Nov 09
fiction 3 comments challenge: Club

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" 


"UM RUDE"


"I KNOW"


"WHERE IS HE I'M GONNA WHOOP HIS A**"


"DON'T EVEN WORRY MATE I SMACKED HIM ALL THE WAY TO KANSAS"


"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.)

Audio download:
TenDaysofWinter1892.mp3
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 vermontwritesday.org 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 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. 
Aug 24

things i'd like to include in my writing: a checklist

coffee shop setting ;
soft characters, ie, just woke up with their s/o next to them ;
a soft, painless death - old age? with their loved ones near them ;
small things to give personality - gestures, soft/loud voices, tics, etc ;
chapter titles, synopses, maps in the book - if i get published, of course ;
weather descriptions - hard and soft, violent and peaceful ;
full fledged main characters, ie, julio and ravilo ;
fully built worlds, ie, belund, silvest, riore, etc ;
believable motives, and questionable ones too ;
raw emotions ;
pain and hurt but also love and comfort ;
a reoccurring bird that brings luck. a twin that does not ;
character growth. young and scared --> older and more confident ;
rules for magic, not just 'you gotta say the words right' ;
homages to past characters ;
fufilling lives but also empty ones ;
characters with more than one motivation for long amounts of time ;
Aug 19

The Beginning of a Story

She lived on the edges of a small idyllic town in the country. It was quiet and safe, whre nothing of consequence really happened. Occasionally, one promising student woul win some spelling bee or other, or some rare wildlife would be spotted in someone's back yard. The town was so small that it was impossible to go anywhere without recognizing some aquaintance. Everyone knew who everyone else was. Winters were cold, summers were hot, and everything in between was wet. There was an ice cream stand, which was horribly understaffed, that was the hideaway of all the local teenagers. Friends would often congregate there, or in the park across the street. The ice cream wasn't particularly remarkable, but it was cold and sweet, so that's the place everyone wanted to be on hot August afternoons. Boys and girls and people in between would find themselves there without meaning to, having felt the indisputable pull of the mediocre ice cream stand. 
 
Aug 17

The Glass Castle Part 7

After a season of Sherlock was watched, the Indian Food ravenously consumed, and 1.5 pints of ice cream slowly savored, Cleo and Death had what could, in some other galaxy, be considered a conversation. "Death?" Cleo would periodically say. "What is your opinion on cantaloupe?" Death's reply would always be some variant of "yes." Then they realized that they weren't doing anything productive, so they eventually slogged upstairs and to their respective bedrooms. Cleo slept. Death replayed the moment when Cleo rested her head on his shoulder over and over in his mind. He couldn't quite figure out what was going on in his head, but he had a strange, terrifying inkling of what was going on in his metaphorical heart.
Aug 17

I Have No Idea What We Were Thinking but You Were Perfect

We got back around midnight. I have no idea what we were thinking, but it was great. It was just us, in the car, laughing and pretending the future wasn't always right behind us. We were drunk on each other and the smell of the mountains that we were driving through for no other reason than that we wanted to. It was impulsive, and a little stupid. But up there, with no cell sevice and a car that was almost out of gas, it seemed like the best idea either of us had ever had. We were so ehausted when we got back to my house. I'd forgotten to turn the porch light on so when you stole a kiss I couldn't see you or the keys I was fumbling with. When I finally did find the right key, I didn't want to open the door because then the night would be over and I would be stuck alone trying (and failing) to go to sleep. That's why I didn't open the door right away. Somehow you knew that I didn't want to let go of you, so you opened the door yourself and lead me in by the hand.
Aug 17

Golden Light (Scene Dump #ICan'tRemember)

"Maybe..I was jealous of you. I don't know why. You always had what I didn't, but that wasn't your fault." I choked back more words that I didn't want to say, but my body coughed them out anyway. "Luna..I think I loved you. And hated you, at the same time. I should've said something earlier, shouldn't I? It's too late, isn't it?"
"Michi.." she trailed off. Her eyes, big and soft, wetted with tears. "You don't need to do this..!"
Without warning, she grabbed onto me, trying to pull me free. To no avail; the debris wouldn't budge, and neither would I. I could only clutch her shirt as she sobbed against me.
"No! No! You have to make it out of this!" Her voice was interrupted by sobs. "Please, Michi! You can do it, I know you can!" Luna tugged on me again, her hands slipping on blood. My blood. "Please..!"
Aug 12
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Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by Cameron from Igniting Writing

