about 30 feet before bumping into the wall behind the net. My legs became jelly, and my mind had fogged. People surrounded me, seemingly growing taller... I felt small. My vision blurred before going black--- my last view of the melted court lines before my body hit the floor.

Posted: 10.14.21

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