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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. 
Feb 24
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The Secret Door

The Secret Door

“Don’t forget to do the laundry!” my mom shouted from downstairs, slamming the front door shut as she went outside. I grabbed the basket and dragged it into the basement.

I placed the detergent on the shelf, and stared at the wall ahead. A faint stream of faint light caught my eye. “It's behind the old bookcase!”

The mysterious light intrigued me. After working the wooden shelf away, I found the source - a keyhole of an old, stout door with a partly chipped, worn out pattern on the sides. The rusty doorknob felt scratchy and cold on my fingers when I touched it. I held my breath out of excitement. Did I discover a secret passage?

I pulled on the knob, it wouldn’t budge. I glanced through the keyhole. A faint stream of bluish light was visible. Was this a portal? A secret room? Another world?
Feb 24
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The Door


One night I was left alone. I went into the basement to get my tablet. I opened a door to this room I’d never known about. There was a mid-evil door with ancient writing on it. I didn’t know what it said so I opened it. Three demons of the world attacked me. I finally kicked them down to the bottomless pits of this world. The next night I went into that room but the door was not there! There was a scroll on the wall that said, “Every five years this door appears”. I went back to bed.
 
Feb 23
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This Is My Brain

The numbers on the digital clock glow red, then suddenly change without warning. A minute has passed. Funny how digital clocks work like that. On a digital clock you don’t get to see the seconds tick by, you just look around and all of the sudden time has passed, you are a minute older, you have one minute less to live, and all without warning. How symbolic. Funny.
Feb 23

Random Angsty Stuff


I carefully placed the bandage over the bleeding stripe on my leg, relishing the last few sparks of pain. A high from the coolness of the blade against the heat of my skin still thrummed through my veins, and I felt as though the emotional pain exploding through me was just a little more bearable. I carefully replaced the knife and leftover bandages in the small box I kept under my bed, and put the box away. Only after the box was out of my sight did a nauseating horror come over me. I had cut myself. Again. I didn’t want this life, but here I was, living it. I needed to get help, and I knew it. I picked up my phone, swiping across the screen and tapping in my 4-digit passcode. 7-2-4-6. P-A-I-N. It had become my life. I pulled up my best friend’s contact profile, and hit the call button.
“Ayyyy, Cedron! How’s my little weirdo?” Gnaus’ voice echoed through the phone.
Feb 23
in fiction 1 Comment challenge: Art
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My Life As A Painting

My life is a painting on the biggest canvas that you've ever seen, and there are multiple scenes on it from different parts of my life, but there are no words. Only pictures, designs, sudden explosions of bright and loud colors or quiet, dull, and muted colors to show how I feel. I'm in it, but not in a direct way, I am just a silhouette, so you won't know who I am, since everyone else is also a silhouette. There would be lots of a dull, empty blue with some little black explosions and then every once in a while, were you were least expecting it, there would be a blinding flash of color, but then back to blue in a split second. There would be a lot of animals, Taekwondo uniforms, and a lot of blue. There would be a big beating heart in one part of the painting, with the initials of the things, places, people, or animals that I love inside of it.
Feb 23
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The Happy Place


One night, when I’m done eating dinner I go up to the attic to get my book. I see a door and it looks old and rusty. It’s brown with a golden knob. It looks scary. I think to myself, should I open it? I don’t want to, but I do. Then I find out it leads into a tunnel. It is scary, it has cobwebs in it and I see another door at the end of it and what do I find? I find a world filled with cotton candy and I say, “Holy comolly!” There’s cotton candy people and cotton candy animals and cotton candy everything! So, I go in and I stuff myself with cotton candy. Then I see a pool with cotton candy in it which is supposed to be water. After a few hours I go back the attic. When I’m at the attic I get my book then I go back downstairs. All of a sudden My mother said, “Where have you been?
Feb 23
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Candy Land


One day, I was alone and I was walking to my room. Suddenly, I stepped and I felt a bump and I heard “SSSQUEAAAKKKKK’’. I stepped back and pulled up the rug. I saw a door. I couldn’t resist opening it. So, I opened it and jumped through a portal. Suddenly I was in a cotton candy world. I saw a Hershey’s kiss and Reese’s peanut butter cup castle. The beds were made of confectionary sugar. I decided to stay…FOREVER!
 
