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Feb 13
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The House

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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. 
May 28
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City

"A grafiti artisit and nerd." Kelly grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischeif. Alex just shook her head and stuffed her hands into her jean pockets.

"I'm not a nerd." She muttered defensivly. Her breath hung in the cold air for just a moment before it vanished. That seemed to be the most interesting thing about this street, she noted looking away from the tall, gray, uniform buildings and staring down at the cobblestone walkway. 

"I know, I know." Kelly said, a grin dancing across her face as she walked on.

Alex shot her a suspicious glare, "I'm not." she muttered again, Kelly just chuckled and nodded. She shook her head, and went back to staring at the cobblestone. She closed her eyes a moment listening to the rythem of sneakers against the sidewalk. Her and Kelly's sneakers to be precise, there was no one else out here this late.

May 26

Minus One.

There was an average middle school, in an average town, with average people. One of them was an average kid named Oliver. Oliver had a small group of friends, and he was happy. He never really stood out in the group, but just being with them made him happy, until one day. One day they stopped talking to him. Stopped being around him. Stopped caring about him. But it's not like anyone noticed. No one noticed when he was sad. No one noticed when he was mad. No one even noticed when he killed himself.


There was an average middle school, in an average town, with average people, minus one. But it's not like anyone noticed.
May 25

Who Knows... FICTION

He sat next to me in class and we messed around like we have the past few weeks. We kick eachother lightly and draw all over eachothers papers, it was our routine. I was so used to it i always expected him to be there and then one day he ignored me

I wondered why he wasnt reacting to me and then i just flat out asked" Do you like me?"

He looked at me with a certain stunned look on his face. So I asked," Have you ever wanted to be with me?"

" No, and no."
May 25

Belof's Journey [First 10 Chapters + Prologue]

Prologue

 

Aldorf was an accomplished scholar as of the year 2026, working in the head library of Futuristica. The library was known as Phantasmo, or the Great Library. Aldorf was browsing the shelves, looking for the perfect book to grant to the King of Thailand when his friend Belof walked in.
May 22

Ordinary and Unordinary

     For the first have of the day, Esther’s day was quite ordinary, but at 2:56 post meridiem precisely it became unordinary, at which point the unordinariness of it continued to grow at a remarkable rate. 
May 20

The old witch

    Deep down in the forest, lived an old witch, or so they say. She is known for the disappearance of the children from the village. The last child that was taken, was a girl, 11, with brown hair. This was a year ago, but the village is still waiting for the next child to turn up missing. Ever since the girl was taken, no child was allowed near the woods. Numerous times, men have went into the forest to search for the children, and yet all came back empty handed. Some believe they haven't found her because all the men are too scared to go near the old witch's cottage. But me, I think it's because they're not looking in the right spot. You see, what I am thinking is, if the witch is going to take a child, while the whole village knows who she is and where to find her, why would she hide her where anyone can get to her?
May 19
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Who Sat Behind Me

It was the girl who sat behind me, who broke my heart.

I never saw it coming.

Before she broke my most vital organ, I never really put too much thought into her. I had no friends in my class, so when she came in during senior year, I was happy for the chance of human interaction. She was quiet, reserved, had a good sense of humor.

But when I left that classroom, she left my thoughts. This was not in illwill, I simply had to let my mind move on to finish out the day; And I assumed that was how it was for her.

But you know they say about assuming right?

I didn’t know that when I left, I’d still remain in her thoughts. Or when I spoke,I did not see her eyes gleam.Or how they died when I spoke to other girls. I suppose I continued this for too long,
May 19
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Peaches and Cream

Patrice made her way down the sidewalk on her usual walk to the grocer. Only four buildings down from her apartment building, it is one of the few places in the city where she can comfortably walk to in her old age. From beneath her sun hat Patrice could see the deep blue awnings of the local grocer granting shade to containers of fresh produce that sat by the door. Patrice stopped to smell the flowers that sat in front of the grocer's and considered buying some for herself. As she opened the door of the grocer she was welcomed with a pleasant breeze of cool air that washed away the sticky summer heat. She entered the store and was met with an unfamiliar greeting. A small white dog took her by surprise, she never saw it coming. A young woman called out “Cream!” And rushed over to grab the dog that was standing with two paws on Patrice’s leg.
May 19
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Never Have I Ever

The young girls sat in a circle giggling and in awe of the others experiences.  This was a typical friday night, the five of them getting together playing “never have I ever.”  Telling secrets and stories that were forbidden to share. Suzy, the girl whose house they crashed in this weekend was more rebellious than the rest.  Talking about kissing boys and stealing when no one else was watching.  She was more distant from her family mainly because they were always working to pay for the roof over their heads.  Although it was run down compared to the rest, at this age the girls did not care about the luxuries of life, they only cared for their friendship.
May 19
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Surprise


    As I got home an abnormal silence hit me like the burst of golden light; the kind that blinds you when you drive over the crest of a hill and the sun is going down. The house was dark even though normally my parents would be preparing dinner. I thought about calling to them as I made my way inside, but my voice caught in my throat. The semi-darkness ate at the logical part of my mind that knew it was irrational to think anything was wrong. I held onto my house key so tightly it imprinted its shape on my palm.
May 19
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Finally

He didn't see it coming. The giant wad of masking tape flew up through the air and landed on top of Lucas' head like a bomb.

A nuclear bomb at that, he managed to spill his tall glass of water onto his new laptop, which malfunctioned with flying sparks. His glasses fell and shattered, causing immediate silence in the room. 

It was a sad life for Lucas, who had been bullied as long as he could remember. Stanley stuck his stupid tongue out at his victim as usual. 

But today Lucas had had enough. He turned his lava-red face toward his smirking and sneering attacker. Rage began to build in Lucas like a fiery volcano. He pelted the ball of tape back at Stanley's face. The point of the tape ball perfectly aligned with Stanley's iris. The impact sent his head flying backwards.
May 17

The Pendant continued

    ...that the old man is standing in front of me.  His face an unreadable mask, he turns around and beckons me to follow.  Hesitantly, I am led towards a rickety old door in the back of the shop and down a flight of stairs.  Once we are inside, the old man turns and shuts the door.  At this point I have no clue why I'm here.  But for some reason it feels right, like I'm getting closer to home with each step.
    We come to a stop behind a pile of boxes.  Finally, the old man speaks, in a hushed voice that sounds as ancient as the items he sells.  "Here we are safe," he says "but you must remain quiet until we are there."  I want to ask where, to ask what is going on, but he continues speaking.  "Hold the pendant up in the air and focus.  Just focus.  Stay calm and focus."
    
May 17
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No One Falls in Love After Midnight

“Sometimes you just have to hit something.” Elle huffed and puffed like the wolf she was, her breath freezing in the cold city air. Her heels clicked along the cobblestones as she bulldozed through the passersby. Her dark coat billowed violently out behind her before she stopped in front of a busy coffeeshop. She paced in front of the doors, arms crossed. A freckled woman with a pointed chin held the door open for her.

    “I’m waiting for someone,” Elle said sharply.  

    “It’s freezin’ out here, honey, sure you don’t wanna wait inside?”

    Elle shook her head.

    “Well, to each their own.” The woman let the door shut behind her, rubbing her hands as she crossed the threshold into the no doubt very cozy shop. Elle stood abandoned on the sidewalk, a lost cause.