May 30

My Night

I gathered all the patience I had set aside, for moments like these and waited for the sun to descend, bringing forth its dark hypnotizing color. The transition to the bright silver of the beautiful, and dangerous moon of the dusk, from the orange and pink hues that glazed my skin a parmesan tone. The darkness holds so many secrets, just waiting to be discovered. The darkness holds so much decadence, just waiting to be acknowledged. I'll discover those secrets and acknowledge the horrid decadence, gladly. This was the thrill I lived for. I awaited the night, and it awaited me.
May 29
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The Sun Always Seems to Set at Inconvenient Times

The summer of 2018 was one I will always cherish. Almost every night, my friend, Alex, and I would sneak out and go to the lake. We lived pretty close to one another and the lake was an equal distance from the two houses. We would meet on the dock and splash our feet and then eventually jump in the cool water. We went in the daytime as well, but there was something about going there at night that made it seem so magical. After dark, the moonlight would shine and bounce off the water’s surface. Dipping your toe in the water created a ripple that seemed to go on forever. It was unaffected by other swimmers.

    A year ago, Alex and I went to the lake after a Fourth of July party we attended. We were stuffed full from all the food they had at the party, so we just sat on the dock, not wanting to swim and get a cramp.

    “You gotta wait 20 minutes after eating before you can swim,” Alex said.
May 27
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The kippah can’t stop the November sleet from piercing Evie’s scalp. It squeezes through the crochet gaps, leaving a speckled pattern upon her chestnut, plaited hair. She would have blended into the woody trees if not for the new covering. Upon the first sight of yellow around the corner, Evie’s hands fly up to the kippah. Perhaps she hoped to pull it off, but she doesn’t. Her patterned hair would have warranted stares anyway. She brushes a couple of frozen chunks from her nose and yields to the preying doors, the silver threaded star on the crown of her head glaring loudly. Settled in her normal seat, she leans her head against the window and watches the sleet drip down across the kippah’s reflection.
May 26

Settling Words

On the chilly, now windless night, in his vehicle he adjusted the temperature, to get a bit warmer. Kyle didn't know why he was feeling this way. The feelings that Harold Harlacher had stirred up, causing the sediment of love to surface again. Uneasiness, forgetfulness, anxiety, confusion... And nostalgia only flooded him just as soon as Harold hung up and his words settled in Kyle's cultured mentality. He felt it all simultaneously, the emotions that he expressed at the sound of her very name being uttered. His heart skipped a beat, while the acknowledgement strummed at his strings involuntarily, even though he thought it couldn't be the person he had in mind. The world, after all, was a very large place.
May 26
fiction 1 comment challenge: Nerves

First Day of Kindergarten

1. I wake up, very nervous and a little excited
2. I put on the new dress I got yesterday
3. I brush my teeth
4. I eat only part of my breakfast - My tummy has butterflies
5. Mom carries me to the car and we drive to my new school
6. I cling to Mom's leg as she drags me into the big red building
7. We walk into my new classroom and I see other kids clinging to their parents, too
8. A lady walks up to us and introduces herself: "I'm Ms. Mackey, I'll be your Kindergarten teacher!"
9. My mom smiles and shakes Ms. Mackey's hand. I hide behind her
10. Mom crouches down beside me and tells me she has to go to work and that she loves me very much
11. I erupt in tears and hold mom's leg as tight as possible
12. Ms. Mackey pulls me off Mom's leg and tries to comfort me
13. I'm not paying attention to Ms. Mackey, though. I'm paying attention to Mom's car driving away
May 26

Cobblestone Town

The street is long and winding
And there are so many shops to choose from. 
All with quaint swinging signs on the side, creaking on their hinges. 
Two apartment buildings sit side by side on the street,
A clothesline strung between them. 
Someone creaks open a window, and yells across the street
"Hey! Can I borrow a flower pot?"
You smile, then continue on your way. There's a small ice cream shop that you decide you want to visit, so you head in that direction. 
The bell on the door tinkles as you walk in. It smells of vanilla and chocolate. There's a large notice on the black board that says,
"Today's special! Blackberry-Chocolate sundae!"
Small metal tables are set around the shop, with curling legs and pink and peach accents. You sit down at the counter, then look at the jukebox and smile. A few minutes later "Hey Jude" is blasting from the speakers. 
May 23

Unknown world

If you were in a unknown world and you created It what would It look like and why?
May 22
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Never Been to NYC

Ian’s daily commute clocked in at twenty-two minutes and forty-six seconds on a good day, with light traffic and fair visibility. If it was raining: twenty-six thirty-two. Snow could bring it up to as much as thirty. Whatever the weather, he knew exactly when to leave his neat apartment so he could make it to the office on time.

But as storms began to brew closer to home, and downsizing decisions loomed, his boss had neatly cut his commute down to zero minutes, zero seconds. He was making the return trip for the last time.
May 21

Finding Ambition

“How are you so… sane after all that?” Vaughn inquires, lowly as if it took all his strength to say so.

