Nov 09
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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" 





"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.)

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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. And we thank whoever posted this on 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 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. 
Nov 28

Kingdom Come

In a land concealed to the human eye, a world of magic awaits. Mages of Space, Life, and Time live united under the rule of their liege; Mage Hilda. No one has ever seen Mage Hilda, yet they believe in the good they have brought to the civilization. Good harvest is not the only thing they pray for, however; True love and longivity are valued by many Mage's. They plan to implement a new plan for the human realm; mass destruction or complete rule. Mage Hilda instructs those who truly believe to take part in the New Order and rule the human world. Others do not believe in such an entity and fight their kin. So, young Mage, what will you decide?
Nov 28


 The air was cold and the wind blew harshly as we walked along the river, even though the sun was out. I still felt the chill, and it would not go away.
Nov 25

i'm not here right now

I watched as her chest slowly fell after each rise.

It was a beautiful sight, really.

She was wrapped in a blanket, while her favorite song lulled her to sleep.

I gripped the knife tighter.

Her red hair moved slightly in the beach wind,

and she smiled everytime a wave hit the shore.

Then, her eyes fluttered open.

She stared at me, eyes wide, and then slipped a sweet, sad smile.

"Dolly baby, go back to sleep..." She whispered through heavy tears.

I stayed standing.

She quckly became fearful, and threw of the cover to discover my legs were no longer attached to my body.

I was done sleeping.

Nov 21

My Magical Garden

The mockingbird’s songs fill the cool crisp air of spring with a melodic tune that seems to boost the speed of the parsnips growing. However, the potatoes and beans seem to be taking their time this year.

A white-tailed deer roams the grass towards nightfall, grazing without a care in the world.

I’m not surprised, in the magical land of Parquaner, it’s common for deer to walk through in the evening.
This beautiful, warm, sunny day leaves me hunching over, watering my blueberry bush.

The sun burns my skin and makes me thirst for lemonade so I stand up as an idea grabs hold.

Feeling quite fortunate that my lemons just became ready for harvesting, I grab some and make the tasty drink.

You know what they say…

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!
Nov 20

Fiona the Second

Sometimes I wonder if she even remembers me.
I try not to think about it, try not to let my mind linger on the alternative, but whenever she sits on her bed without a second thought, I can't help but question if she knows that I'm lying under it, and have been for five years now.
She first stashed me under there at age ten, and while I was a bit confused, I had no doubts that, in no time, she would retrieve me. I mean, until then, we'd been practically inseparable.
I was gifted to her as a Christmas present when she was six years old. My appearance was custom-designed on some app to look like hers--same curly red hair, same green eyes. I still remember her squealing, hugging me to her chest, and naming me Fiona the Second (she was Fiona the First, of course). From then on, I knew we would be the best of friends.
Nov 17

Chapter 4

A few days later Sofia was getting ready for the “Grand Ball” all of the helpers were working on her, working on her make up, her dress, and all the other things that a princess needs to do before going to a ball. A soft knock came on the princesses door. “Hello, It’s me Mia, can I come in?” “Sure!” Sofia said. “Come on in!”. “Sorry for bothering you Princess, but a rather delicate matter has come up.” Sofia looked at Mia nervously, “What is it Mia?” Mia looked at Sofia, Sofia knew something was up. She asked all her helpers to leave.  “I-it’s those shadows I told you about, I saw more!” Mia was starting to panic, “Okay….Mia take a breath. It’s going to be okay.” Mia starts taking small breaths to calm herself down. “Are you sure it wasn’t just an animal of some sort?” “I am POSITIVE that it WASN’T an animal!” Mia said. A maid soon after comes into Sofia's bedroom.
Nov 15

Scary story

This is a sneak-peek into my scary story from Halloween a few weeks ago. Later I will post the rest when it is finished. -Sierra
The splattering of the rain and the crackling of the lighting echos through the shadowed depths of the house. I lay on the floor, still, like a doll. I lay there, expressionless, I feel the blood drain from my crystal face. I watch the blood run from my decaying body. I watch as it trickles down the stairs, seeping into the cracks of the old, pressured wood, pressured to not let the evidence of what happened tonight seep into the rising sun that will expose the truth that lay on the floor of the room that holds my dreams. I wake up releasing an ear-splitting scream that seemed to exploded with terror. I have had recurring dreams my entire life, but this takes the cake. Most of the time they are about inconsequential things that occur now and then, they are never really important, but I don't know about this one. I brush it off and get ready to go to school.
Nov 15

