Nov 09
fiction 3 comments challenge: Club
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This guy asked me to join his club

"Mate, this guy just asked me yesterday if I wanted to join his club."

"Woah, what'd ya say?"

"Well obviously I asked him what it was about, you know?"

"Don't tell me it was some kinda cult or somethin' freaky like that."

"Geez no, he said it was a book club."

"Oh yeah? Sounds chill."

"And then I asked him if you could come, cause I thought you would love to go."

"Aww that's sweet."

"But then this jerk is like "No way your friend's got issues" 





"Haha oml, thanks for that"

"No problem mate, anyone that's got beef with you has got beef with me"
Oct 19

The Jump

The Jump
My feet crunched the snow as my thick boots led me toward the hill. It was mid-winter, a warmer day than most, and the tramping was making my forehead sweat. My friend Clementine was ahead of me, my short legs and puffy snowsuit weighing me down-and slowing me down. Finally, I reached the top of the hill. I sat down, not caring if my butt got wet or not. Mindlessly, my mittens picked up a ball of snow and packed it evenly. This was the best packing snow of the winter. It was the perfect mixture of wet and fluffy, a combination rare at least to Vermont. Judson, another friend, was thinking the same thing.
Dec 05

Ten Days of Winter, 1892

Editor's note: In the 11+ years of this site, I have shared only a couple of things on the belief that this is your site, not mine. But I am sharking this because, well, becaue I thought you might like to read/listen to it and, also, to see that some stories take a long time to develop. I'd love some feedback -- this is your chance! :) 

I wrote this piece of fiction for Winter Tales 2017 and it was presented by Vermont Stage in its shows Dec. 6-10, 2017 at FlynnSpace. (It also was going to be presented at a similar winter story show in East Montpelier on Dec. 16.)

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Feb 13

The House

NOTE: This is part of the Sprout1 Challenge. This piece was written by an anonymous writer during Vermont Writes Day, and we loved how it started us thinking. How about you? If you would like to extend this story, please click the SPROUT button below and continue it. If you find lots of sprouts, and we hope you will over time, and you like where someone else has taken this, sprout that post. Have fun. And we thank whoever posted this on on Friday, Feb. 10, 2017. (We have made a few edits, by the way.)
Feb 13

The Pendant

NOTE: This is part of the Sprout1 Challenge. This piece was written by an anonymous writer during Vermont Writes Day, and we loved how it started us thinking. How about you? If you would like to extend this story, please click the SPROUT button below and continue it. If you find lots of sprouts, and we hope you will over time, and you like where someone else has taken this, sprout that post. Have fun. And we thank whoever posted this on on Friday, Feb. 10, 2017. (We have made a few edits, by the way.)

The old iron bell jangles as I step into the familiar shop. I wave to the owner, a kindly old gentleman, who smiles at me as he always does and says hello. He seems to appreciate my visits, even though I don't often buy anything. 

I make my way through a maze of old bookshelves and chairs, paintings, vases and other miscellaneous objects. I know almost all of it by memory and can tell whenever the store has sold something. 

The One

“I am leaving because you haven’t treated me how a kid should be treated,” I say to my mom. I grab a backpack and fill it up with a blanket, candy, snacks, money, and clothes for the time I am out here. I run out the door into the hot sun and pick a street to go down. I chose to go down east street and then down into a deep forest. The sun is starting to go behind the mountains when I come to a valley. I saw a white, beautiful, peaceful and lovely Lipizzan standing so greatly that I thought I was dreaming. I walked out into the valley slowly. The white stallion started to gallup away from me and suddenly I felt lonely and my heart felt empty. I shoulda never left home. 
Dec 04
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Her Constellations

The light was soft, painfully soft. The exquisite gold of the sunrise muffled our passion. I reached for her hand, but she pulled away, regarding her own reflection in the lake with clinical poise. I understood then, in the smallness of that single wordless movement, how I chafed her. My human smile, my human lips, my desperation; she ached for the clean emotions of love and hate. Our relationship was filthy and confusing. 

We sat on the edge of a round lake, surrounded by tall pines and implicit shapes veiled by the thick summer air. I grasped helplessly at hidden flowers.

