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Mar 24
mythicalquill's picture

Family Connections

I just got off the phone with my two grandparents. We don’t talk often, so it was a nice surprise to hear from them; especially now, when my grandma isn’t feeling so well.
Out of the blue, my mom knocked on my door and handed me the phone. I answered.
From the other end, my grandpa responded with, “We saw your article, and we’d love to talk about our family names!”
Mar 24

Just An Average Family Part 2

Maria sprinted away into town. She ran for hours, not knowing if the killer was following her or not. When she made it into town near midnight, she found the streets empty and lights off. "Everyone must be asleep..." she thought. She walked down the sidewalks in neighborhoods, looking for someone to help. She came to a gas station that was open 24/7. Maria walked in and found an empty store except for the cashier. The cashier asked why she was here and where were her parents. She was about to make up some lie about where they were when she burst into tears. The cahsier tried to tell her something, but Maria was already gone. As she ran away from the gas station, she stopped and realized she was lost. She laid down on the side of the road, falling asleep, with no idea what to do. She woke up that morning with a kid shaking her awake. "Hey," the kid said, "Are you okay?
Mar 24
Abigail.hebert's picture

Home

 
                        I like sitting on the brown leather seats after a rifle match taking in the warmth from the wood stove, waiting with anticipation to see my scores. When I am riding in my coach’s old red Ford pickup truck up the narrow dirt road and we pull into the range for practice, I feel the most like me and I know I’m going to do what I love. I am supported and loved by my team, that is a true family, and the glue holding us all together, a sweet old man in his 70s with balding white hair and a passion for coaching. When I get to the range, I change out of my high-waisted skirt and tall, black, leather boots and into my stiff, suede, leather, red white and blue shooting pants and matching jacket, throwing my hair into a ponytail. I become a different side of myself.
Mar 24
Anonomous's picture

That Night


I almost lost you
I didn’t even see it coming
You planned it all out, didn’t you?
Step by step
Location, amount, reason.
You seemed happy, but I guess you’re good at acting
You thought you had no one
But you had me, you will always have me
You know that…right?
You know I cried every night after it happened
Sleepless night after sleepless night
You know, it’s almost been 2 years from that night
I remember every detail
You were unconscious in the bed
Hooked up to wires and machines.
I’ve had so many questions since then:
Why?
Did you know that I was at the hospital with you…next to you…holding your hand?
Do you still feel this way?
Do you know that every time you leave the house I worry, never taking my eye off the clock?
Mar 24

Birthday Party


I wait for more.
I watch my sister watching the door.
Waiting for the guests to arrive.
Because then we can go to Sky High.
Oh wait, I thought it sitting in my chair.
That we are actually going to Get Air.
At first there's none,
Then there's one.
Two.
Time to go.
We must get on the road.
Some things are messed up, but we'll make it up.
Some met at the school, but that was meant for the pool.
One is already there,
So they'll just need to wait for their
friends.
Until the wait gets to an end.

Look we're there!
But the friend is not here.
Where could she be?
Is she waiting for me?

We hop into line,
Until it's our time,
To get to the front.
Some of us jump.

Look!
Here she comes.
Her socks? She has none!
Mar 24

Birthday Party


I wait for more.
I watch my sister watching the door.
Waiting for the guests to arrive.
Because then we can go to Sky High.
Oh wait, I thought it sitting in my chair.
That we are actually going to Get Air.
At first there's none,
Then there's one.
Two.
Time to go.
We must get on the road.
Some things are messed up, but we'll make it up.
Some met at the school, but that was meant for the pool.
One is already there,
So they'll just need to wait for their
friends.
Until the wait gets to an end.

Look we're there!
But the friend is not here.
Where could she be?
Is she waiting for me?

We hop into line,
Until it's our time,
To get to the front.
Some of us jump.

Look!
Here she comes.
Her socks? She has none!
Mar 24
gurunga's picture

Until next time

I wake up one morning, I hear the birds chirping as I roll out of bed. I start walking outside, the wind blows into my face as if someone is screaming at me. I see the chime fluttering elegantly though the wind. I can hear the beautiful song the chime is playing as if it was playing a symphony all for me. The song fades as the wind passes, “until next time,” I say.
 