Feb 23
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Horses in Paris


I was left alone in the house. I went to my bedroom and saw a secret door and it had pictures of horses on it. I was thinking what could be inside. Maybe wild horses? I went through the door and  I saw wild horses in Paris. I was surprised a unicorn came up to me and asked me to get on to show me around. I saw more wild horses and a fashion boutique named the “Beauty of Life”. He even showed me the Eiffel Tower. After seeing these sights  I decided I wanted to stay there forever and I did and rode horses and unicorns every day. Then one dark day my parents came I said I’m staying right here forever. They stayed for two days then left after the Unicorn Show but I stayed forever and I was happy. my sister came and stayed too. We played every day with the horses and celebrated everyday too.
 
Feb 23
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A Scary and Happy Door



One day when I was home alone I saw a door that I never saw before. When I decided to go through that door I saw a spider waiting to lead me through. All of a sudden I saw skeletons and cobwebs. I wanted to go back but the spider said, “Please stay!”  I decided to keep following the spider.



Feb 23

His Return


The plane lands, I wait anxiously with my mama. We move to the big moving stairs the mama say daddy will come down

I see him!! I run to him and wait for my hug. Except it never comes.

It's just a dream mama says. It's just a dream. 


A man in a uniform showed up at our door today and handed mama a flag. She started crying and locked herself in her room. 

I'm sorry mama I say trying to make her stop crying. I asked he why she is crying and she pulled me close and whispered quietly.

"I'm sorry baby, Daddy's gone. The nice man in the uniform was daddys friend and said that a helicopter took him to Heaven.





 When I wasyounger I told her a nice man might come in a uniform with a flag like daddys. I told her I wanted to be with him. I deploy in 3 weeks....


Feb 22

Final Dance

She stood on the cliff, her long black hair blowing around her face, and her black dress billowing around her. The whole scene echoed her inner turmoil as she stood there, poised to end it all. A single tear slipped down her white cheek, leaving a streak of black behind it. Her dark red lips kissed the world goodbye as she shouted into the wind, crying for someone, anyone to hear. The wind buffeted around her, and she flowed with it, a final dance. Clouds blackened overhead, and a peal of thunder shook the earth. A moment later, lightning illuminated the eerie scene and the ethereal girl standing there.. The rain began, dripping down her face like the tears that yearned to fall. She looked into the sky and spread her arms, relishing the cool caress of the rain. Slowly, she leaned forward, and then in a moment of sudden decision, leapt from the rocky edge before her.
Feb 22
in fiction 0 Comments challenge: Mythical

The storm of dragons


As i looked up at the sky, I spread my wings out as if I was going to take a flight. I stared at the little fluffy puffs of cloud until they blew across the sky. I sniffed the air, as more and more clouds blew across the sky. These clouds were dark and most smelling, but looked like a dragon's breath. A storm was coming. A big storm. Storms come often in the rainforest, but storms like this are rare. My scales dazzled green and purple with fear and excitement. Us RainWings can change the color of our scales. Suddenly, more and more clouds rolled faster and faster, and a mini hurricane of leaves flew against my scales. I changed my scales to match the leaves. I love that dark, mossy, green, color. The clouds now are swirling in a funnel shape. Oh no. This wasn't just a big hurricane. This was much, much worse.
Feb 22
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Family

They sat at the dining-room table, the family of four, wishing they could go back in time. Only a few days prior, they had been a family of five. The father stared at the chair where his youngest daughter had once sat, wishing he'd seen what was happening before it was too late. The oldest daughter stared at the drawing of a family of four squirrels inside of a tree that her sister had drawn, wishing she hadn't been too late. The step-mother stared down the hall to her step daughter's room, knowing she was gone, but not really caring. The youngest brother stared at his plate, only knowing his sister was gone and that she wasn't coming back. A few houses down, the oldest brother sat on his couch, his trembling hands holding a piece of paper. Tears streamed down his face as he wished he'd never moved out. He knew that he was the reason she'd stayed and now he'd never see her again.