I fell back onto the wet grass, the light had solidified, revealing the dull clarity of morning. “I find you beautiful, you know. Like a collection of unquantifiable stars I have tried to flatten into a constellation.” 

Us Elves on The Shelves

 I’m Fiona, and I am a travel elf. You all know me as Elf on the Shelf. There are many of us in the world! Though, there are many other kinds of elves! Santa says that our job is very important.  You know the big guy that has a fluffy white beard, and a red suit? He comes down your chimney and gives you presents. Anyways, we help him make sure you are behaving. 

Parents and kids can give us mini notes and we will write back to you. We always go back to the North Pole at night to report to Santa. We then fly all the way back to your house because we are magical. We then hide in your house for you to find. This is fun for you in the morning when you search for us.
Dec 03

Untitled (So far!)

Thanks, SpookyCatHalloween, for the idea! This one's for you, love. 

The Horror

It was a dark night with no ice cream in sight and no chicken to peek, squeak or speak. No chicken nuggets? On the five food groups planet.How can this be happening?...Wait...WHERE IS PLANET BEEF! 

I have to travel to the planet Pork to make an Alliance. We must figure out what's happening!!!

Wait, where is planet Pork!?! IT'S GONE!

    THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! No food means no life. I want a cheeseburger right now, or french fries and chicken. BUT THERE IS NO FOOD! Is that a turkey? THAT MEANS FOOD. YES!

It is gone! NO

    Are those FOOD ZOMBIES? Are they rotten? Wait, one has 10 eyes, how? At least I have food weapons...WHAT!!! WHERE IS MY FOOD SWORD? THE TURKEY JUST RAN AWAY WITH IT! Now I have to find more food! RUN!!!

(Two hours later)

Look Closer

I, May Cantabell was sitting in my favorite pine tree within the forest. I called it, The Great Pine. My curly dark brown hair waved in the wind. Yet again, spring had come to the farm. While sitting here I daydreamed about the baby chickens that would be coming and  the new calves. Momma's flower garden is blooming with many purples, blue tulips but my favorite is the pink tulips. The forest floor beneath me is  covered  in mud. Vermont is known for having a mud season. I watch as geese fly back home in their V-shape form. Watching them fly makes me want to fly too. 
Dec 03

Future Dictations from Dr Ikco #90

Prompt: You get a letter from someone who claims to be you from a different dimension. What does it say?

    (Please note this letter is written via voice dictation- anything the writer says will be typed out. DO not be alarmed- Beta Team 01732

...Is it on. no? Now? Don't eat my sandwich this will only take- Ah! Red button. Ok ready to record? Everyone? Goo- NO SANDWHICH EATING! -Ok. Go! 

Ehhem. This is E-letter 6736. Date May 13, Time 13:43. Beta experimental group 4.
Dear person who receives this letter. Please do not panic! 
I, am from the future.

My name is Dr Ikco and I am talking- er-writing to you as part of experiment 009. We, the lab and such, are trying to communicate with past generations to give you tips, and advice on how to maybe change the course of history so your future- our present- will be a better past.
Make sense? Cool. 
Dec 03

Untitled Novel Part 1 of chapter 1

Main Story: This girl Roxanne is a telepath and nobody knows and she lives with her mother in a huge mansion.

Chapter One
Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.
-Edgar Allan Poe

    I settled in front of the dining room table and I envisioned myself sitting there alone. As usual of course. Stupid head of mine ruins everything. Instead of sitting down like normal, I walked to the front room and sat before the fire. The high ceilings were drafty and there's not much furniture in the house. It always felt empty and quiet even though everything was still loud and booming in my ears. No not ears, brain. I could hear their angry thoughts from the first story of our huge house. Always so loud those adults. It’s like they want everyone to know their thoughts. Something shifted in the air and I didn’t have to look but I could sense my mother looking at me from the high balcony. 
Dec 03

Chapter II

Adelaide, Winnie, and Suzannah spent the last day of vacation in Adelaide’s yard, where they threw snow at each other (Adelaide accidentally hit Suzannah in the mouth several times) and held a mock funeral for a snowman who had been knocked down in their horseplay. Despite this happiness of the ending of vacation, it was an ending nonetheless, so trudging off to the schoolhouse the next morning felt nothing short of excruciating 

That day was mostly made up of overly chipper instructors and groggy students, who were fully unprepared for the boredom they would once again face. Adelaide was walking home with Suzannah when she felt someone tap her shoulder. Expecting it to be one of Frederick’s admirers she whipped around quite quickly, which startled poor Edwin half out of his wits.