Mar 23

How Do We See Scars?

"... and I ask you right here to please agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived."~ Little Bee by Chris Cleave
Mar 23
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the visit

n the month of December my family decided to veer away from opening presents by the fire or leaving out a fresh batch of cookies and warm milk for santa. my parents decided we should go visit my aunt Dorothy’s house, me my brother and my sister hated our aunt, she hated Christmas just as much as she hated us, she avoided Christmas like the plague and she wanted nothing more than to rub it in our face. When we got the news that we were going to our aunt's house we were sick at the thought of abandoning our sweet holiday home for the the dark pit that is our aunt's house. Once we arrived at our aunt Dorothy's house me and my brother wanted to take the room at the far end of the hall so we could avoid our aunt as much as we could.
Mar 23
charroj1's picture

winter

n the month of December my family decided to veer away from opening presents by the fire or leaving out a fresh batch of cookies and warm milk for santa. my parents decided we should go visit my aunt Dorothy’s house, me my brother and my sister hated our aunt, she hated Christmas just as much as she hated us, she avoided Christmas like the plague and she wanted nothing more than to rub it in our face. When we got the news that we were going to our aunt's house we were sick at the thought of abandoning our sweet holiday home for the the dark pit that is our aunt's house. Once we arrived at our aunt Dorothy's house me and my brother wanted to take the room at the far end of the hall so we could avoid our aunt as much as we could.
Mar 23
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My Birthday Presents


One day when my Gram picked up my sister and me from school we went to her house. It was almost my birthday and when it is almost my birthday I look for presents at my gram’s house. My gram usually hides my presents under her bed. This time when I looked under her bed they were not there. 

Suddenly a voice says, “Watcha doing? ’’

“ Ahhh. You scared me.’’ 

“ Sorry”,  Martina said. Martina is my sister. 

“ So what are you doing? ’’ 

“ I’m looking for my presents.  Shhh don’t tell gram. ’’ 

“ Ok. Can I help you? ’’ 

“Sure.’’ 

Meanwhile we looked everywhere. Then we hear this crumbly noise coming from upstairs. I say, “What’s that noise?” 

“ I don’t know”, said Martina. Then we see our gram coming out of a rustic doorway down the hall. 
Mar 23
alexmistkowski's picture

Waiting

Tonight my school's band has a concert
I'm staying after school to play in it and absolutely cannot wait!
Since school end at 2:45 and the concert isn't until 7:30, I'm gonna hang out with one of my friends
I'm kinda nervous for both...
I'm nervous for the concert because we have two separate bands that only get to rehearse together twice before the concert.
And I'm nervous for hanging out with my friend because I think they found out that I like them.... 

Tonight is going to be interesting
But first I have to get through the rest of the school day!
 
Mar 22
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Jean's picture

Lost Box


I went up stairs in the attic. I saw a box that had my name on it so I opened it. There was a little city inside. I found out it was a magical box that let me come inside. I became tiny. I saw everything I had lost at my grandmother’s house. I kept the box a secret forever. It stayed in the attic and sometime I might go back in it again.
 
Mar 21
Fiona Ella's picture

Conversations with my Brother in the Car

We kept silent most of the time; I am not the best conversationalist the world's ever seen, and the radio was on. I hadn't seen my brother since he went back to college in January; even before then we'd never been the sort of siblings who spend all their time together. We were, after all, five years apart and the difference between almost fourteen and recently-turned nineteen is a large one. We'd been closer when we were younger—reportedly we shared a bed for the entirety of my first grade year. I'd made him play horses with me once upon a time, and we'd sent ourselves into hysteria over Monty Python when I was little. Now, though, we'd grown distant and he lived in Baltimore. It was harder to think of something to talk about.

Mar 20
alexmistkowski's picture

Siblings

I have a lot of siblings. Seven to be exact... 

JOEY-
He's my older brother. He means everything to me because he's always been there for me and always protects me. He's 21 now, so he moved out. I miss having him around so often. I don't really see him much anymore and he doesn't really text back. He's still the best brother in the world, even if he's not around!

CALLI-
My oldest sister... She blames almost everything on me and acts like a toddler (even though she's 19). She expects me to be okay with everything and just accept it without reacting.

JESSIE-