That boy (A story I am working on)

Chapter 1:  The School of Magic

Juni was so excited.  It was the day before school was starting. She would be able to say good riddance to her city, full of art and crazy people like her parents.  Yes, it was not Juni’s first year at the School of Magic; she was in her eighth year, and doing well, too. Juni picked up her computer from where it was sitting on her orange armchair.  She opened up her SkyApp account. She wanted to post a photo from her recent trip to maine. Her mum’s grandmother owned a lake house there. Juni was rudely interrupted by a knock on her door.
“What?” she whined.
“Are you packed for school yet?”  It was Mum.
“No…” June admitted, looking at her half-packed suitcase.
“Get a move on!  Friends are coming over for dinner, and we leave for your school early in the morning.”  Mum walked back downstairs.
Nov 13


An eyeball creature was arrested for being a being in a rebel group he wasn't in claiming he was a tourist. He was brought to a world of sketches where nothing was solid. But soon, he escaped the world with the help of his other eyeball friends back to the world of solid art. 

Art Info:
Sketched and drawn in pencil
I listened to the Minecraft Soundtrack while drawing this it's perfect for drawing :)

Nov 11

Saint Anastasia (Responding to future weekly challenge)


Who is a saint? A saint is a person that either performed a miracle in life or was martyred, and in death was prayed to. A saint’s patronage could be: music, stars, Ireland, you name it. You often pray to a saint relating to the patronage.


“Anastasia! You don’t have time to ogle at dogs all day long when there is work to be done!” Yells her(grumpy) father “Now, please go gather dinner from the shed.”
Nov 11

A Chance at Love

Once there was a little sparrow. Her name was Jade. She was all alone in the world, just one little bird lasting out through the years. Perhaps she could've had a special person. But she didn't want just any person. Her deepest desire... she wanted to settle in with another woman sparrow, or even just any bird. But no one understood her. And so she lost all hope, going about her days by finding food and shelter, but never being truly happy.

But one day, and who knows how, maybe it was fate, or chance, or something else, Jade was looking for her breakfast. It had grown cold, and the ground was hard, frozen from the frost that morning. Jade was not having any luck finding food.

Nov 11

Chapter 3

Sofia and Mia were talking, then suddenly a maid came into Sofia's room.

“Your father wants you Sofia.” Said a maid, “Oh, can my friend Mia come along too?” Sofia asked.

“I’m afraid not princess..Your father only wants you to come to the ballroom, not anyone else.” Sofia took a glance at Mia, Mia nodded her head as an indication that she should go see what's going on. Sofia started walking to the ballroom with the maid, she was worried that something bad had happened, or worse…

Nov 11
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Mirror Mirror Part II

The world was spinning and my life was flashing before my eyes. I had no idea what was happening as I spun through a vortex of glass. I knew my reflection was different, but I had no idea what it was capable of. Once the world stopped spinning I realized where I was. I could see Justin's house sitting up on the hill. But something was off. Justin’s house was facing the opposite direction than it was before. I walked up the hill and went inside, but there was nobody there. 
I decided to head back home and went to bed with no mom to tuck me in or kiss me goodnight.
Nov 11
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Zone 42

We walked for what felt like days until we found the secret door to Zone 42! Cue the dramatic music… We walked in and saw the aliens as soon as we got in, and then we saw the vault and in the vault was… King Bob, the Blobfish on a throne of Blobooz. He said, "Came to become a blob, I see?" and then the floor opened to a pool of Blobooz. We turned into blobs.

Chris Evans
Age 11
Killington Elementary School
Nov 10



Your freckles are oh so many things.
The Milky Way,
Stars and stardust.
Your eyes are black holes,
But the the opposite of lifeless.
Your hair is soft like angels wings,
While black like an ocean on a moonless night.
Your skin is how a cloud would feel,
Right before it spilled its tears.
You are everything they say,
And so much more.
You are stardust and angels wings.
You are burning planets and crying clouds.
You are moonless nights and the calm you give me,