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

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. 
May 17
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Petunias (A Flash Fiction Piece)

“They say that those who look into their family history will find a secret sooner or later” she whispered, her voice tinged with worry. “Will he find it?

“No. We will hide it” he whispered back, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We have to.”

My ear leaves the door as I run down the stairs.
 

May 15

Emotional or Emotionless?


There are some days, even just fragments of time when I feel completely alone in this world. Misunderstood. Every person that I’ve called a friend in my short span of life, I have given all my love to. I’ve loved people so deeply that I couldn’t fathom why I couldn’t love myself that way. Why am I always putting myself last? My needs and wants are just as important as everyone else’s.
May 15

bad writing

i wakes up and sees de sun out the window .da kity cat be mewing, merow merow merow. it is da moast anoying ting ever. den mah bruthar wake up and he so stupid.
he got dat ugly hare on his hed and he so dum to.
-and thats what terrible is
 
May 14

Beginning and End--Maybe


“No, Mommy--”

“Honey, sometimes in life we have to move on. Your daddy did and I miss him every day, but it’s these things that make us stronger…” the mother's voice fades as she draws another ragged breath. Neither can stop the tears from falling.

“Ads… I will always love you, never forget that, please never forget me...” Realizing her last moments are close, the mother makes a final sacrifice, leaving her daughter with a clue to who she really is.
May 14
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The book of myths


 I sat on the soft fabrics of my sheets and blankets on my bed. The faint smells of tonight’s dinner of lasagna and garlic breadsticks baking wafted up to my second floor room. After a long day I finally had time to lay back and relax. In my calloused hands I held a cracked and worn down thick hardcover book. Bindings have been un-sewn and pages were falling out of the story. Words covered every surface as I began to read.
May 14
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The man who had a different pair of eyes

It's not you, it's me she said, “I’ve changed and I need time to myself”, are the words I heard but don't see? I nod my head, only pretending to accept the lie she told me but I saw different. We say our goodbyes and she leaves me like just the other women in my life. I walk home late at night trying to reminisce the truth she had above her head. How she actually thought my nose was too big or how my hair was thinning and she even thinks she's too good for me.
May 13

The Baseball Coach

Uncoachable kids become unemployable adults. You’ve gotta get your kids used to someone being tough on them. That’s just the way it is. That’s life. Kids aren’t really kids nowadays. They cry too much. They don’t hit the ball the way they used to. None of them want to be the hero of the game. Marcus is crying in the locker room; he’s trying to be quiet about it, but I can hear him sobbing. He has to shed a few tears over that dropped ball, so next time he won’t miss it.
May 11

My Happy World

I was walking in my house, alone, it was 3 AM. I had just woken up from my sleep to the sound of a really old oak door about to fall off its hinges. So I went downstairs to check it out. To my surprise the back door was open and I saw this bright light. I walked toward it. when I got there I started to cry tears of joy. The happiest dream I have ever had, had come true. I was in my own little world with just me and everything I loved.
May 11

My Happy World

I was walking in my house, alone, it was 3 AM. I had just woken up from my sleep to the sound of a really old oak door about to fall off its hinges. So I went downstairs to check it out. To my surprise the back door was open and I saw this bright light. I walked toward it. when I got there I started to cry tears of joy. The happiest dream I have ever had, had come true. I was in my own little world with just me and everything I loved.
May 09
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Science Fiction Love Story Challenge From a Friend(7 Minute Write)

She was in space. The dust particles floated around her as she bounced on the moon, ger boots scuffed with remnants of the rocks her feet touched on. Her helmet pinned down her hair, but she had the irrational desire to take it off and let her locks flow free, and let her naked eyes take in the majesty of the vastness that surrounded her.
May 09
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One Thing I know For Sure

One thing I know for sure is that I'm leaving.
I want to see more than these old dirt roads,
More than beat up pick up trucks.
I want to see the sky,
In a blinding pink and hues of orange.
I want to see the beach,
Milky white sand and brilliantly blue water.
I want to see the mountains,
Standing tall and watching over small valleys.
I want to see the world,
Full of more colors and places then I could catalog.
May 09
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Part of Her

In that moment she realized you left. Maybe part of her had been longing to see you, just once more. To tell you it was over, and that she was already moving on, even though her heart said otherwise. Maybe part of her had been hoping to run to you, and feel that safe protected feeling. Maybe a part of her had been hoping for you to come back, come back to her. Maybe part of her had been longing for a sense of home, of the life she once led.
May 08
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One Last Time

"This.." he paused to look up at me. 

May 08
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Wolf Pack

May 08

The Story of Annabelle Spring


I wake up to my mom calling my name telling me to get ready for school.

¨Spring get up your going to be late¨” my mom said ¨Spring get up your going to be late¨”

¨I'm up for fuck's sake mom you don't have to say it several times¨ I said

¨Well maybe you should start getting up when I say it the first time¨

¨Whatever get out of my room¨

¨Don't give me that tone young lady¨

¨Fine just get out¨
May 07

Ghost Ship (working title)

I swear on my rank of Admiral that all of the information in this file is true, or at least that I believe it to be true, and am greatly confident in doing so in light of this evidence gleaned from documents kept on the Lusitania prior to and during the events that unfolded. After you read it, I think you will believe in it too.

    -Admiral Henry S Cavelle, March 5, in the year of our Lord 1861
Excerpt from the Ship’s log of the vessel HMS Julianna,  November 12, 1859:
May 04
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Why?


So you think you know me but how? How can you know me, when I don't even know myself? How can you say we are like two peas in a pod if I´m just a seed? Why do you say I can trust you, tell you everything and anything if you’re just going to turn around and share all my secrets and stories with everyone? Why do you say you would never lie to me if that's all you do? Lie. Lie about who you are. Who we are. Tell people you’re ¨forced¨ to be my friend because of family.