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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! :) 

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Feb 13

The House

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Feb 13

The Pendant

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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. 
Feb 22
AnonymousElephant's picture

The Sound Of Darkness

The words cut deep in my mind as I replay what she said to me. What they all say by their looks when I walk down the hall. The whispers I hear behind me in class. They think I don't know, but what they really don't know how deep they break me. I try so hard to be kind hoping something might change but it never does. I smile and laugh when I'm supposed to, and cry and pout when others do the same.
Feb 22
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Narcissist

I suppose each of those other pins, the yellow ones, probably thinks they’re special and unique. And, yes, I suppose they are all slightly different. A slight anomaly on that one, this one’s a bit shorter than the others. But I know better. For all intents and purposes, they’re all the same. Each is disposable. Nobody would notice if they were to die, and even if they did, they wouldn’t care. They can be replaced. There are so many of them, one of them doesn’t even matter.
Feb 22
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Euthanasia in the Netherlands 2002

Hello. My name is Eva Jansen. I live in the Netherlands and am now 19 years old. My grandmother passed away last year at the age of 83, but four years ago, in 1999, she had a stroke and fell into a coma. She was immediately rushed to the hospital and put on life support. To me, that was the day my grandmother died.
Feb 21

Earth


The wood rots.
Praying the mushy 2x4 will hold my weight,
I heave my body into the familiar crevice,
a cradle of trunk that held me as a child.
I almost don’t fit anymore.
To my right, a rusted nail stares back at me,
its head twisted and mouth agape in despair,
a pitiful remnant of the fort that once stood here,
stronghold against pirates and giants and mothers:
every mortal enemy of a five-year-old and his sister.
Feb 21

Currently Untitled

    She looks at herself in the reflection of the neighborhood swimming pool down the road from her house and thinks, why am I even here? All alone, by herself, hearing absolutely nothing while chlorine fills her nose. Unable to swim, this beautiful teenage girl looks into the pool and sees nothing but a dark soul with nothing to look forward to.
Feb 21
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goodnight #vtwrites18

My eyes open to a sea of darkness. Sweat covers my body and my mind is racing about how to determine if that nightmare really happened. I look around as my eyes start to adjust to the dark. I turn over to get my phone and press my thumb against the home button. A wave of light burns my eyes and I quickly turn down the brightness. 12:46 am the clock reads. I look away and get out of bed to quench my major thirst.
Feb 21
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Phone Calls and Footsteps


The phone rang loudly. I got up to answer it, when I heard footsteps on the back porch. It was probably just a cat, I thought. It sounded a little heavy for a cat, but I just shrugged it off.

The phone was still ringing, oddly enough. I picked it up, not saying a word in case it was a robo call. At first, silence, then I heard footsteps on the porch again, and on the phone the same footsteps. Then, in a low voice, "Turn around..."
Feb 21
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The Best Day


"Brrrringg brrrrinnggg!" my phone rang. I grabbed it out of my pocket and a voice, very deep answers my phone.
"Turn around..." the voice said.
I was scared. I though that this was the end, you know? This is exactly how a horror movie starts.
I felt my feet slightly move. My head turned. "Lindsey!"
"Maya!"
"OMG, I can't believe you're here!" Lindsey was my best friend from my old school. We hugged. "I haven't seen you in forever!"
"I know!" Maya said.
Feb 21
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I Am


I am the one who will be the best, stay the best, and never be the worst. I will always be passionate about my sport. I will keep my head held high even when times are rough. No tear will roll down my cheek until an Olympic medal hangs around my neck. I will never quit. "Quit" won't ever be part of my thoughts. As my best friends quit, I will stay. I will make friends with the others who are passionate.
Feb 21
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To My Surprise


My phone rings. I answer.
A small and soft whisper said, "Turn around..."
I thought for a moment and I decided to turn around.
To my surprise, a man was holding a sack and he threw the sack over me.
I could tell I was in a car because we were hitting bumps.
The man stopped.

Kolby Bradley
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School

#vtwrites18
Feb 21
Ms. Naugle's picture

Vudu


There was once a black cat named Vudu. She had fur as black as night, eyes as yellow as the sun, and paws as white as the stars.

"Hello?" Vudu mewed. Where am I? Vudu pondered. She took a glance at her surroundings. She was in a lush wintery forest, that was magical and warm. The wind started to howl...

"You must find an old friend you won't remember..." the mysterious voice trailed off in the wind.

"Hello?" Vudu meowed.
Feb 21
Ms. Naugle's picture

Giraffes


giraffes are the best animals on earth it is because i think they are sooo cute; they are tall they are nice they have lots of books about themand giffes eat leaves and sleep i lik girafes lik all niamals but the giraffeess are the best they the best of al. One day I went to zoo with dad because I ate stuff then went see giraffee

#vtwrites18

Celino Eto
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
Feb 21
Ms. Naugle's picture

Turn Around


I was in my room and hanging out with my friend. We were the only ones in the house. Then, the phone rang. The phone said the person had no Caller Id. I answered it just in case it was someone I knew. When I was listening to the phone carefully, there was an awkward silence. When I was about to say hi, a voica whispered, "Turn around..." I hesitated. Then I finally had the courage to turn around. When I faced the direction that the voice wanted me to, I screamed.
Feb 21
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Toxicity

It reaches for me with grey fingers like smoke, like ash. Tears its claws down the soft lining of my throat, my lungs. I gasp and choke, backing up, backing away. But it's hard to escape when it's everywhere. It weaves smog hands into my hair and pours out its toxicity. In desperation my mouth squeezes shut and my hand lifts to pinch my nose, but somehow it oozes its way through, grey self curling downwards where it burns me.
Feb 20

Gym


It was a sour, rainy day. The clouds selfishly covered the sky, spitting angry tears upon anyone that dared to show her face outside. The 4th graders of Wellington Elementary School gathered in the gym, huddled together in one mass, uniform in ill-fitting green and white shorts and t-shirts. Each child had a frown on his or her face, due to the weather and the fact they couldn’t play outside like they usually did for physical education.
Feb 20

Kafkaesque Writing Style Piece

That jean jacket attracted her dark eyes every time it graced her with its presence. It wasn’t exactly dark, but it wasn’t exactly light either. It was an in-between shade that captured her full attention every time she saw it. The buttons down the front were always open, except a few that were loosely secured towards the bottom. The shoulder blades that occupied the space underneath the rough denim moved solemnly, only to shift to a new position, but most of the time stayed rigidly still.
Feb 20
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Turn around

My phone rings with an anonymous number, at first I ignore it but then the caller kept on calling so i picked it up. Then I heard a faint, gastly voice say, “turn around”. At first I didn't know what to do but then i realized that I wasn't home. I Didn't know where i was so i started panicking. Then after a while I heard a tv turn on behind me so I turned around. The person on the tv was wearing an all red mask with a black lines on the cheeks.