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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.
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 vermontwritesday.org 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. 
Nov 22

Her Sister's Seaglass

She smashes the pieces of her sister's seaglass onto the ground,
multitudes of colors like sugar thrown into her eyes,
rocking back and forwards in anticipation to show her sister,
how many more pieces of sea glass she would have now.
Nov 22
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the monster under the bed


I wonder why the dark clouds always hide the bright sun.
They take its brightness and destroy it, locking it in a grey cage for years at a time.
They engulf the large rays of the sun and obscure them from the world, like monsters they leave everyone else to fend for themselves. They take the warmth and the love and leave us only with darkness.
Nov 22

GHOST CITY: The beginning of an adventure

GHOST CITY: THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE
Nov 22

Gems chapter 32- Heather (nanowrimo draft)

A/N: I accidently switched around two chapters so if you already read this you probably have to go to chapter 31 for the new update 


Travelling above the forest instead of through it was a lot faster. I was going as fast as I could. Strangely enough, the wind rushing past me didn’t make my eyes sting or water. I guess having the power of flight would be pretty useless if you couldn’t see every time you went fast.
Nov 22
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One Day


One day, I went to my grandmother's house. I was sitting by the window having hot chocolate and her famous peanut butter cookies. When I noticed a dove just chilling on the patio. I just thought and thought about what it would be like to be a dove. It just looked so peaceful sitting there looking at the mountains with the sun starting peek over them. Then it came to mind that there are lots of other tiny critters living on the dove, and what they might be doing.
Nov 21

Silvi (MadCap: Character Bowl)

Silvi, 32, a card shark. Always looking for the hustle.

Tonight, she can be found in the small club downtown, wearing blue stilettoes and an ivory evening dress, a patterned shawl draped over her shoulders and Foofoo sitting on the booth seat next to her.

Her little dog, the kind that fits in a purse, the kind that some people call a "purse rat," his name was Foofoo. Yes. Cringe. But, really, we should feel sorry for Foofoo.
Nov 21
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​Squirrels Aren’t Good with Maps


Squirrels Aren’t Good with Maps
Nov 21
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Bowling

'Whoosh' the ball flies at the pins.
'Boom' a strike.
'Rerrrrrrr' a new ball.
'Shhhh' slide of the shoes.
'Clonk, Clunk' 5 pins.
'Beep, Beep' 17 points.
'Yay' another turn.
'Shhh, whoosh, boom, rerrrrrrr, shhhh, whoosh, clonk, clunk, beep, beep, yay'
One game, 7 different sounds, all reapeted many times.
 
Nov 21

Gems chapter 31- Zack (nanowrimo draft)

A/N: I accidentally posted some chapters in the wrong order so if you're confused that's why sorry
Nov 21
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Where The Rain Falls

Where The Rain Falls
By Jordan Smith
Monday
Nov 20

Gems chapter 30- Aiden (nanowrimo draft)

Teleporting felt weird because it felt like nothing at all. One second I was on the ground, then suddenly I was on the roof of a tower covered in fog except the small corner my friend and I were standing in. I was still confused about what to call him. Zack? Diamond? Zamond? Diamack? Everyone had too many names.
I scrambled away from Diamond and the fog as much as I could without falling off the edge of the tower. It was a long way down. I was afraid of heights.
Nov 20
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That one night

    It was a cold dark night, I was looking for my son. I just found out he was in the hospital. My car broke down near an orphanage, I hoped that someone could help or they had a phone so I could get my car fixed. I walked up and pressed the button to call for someone. The door instantly opened. I walked in to find it abandoned. “Hello” I said, nothing responded except my echo. When I turned to leave the door was shut. I tried to open it but it was locked.
Nov 20
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Hiding

    I’m sitting in a park with my head hung low. There are children yelling and screaming with joy. I come here often times at night or when I need time to myself. “Why does this always happen?” I think to myself. About a month ago in this very spot I saw her, I was half asleep when she walked up to me. “Are you ok?” she asks. I nod and look up. She sits down next to me and we start talking. “See ya tomorrow?” she asks. “Yeah” I say. The next day she shows up and we talk again.
Nov 20
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Controlling Emotions

Rage, Hatred, and self-pity, emotion become people and grab ahold of me. I am being dragged in and out of cities and country towns. We stop at an abandoned city. “The city of despair” A sign says just before the entrance. I plant my feet and try to break free of my emotions but they drag me into the city. They kick open a door to one of the buildings and throws me in.
Nov 20
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The orphanage

    Walking home I stop and see my friends, they’re waving. I run up to them and look at the building them. “This is it.” Laurence says. We stare at it for about five minutes “I heard someone died in there” Zyana says. “What you scared now” I ask. “No I’m just saying” she says laughing nervously. We walk through the gates and the gate closes.
Nov 20

chapter 29- Josh (nanowrimo draft)

A/N: I can't tell if this is legit cheesy or if it's just me thinking it is but here you go 

Heather and Aiden had explained everything I had missed while I was moping at the lake. Orvan said Meo was possessed by a guy named Devarus, but Orvan could have been lying so Heather wasn’t sure. I didn’t really care if it was Meo or someone else. Either way, there was purple fog killing innocent people and I wanted to stop it.
Nov 19

Chapter 28- Heather (nanowrimo draft

A/N: Huston, we have a problem

After starving for days, those bad guys’ underground base was paradise. Josh, Aiden, and I had had a huge feast after I was bandaged up.  We found some backpacks and stored even more supplies, but then we decided we had to go. The army of bad dudes would probably return. I was injured, Aiden would die if he used his powers, and Josh couldn’t use his anymore.
Nov 18

Border chapter eight

Chapter eight

This is where I start doubting myself. The story seems to fall apart, but I will trudge forward!! It’s still the first draft, hey? :D

Ryan sneered. I froze in shock. Was Ryan tracking us? How do I know if I’m in the real world?
“Okay, Ryan,” said Emily. “Why do you want us?”
Ryan laughed.
“I don’t want you, I want you to get out of my way. I want WILL.”
I stepped backwards, gulping.