We have just received another ‘Explore’ themed teen creative writing contest entry, submitted by Cameron from Igniting Writing! The competition, led in tandem by Igniting Writing, Lake Erie Ink, Fighting Words and Young Writers Project, is now up to five entries and this is the second from an Igniting Writing group member. Cameron’s entry is titled ‘The World Inside the World’ and it’s a very different take on the explore theme, going with a writing style reminiscent of a Victorian adventure or a Utopian exploration! Have a read of Cameron’s contest entry here:

So it was, that in the Autumn of 1916 – while the War to End All Wars was raging away in the thundering west – the crew, the Intrepid Explorers for Pay (otherwise known as the IEP) in their black machine: a flying vehicle based upon the indomitable sketchings of a certain Leonardo Da Vinci, turned North and flew towards the Arctic – wherein their next commission lingered.
Aug 12
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Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by Cameron from Igniting Writing

We have just received another ‘Explore’ themed teen creative writing contest entry, submitted by Cameron from igniting Writing! The competition, led in tandem by Igniting Writing, Lake Erie Ink, Fighting Words and Young Writers Project, is now up to five entries and this is the second from an Igniting Writing group member. Cameron’s entry is titled ‘The World Inside the World’ and it’s a very different take on the explore theme, going with a writing style reminiscent of a Victorian adventure or a Utopian exploration! Have a read of Cameron’s contest entry here:

So it was, that in the Autumn of 1916 – while the War to End All Wars was raging away in the thundering west – the crew, the Intrepid Explorers for Pay (otherwise known as the IEP) in their black machine: a flying vehicle based upon the indomitable sketchings of a certain Leonardo Da Vinci, turned North and flew towards the Arctic – wherein their next commission lingered.
Aug 08

Desperation

"Hey! Are you done yet?" Ayden called to Asher. The sun was slowly setting over the landscape. The back alley they were in, however, was only lit by the faded streetlight at the very end of the alley.
"Yeah, give me a minute!" The light from the flickering bulb almost didn't reach the ground below. Asher kicked a can off of the ground, and it hit the groaning figure he'd subdued just a moment earlier. "Oh, you're still kicking. Sorry about this, really am." He hefted his baseball bat and sent it crashing down. It hit the figure's neck and it sputtered before going silent. "Good!"
"You're being too loud!" His friend pulled him away from the prone man. In his other hand, Ayden held a bag. "Look, they really were loaded. We'll be okay for a while."
Aug 07

The Longest (Scene dump number i forgot how many of these i had)


"Look! Don't you see how the world is?! It's so wonderful and magical, why would you want to end it all?!"
His voice quickly grew as he kept speaking. Blood ran from a wound above his eyebrow, his leg, his forearm. But it didn't stop him, at all.
"Get out of the way."
Her voice was cold, cutting, quiet. Red splattered her white clothes and her eyes were dark. "I'll kill you. You're worthless."
"Cairo! Get away from him!"
That moment of weakness. She turned, eyes widening with surprise as a lance sheared its way through her neck . The force pinned it to the wall next to her, and by extension, Cairo herself. She struggled in vain against the wooden shaft, but it was no use. The blood she'd stolen for herself poured out of her, dark and bubbling to the floor.
"Julio!"
The blond turned, spitting out blood on the fallen woman. She glared at him, but her eyes were quickly losing color.
"Pietre! Oh gods, you're alright!"
Aug 05
fiction 0 comments challenge: Blue

Mother is the first Other

title a reference to: evangelion's 'mother is the first other' symphony

"
Do you remember her, Ravilo? Your mother?"
Murky dreams. Why had Julio asked me that..? Why did he need to know?
Everything was dark. There was nothing to see.
"What did she look like?"
Words, unbidden, sprand to the surface.
"..blue.."
"Blue? She looked blue?"
"..no..her eyes.."
"Her eyes?"
"..they were the most beautiful shade of blue.."