“Oh, it’s you! Sorry about that.” 

“It’s nothing.”

“Who is this?”
Nov 30


I stumbled into the doors with a grin, the rain soaking through my shirt. The full spring sun was gone, replaced by the cold harsh winds and their rain and snow. 

"Hello," I greeted the librarian that sat at the front desk with a smile that I hoped beamed through my emotion restrictive mask. She gave a small smile back and a slight nod. 

My shoes clopped against the blank beige flooring that covered the library floor clip clop clip clop they sounded against the linoleum, “Hey,” I spoke out against the stark silence that coated the library walls toward a young teen that sat in a large red chair twice his size. He gave a small crinkle of the eye in my direction which I in turn interpreted as a smile.
Nov 30


My breath catches in my throat as I watch them plummet to the floor shattering to pieces. A ragged sob escapes my lips as the faces become unrecognizable, the frames split, and water seeps through the photographs from the dripping, rusty pipes lining the concrete walls. The guard laughs and kicks the door to my cell with her steel-toed boot, rattling it on it’s hinges. I slide down the wall to the floor, no longer caring about the cold dampness that meets me there, having grown accustomed to it over the months. I drag my fingers across the floor feeling the sharpness of the glass and the splintered wood of the frames, not daring to look at the pictures, ruined for sure. I sigh into the cold night air, steam puffing up like a runaway train through the high barred cell window. 

Nov 28
fiction 0 comments challenge: Room
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My Dream Room

I would love to have a trampoline in my room, so I can jump all day long. I also want to have a little candy stand so I can eat candy at night. Yum. I definitely want to have real snow guns on my ceiling so I can make a snow angel in my room. I want to have a zipline from my ceiling to my bed. It is going to be fun. I want to have an explosive science kit so I can do experiments. I want my walls to be green because it is my favorite color.

Thomas Talens
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
Nov 28
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Mike woke up to the glistening sound of silence. His eyes were presented to the deep woods. early afternoon it seemed, with a stench of birch tree in the air. Mike was confused with a few questions, how did I get here? Where am I? Where’s my family? He noticed scratches and bruises all over him. 

ZOOM...  It got to him, 3 things he knew about himself. 

1. I’m an 11 year old kid

2. I know my dad's number

3. I’m in Killington, Vermont
Nov 28
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Aliens Are Coming: Parts I, II, and III

Hello. I am here to tell you that aliens are coming some time soon. As long as we wear tinfoil hats and tinfoil cloth we are protected from them, so hurry up and get the tinfoil on!!! Stop!! And get your tinfoil go buy some now. Aliens are coming and my proof is all true. I saw a U.F.O last night. It is coming. The apocalypse is coming. Oh boy. Oh no. It's going to happen any minute. Oh. You want more proof? Okay. I heard that last century an alien or two landed on earth. My great great great grandpa had photo proof. Oh and after he took the photo, his wife died and my great great grandma was only two. It was a war and the aliens are back for more!!! Bye now. I must go buy more tinfoil.

Nov 28
fiction 0 comments challenge: Room
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My Dream Bedroom

My dream bedroom floor is a big trampoline and the walls are big ping pong tables. Also my bedroom has a second floor that's my own personal McDonalds!  My ceiling is a big trampoline and the bed is a king size purple mattress. There's also a basement that has an infinite fast food station. There’s also a video game room that gives me whatever console I want to play on, so if I wanted to play on an Xbox One, I would just say Xbox One and then it would appear. Also, there's a balcony on the second floor with a diving board on it so I could just jump into a pool that attaches to the basement (Also my room is in the sky).

Eli Linder
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School