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Feb 13
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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 vermontwritesday.org on Friday, Feb. 10, 2017. (We have made a few edits, by the way.)
Feb 13
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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. 
Mar 23
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alexwick's picture

The Corleone Chest


It all started the last time I stayed at my grandmother’s house for the weekend.

Graham Cracker (my nickname for my grandmother) had told me countless times not to ever go into the attic. No exceptions. Of course, being the curious person I was, I could not contain my curiosity anymore, so I wandered into the attic.

It was pitch black up there. Luckily, I had my phone in my pocket, which had a flashlight. I pointed the light toward the darkest corner of the attic. I noticed a big, older-than-Betty-White chest. I dusted it off, and I saw the name “Corleone” engraved on the top. Our family’s last name.

I wonder what’s inside, I thought. The chest was securely locked. Just kidding; I broke the lock by licking it… Weird.
Mar 23
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Hussein Ahmad's picture

Scary Attic


           I was so bored at my Grandmother's house. I had to stay over with her for a couple of nights because my parents went to Canada. While I was at the house, my grandmother fell asleep. I had nothing to do, so I just started walking around the house, until I found an attic. I was so curious if anything was inside. So I went to the garage to get a ladder. I went up to the attic and it was so dark in their. I saw spider webs everywhere, I even felt a spider crawling on me. My grandma once told me that the house is haunted. I didn't believe her until I started hearing whistling. I was shining my flashlight all over the attic, then I saw a brown box. I crawled in real fast and grabbed it. I opened the old, filthy, scratched box, there was a gun. There also was a paper that said “you only have one shot.” I suddenly heard footsteps, I looked back and saw my grandma.
Mar 23
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The Contest (Final Draft & Voice Recording)

Addie, who wants to gather up the courage to submit a story to the local newspaper, The Daily Star
Sawyer, her best friend who helps her keep her head and is fiercely protective of Addie
Bella, a competing writer who knows Addie is better than her and doesn't want her to submit her work
Henry and James, two characters in Addie's story
Other characters: Two women who will have no lines, a voice from offstage (Can be either Henry, James, or one of the women)

Setting: A busy street in an unspecified big city, outside of The Daily Star's headquarters
Mar 23

Ballet Shoes

    She was the embodiment of perfection. Beautiful, tall, slender, graceful, kind, intelligent. She was better than any one at every thing. Everybody longed to be her. Or they wished the second best thing, to be her friend. She was like the sun — everybody got caught in her gravitational pull. Willow was her name. 

    She chose me to be her friend. Me. Yes, me. For what reason I will never know. I could always feel people’s stares on us when I hung out with Willow. “Why her?” their expressions always seemed to say. “Why would you choose her? Why would you choose such an ordinary girl to be your friend?” I hated those people who questioned Willow’s judgement. I hated feeling unworthy of her friendship. 
Mar 23
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Freedom Lost- Part 6

Julia wraps up her letters to Maria, as she comes face to face with the dragon she helped create.
Mar 23
in fiction 0 Comments challenge: Invention
bblade19's picture

Wacky Backpack

This backpack can be used for multiple things. One thing it can be used for
 
Mar 23
in fiction 0 Comments challenge: General
Hope_for_the_future's picture

Forest

This forest was the place of my childhood,an old friend but today it's new,bolder,stronger. I can hear everything, the birds melody of calls, the breath of the wind whispering in the trees. I can feel,swaying to the spring that's flowing,ringing like a million bells.
The sent of the meadows before me mixes with the smell of decaying leaf's, a floral decay, sour and sweet. Trees dancing to the music of air. They've grown and lived. I've grown and died and was reborn. Stronger,faster and better in every way. My skin as tough as the rock that was trapped in the middle of the current of the stream. 
I am new and this forest is too but, we'll always stay. 
Mar 23
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The Ring Of Branches

           He had never hurt her like that before. Taken her heart and torn it in half. Tears streamed down her alabaster face and the light went out of her eyes. Then she simply broke. She leaped away from him as he swooped down upon her and she ran. Through the door and down the steps, she tore away from the house that held her captive. As she flew away I slipped into sneakers and ran also, my shoes slipping in the dewy grass. Following her into the woods behind our house, I breathed the cool, early-March air into my lungs and sighed. Here we were safe from our father's wrath. Dipping and dodging I headed through the woods, looking for her gray hoodie that hid the bruises. The ones that showed on her face after my father lost his job and his wife. She sat in a ring of branches, hair full of leaves, quietly crying. She looked up, her face whiter than ever, and held a hand out to me.
Mar 23

Was I Suppose to Stay?

We all make mistakes
I'm not perfect
You're not perfect
I forgive you
You never forgive me, though
Not once
For anything
I try
You don't
Yet still
How was I suppose to know
That I was suppose to stay
When you never came up to me in the first place?
Was I suppose to wallow as I waited for eternity?
Or was I suppose to call you when I got there?
You can't be mad at me for trying
When you never tried in the first place
Just like you can't yell at me for not being there
When I know you showed up 
Want to know how I knew that you were there?
I saw you there
But not with me
So ask yourself this...
Was I really suppose to stay?

 
Mar 23
in fiction 1 Comment challenge: Illegal
hartew's picture

I Know


“I know it's illegal but it's the weekend,”
“You will have to come with me.”


“I know it's not safe, but I got on honor roll,”
“He has a minor concussion and he won't play the rest of the season,”


“I know I shouldn't, but I never do anything wrong,”
“Do you realize what you just did? We are now going to have to call home.”


“I know I just went out with her, but the other girl is super cute.”
“Hey, we need to talk.”

“I know it’s wrong, but I always do the right thing.”
“ Do you know that colleges will look at this kind of thing? Do you?”

“ I know but… come on. Please.”
“I gave you one chance. Please, listen to me. What you are doing… giving yourself excuses to do things… it’s no way to live.”

“ I know but… Oh, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
Mar 23
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Libby's picture

Finding Stolen Goods


My name is Dr. Wallensten, I am a detective, I work for the FBD (Federal Bureau of Detectives), and I am on a case to find out where Shirley Bushwell keeps all of the stolen goods that her grandfather stole from the museum one night in 1976. She hasn't stolen anything so we aren't as worried about that other than finding the already stole goods. Her grandfather is dead now and passed all of the stolen goods down to his granddaughter, Shirley Bushwell. I have been on this case for a couple years now and I think I am almost at the bottom of it. The most latest clue I have found is that she just got of a train in Omaha, Nebraska with one suitcase that contained of just three things, a notebook, a picture, and a handgun. We think these may be clues but we don't know what the notebook had in it, what the picture was of, or why she had a handgun, but we plan to find out.
Mar 23
in fiction 2 Comments challenge: Attic
hartes's picture

Back In Time

                  The only problem with going to my grandparents house is that I have to sleep in that grotesque-looking attic. Before we even pull into the driveway, I can smell those fresh delicious chocolate-chip cookies, when we get in I unpack up in the attic. When I see this chest, an old chest with my name on it, I wonder if it's a Christmas present, or an old birthday gift. I amble over to the chest when I'm pulled in, I'm falling and then a bang! I'm in the basement and now I'm really confused, the first thing I realized is how different and how old the furnace looks, When I go up stairs I find a young woman and man just a little younger than my parents, when I hear a scream.
Mar 23
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Break Away

(I sprouted this post which apparently sent it elsewhere, so a repeat here)

Sometimes we plan and plan and plan and then we finally make that break to leave our cage...