I woke with a start. Sitting straight up, I put my hands to my eyes to my face. I didn't feel alive.
"Ravi? What's wrong?"
Julio's reflective eyes from the other side of the room, peering at me intently.
"N-nothing, Julio. I'm sorry to have woken you." I had to look away. My heart was beating fast and everything seemed out of focus.
Aug 05
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Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by Darcy from Igniting Writing

Another ‘Explore’ themed contest entry to let you all know about! This is our third submission overall for the contest, led in tandem by Igniting Writing, Lake Erie Ink, Fighting Words and Young Writers Project, and our first from an Igniting Writing member! The entry was submitted by Darcy and is titled ‘The Whale Whisperer’ - it’s a really interesting short story with some excellent emotion in the writing, featuring a girl that can communicate with whales! To take a look at Darcy’s submission for the contest, have a read here:

Cold water caresses my face as I plunge into the deep. Already I hear the shrieks and whistles of the beautiful beluga whales lurking nearby. The sea helps me calm down; it helps me to escape the horrors of my life. In my town, Rosenstadt (translating to town of the rose), if you stick out you are said to be a witch.
Aug 05
Alex Baker's picture

Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by Vince from Lake Erie Ink

Some good news to share with you all - we have our first entry for the Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ creative writing contest, in collaboration with Fighting Words, Young Writers Project and Lake Erie Ink! Our first submission was sent in by Vince, from Lake Erie Ink, and it’s a great read, capturing the rebellious streak of bored teenagers and a supernatural twist! Have a read for yourself below:

Exploration was a godsend to the kids of Mountain Brook Street. Due to the amount of space around them deemed ‘private property’ there weren’t many places for people to hang out. Often times the kids on the street found creative ways to get around the rules or odd places to chill.
Aug 05
Alex Baker's picture

Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by Darcy from Igniting Writing

Another ‘Explore’ themed contest entry to let you all know about! This is our third submission overall for the contest, led in tandem by Igniting Writing, Lake Erie Ink, Fighting Words and Young Writers Project, and our first from an Igniting Writing member! The entry was submitted by Darcy and is titled ‘The Whale Whisperer’ - it’s a really interesting short story with some excellent emotion in the writing, featuring a girl that can communicate with whales! To take a look at Darcy’s submission for the contest, have a read here:

Cold water caresses my face as I plunge into the deep. Already I hear the shrieks and whistles of the beautiful beluga whales lurking nearby. The sea helps me calm down; it helps me to escape the horrors of my life. In my town, Rosenstadt (translating to town of the rose), if you stick out you are said to be a witch.
Aug 05
Alex Baker's picture

Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by Vince from Lake Erie Ink

Some good news to share with you all - we have our first entry for the Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ creative writing contest, in collaboration with Fighting Words, Young Writers Project and Lake Erie Ink! Our first submission was sent in by Vince, from Lake Erie Ink, and it’s a great read, capturing the rebellious streak of bored teenagers and a supernatural twist! Have a read for yourself below:

Exploration was a godsend to the kids of Mountain Brook Street. Due to the amount of space around them deemed ‘private property’ there weren’t many places for people to hang out. Often times the kids on the street found creative ways to get around the rules or odd places to chill.
Aug 01

Wild Roses

"Wild roses on a bed of leaves in the month of May
I think I wrote my own pain
Oh, don't you?"

- Of Monsters of Men, "Wild Roses"

"Where do you think I'll be in a few years?"
My legs dangled over the the side of the cliff, the ground so far below. Alexander, ever by my side, had stayed standing while I tempted death. The sun was gently setting, the last brilliant rays reflecting onto the sea. It was calm, with few clouds. The wind was quiet and far-off into the distance.
"I don't know," he answered simply.
Somewhere far away, a seagull squawked.

It was the next morning.
I woke up in my bed, my sheets on the floor. I'd left the window open and I felt sticky. I got up and closed the window, turning on the air conditioning too. I sighed, letting the cool air hit me.