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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. 
Apr 25
tobiase's picture

Experiment XZ1

The little yellow house I called home had nothing.  Nothing I wanted.  Just the same old wood planks, dusty floors, and old sofas.  I wanted adventure, so I left.  I traveled for days until I came to train tracks.  There I waited for something to happen.

The purple sky was dark and stormy when the train passed.  Puffs of smoke rose high and the bitter smell of burning rubber and charcoal was all that was left behind.

    The forest was dark, and the treetops were barely visible from the ground.  A gust of wind followed the passing train, and scattering some fallen papers.  

    I picked them up, for I always was curious.  I tapped them against the ground to form a neat stack and stood up.  Ready to continue, I got up to leave.  I heard a noise.  Someone behind me cleared their throat.  I turned and saw a man.
Apr 25
erikjensen's picture

Halloween

It was Halloween night we already went to every house in the neighbor hood. But My friends and I didn't want to call it quits so we all were thinking of what we were going to do. Just then Jimmy said "Hey what is that" he was pointing towards the woods. I say what are you talking about. He says "look up above the trees". Then I see it, it's a chimney. This is my neighbor hood and I've never seen this before. Jimmy yells "c'mon lets go check it out". All my friends agree with excitement. I go along with it even though I have a bad feeling about this. We run through the woods until we finally get the the house. We all sand there staring at this broken down scary house. I say "clearly no one lives here let's go back". My friends say "don't be a chicken let's go". As we get closer to the house I feel my heart pounding out of my chest.
Apr 25
PDubuque's picture

The House With the Tiny Room

I lived in a wonderful house......before I was totally uprooted.  Back in my old house I would jump from cusion to cusion pretending the floor was lava.  I would solve mysteries and go through the small door nobody else fit in........before I switched houses.  I lived in a neighborhhod, the same one all my friends lived in......until that summer.  Mom and Dad said
"Sometimes life takes unexpected turns and it's really a blessing in disguise."  I never understood what that meant.  I said no, I yelled, I kicked and I screamed.  I absolutely refused, but somehow I ended up in the car on my way to skunkville (I mean it has it right in the name; it stinks!!!) 
"Your gonna love it hear sweetie."  Mom said in a voice thick with determination.  I just glared.  I would have said that no I wouldn't love it, but we had pulled in.  
Apr 25
in poem, fiction 0 Comments challenge: Family
PDubuque's picture

The Unique Family of Four

With Mama's hair curly and brother's hair tame,
 nobody looked exactly the same.
Papa with deep brown eyes, and sister's emerald green.
sister's skin like sand and brother's like a coffee bean.
But, they sat at the dining room table, the family of four,
worrying about their differences no more.

Braces and glasses, dark hair and blonde,
The all have the ability to see beyond. 
They see everybody for who they are
a special, unique and shining star.
They sat at the dining room table, the family of four,
worrying about their differences no more.

Rich or poor, energetic or sore
each day dawning they love each other more.
Joyful, mad, happy or sad
their love for each other makes everyone glad.
So they sat at the dining room table, the family of four,
Apr 25
in fiction 0 Comments challenge: Arm
PDubuque's picture

Arm x Arm x Harm

February sixth started out out like any other Monday; a boring day that seems to last forever.  In fact, it was just an ordinary day.  But on Tuesday, now that's a different story.  I woke up and my back was really sore.  Now I don't want to sound weird but it felt like the pain was part of me but not anywhere on me, like I had an extra body part (more specifically, a limb).  I ignored this, though, and went to school.  During homeroom I got detention for "slapping people" I swear I didn't hit anyone, it's like I said before; an extra limb.  But, I recieved my answer during first period.
Apr 24
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Freedom Lost 13


Maria Williams:

Katherine Andrews may have wanted perfection, however Maria Williams would have settled for a world in which she did not have to produce a driver’s license that listed her as someone with the amoris gene “defect.” Grumbling as she produced her ID to the station guard, she began to smooth out the invisible wrinkles in her suit. She was suppose to give a very important lecture on the new supposed, conversion centers, if all went as planned, as she knew it wouldn’t, then the conversion center plans would be scrapped. She turned towards the subway attendant staring at her ID, and began to tap her foot impatiently, as she waited for it back.
Apr 24
Hannah Campbell's picture

(The End of the World) UNFINISHED AND NEEDS ADVICE

Just a precursor, I understand how bad this is. This wasn't a formal story; it was literally just a writing exercise with me listening to music and trying to write something. And it's a first draft, there was absolutely no planning of the characters, setting, anything like that. So maybe if you like it, you can build on it, or anything like that. Also, know the story is ended up becoming really morbid, so do not read this if you are uncomfortable with hearing about violence or death.

She clung onto her mother, blue eyes wide and filled with tears. "What's happening?" she cried aloud, tugging on tight to her shaking mother's skirt.
Apr 24
in fiction 0 Comments challenge: Arm
PDubuque's picture

Arm x Arm x Harm

February sixth started out out like any other Monday; a boring day that seems to last forever.  In fact, it was just an ordinary day.  But on Tuesday, now that's a different story.  I woke up and my back was really sore.  Now I don't want to sound weird but it felt like the pain was part of me but not anywhere on me, like I had an extra body part (more specifically, a limb).  I ignored this, though, and went to school.  During homeroom I got detention for "slapping people" I swear I didn't hit anyone, it's like I said before; an extra limb.  But, I recieved my answer during first period.
Apr 24

Aton ( Part 1 )

Charles Conton was an average murderer. He killed people for unknown purposes. His latest crime though, a mass murder on a plane then hijacking it, was a step above his last crimes. He needed to step up his crimes if he wanted to be considered a great criminal. To try and accomplish this, Charles got an idea that would change his criminal life forever. Charles was always available to explosives if he needed them. To test and see if the explosives would be effective, he used some charges to blow up an office building. The charges worked to perfection. Here's where this idea comes into play. Charles went to a nearby town named Aton, an big town with a lot of tall buildings in its downtown area. Over the course of a month, he planted explosives on all of these tall downtown buildings.
Apr 23
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Mirror of the Broken Hearted pt. 2

Link to pt. 1:https://youngwritersproject.org/node/14025
​Link to part 1 1/2:https://youngwritersproject.org/node/15061

Hisoka and I couldn’t help but stare in horror at each other. Frozen in terror. “What are you doing here?! And with some girl?!” Hisoka took a carful step forward. “Eji, look, the throne is all yours-”
“You- you were stealing! That’s what you were doing! And she’s your accomplice isn’t she!”
“Eji! Please, just-just let us go! I don’t want to be Emperor anymore. You can have everything you’ve always wanted.”
“What-What is this?! Who is this girl?! I demand answers!!
Apr 23
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Part One, Chapter One, Ninety-Two Years Prior

Thirteen-year-old Pear wandered up and down the shoreline, his heels sinking into the soft sand, his back warmed by the brilliant sun. The wind brought the scent of the sea over to his nose and through his lungs. It was a wonderful smell for Pear. He breathed it in deeply, his eyes half closed.
Pear walked along the beach till he reached the jetty, stretching a few dozen meters out into the surf. Pear knew better than to try to go to the very edge of the jetty. Those rocks were slick and dangerous. Not the place to mess around. He had seen grown men fall from those rocks and split their heads open on the boulders beneath the waves. He was smart enough not going to try his luck.
Pear glanced at his watch, noting that he had fifteen minutes before he had to go to work. On the peninsula, at thirteen, Pear could earn half the salary a full-time 16-year-old employee could earn. Every day, five days a week, Pear retraced his steps to the restaurant placed nearly right on the boardwalk beside the beach. He could prepare appetizers and wait on customers and worked two hours from five o’clock to seven o’clock.
Before work, Pear relished long walks on the beach, dodging the waves and collecting seashells and sand dollars and conch shells that washed up on the shore. He had a huge collection already back at home which he had displayed carefully on rows of rows of shelves.
Apr 23
Icarus Blackmore's picture

Freedom Lost 12

Katherine Andrews reflects on Maria's speech, and the ideal world.
Apr 22
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The Thunder

BOOM! I heard the thunder. I jumped out of my bed. The door creaked open, then it closed. BOOM went the thunder.

Emma Blodorn
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School