“Ambition,” she utters immediately. “I didn't want nothing of my past to control my life. So Vaughn... Life lesson, listen up! Let Mamma Naoto spit some facts for you.” She puts her fist in the air, as if catching something. “Whatever you are and whatever you want to be, embrace it welcomingly. We all have skeletons in our closets, the darkest depths of our origin. Things people don't want others to know 'bout. But it's alright. That's why, even with the things I've gone through, I want to make the most of everything. And it's your choice if you wanna go about it that way too.”

And at those words he felt moved and even Naoto sensed a newfound resolution emanating from him.

“Naoto, I care,” he murmurs abruptly, something sparking inside of him.

“Huh? What do you mean?”
May 16

Dancing with the Devil

   Jazz. Hardcore jazz.The heavy music filled my ears of tune and my mind of agitation. My heart punching against my ribcage, and the the shudders of fear formed droplets of presperation atop of my forehead. Pacing, step 1.. 2.. 3.. step 1.. 2.. 3.. step 1.. 2.. 3... For I knew it was wrong, I still tangoed with him. Locking eyes, I swam into the pool pit of his eyes. The guilt aroused like a firestorm , boiling the blood that ran through-out my insides.

    The curves, the struts, and the sways of my hips, perpetually moving with the rhythm. Twirling with my arms to the air, I slightly closed my eyes and a half-way smirk imprinted on the curves of my lips. I trusted him, though I had every single reason and right not to. He eyed my figure. The way he lingered his eyes into mine, the way he looked at me, made me feel the urge to put my body on top of his. The power, the compulsion of dancing with the Devil.

May 16
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Chapter 1

The crisp morning air whistled by my pointed ears. My golden fur glistened in the morning light. The leaves crunched under my smooth paws. I checked my long sharp claws. “Sissefos Sissefos,” howled Elizabeth the owl. Elizabeth was a Great Horned owl. She was very strict but kind. Sissefos didn’t want to have lessons for naked giant rat language (who sometimes had tails on their head where Sissefos had it). “Sissefos get over here “ “ coming” Sissefos groan. PAWNS! “ A CAT”. Squeld the mouse that Sissefos had paws on. “AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!” Sissefos froze… If her life in the woods had taught her anything, it was stay...away...from...wolves!

Chapter 2
May 16
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Alex's Adventure

Once there was a little girl named Alex. She loved gargle whales. She was sleeping in her bed. It felt like she was sleeping on clouds that were very very soft. Her timer went off. “BEEP! BEEP!” She tried to turn the alarm clock off.  But it didn't work. So she got up and stomped out of bed. Her face was so red. Her face almost turned into a very ripe apple. She kicked her desk very hard. Her foot started to hurt. It was in pain. “Ouch ahhh!” she said. She was skipping outside her door and holding her foot up high so it wouldn't hurt even more. She sat down at the dining room table. Her dad ran up the stairs. “Good morning sunshine!” he said cheerfully. ”Hi,” she sighed. She poured her lucky charms cereal into her plastic pink bowl.  She said, “Hey daddy can you pass me a spoon”. “Sure!” he said. ”Hey honey are you packed for camp?” said her dad. ”What you never told me that I'm going to camp!’’ she exclaimed to her dad. ”You’re not packed!” shouted her dad.
May 16
fiction 0 comments challenge: Twist

The Twisted World


You wake up and find yourself in a twisted world what   do you do??:)!!
May 15


There is a refuge here
For all who seek it
And for those that don’t.

The sky outside is fading
The room aglow with voices
Sympathizing, comforting
Saying that they know, they understand.

There is life in this place
A glowing candle, an illuminated door
A solace transmitted through melody and harmony.

Voices fill the air like water
Ethereal, ghostly, and beautiful
And though the light will die
The song will not.
May 15

True Beauty

Flashes of light pour into the room in one blinding color, emanating from the cracks of the shack if one were to witness something like this from the external. The overflowing white, from the inside to the out.

The sounds of shutters and a crash follows after and I desperately try to cover my face with the palms of my hands, not out of fear, but I could feel pebbles and things of that sort bouncing off my body. It was simply called protection. Yet, I wasn't capable of doing that much. I felt vulnerable.

I was so out of reality that I had imagined I saw someone being blown to bits in the most beautiful way possible, by a single ray of light. Though, in all seriousness, it could have actually happened that way.
May 08
fiction 0 comments challenge: Lost


I see a face in my head of a young girl. Though I am convinced I have no idea who she is, she looks familiar. She is wearing a blue patchwork dress with yellow ribbons in her blond braided hair. She is also wearing white leggings and black mary janes. In her hands is a notebook with a pen. She is running through a field of daisies. Then everything goes black. My dream goes dark.
I feel dizzy so I open my eyes. It takes a second for them to adjust to the brightness of  . . . . of the sun? I look around and all I see is tall grass around me. I look up to a blue sky. It's daytime? But it was night when I went to sleep. Plus, I did not fall asleep here. Did I? I stand up and gain my balance before looking over a field of  . . . . . of daisies! Wait this was where the little girl was. Right? But it can't be. No. I tell myself. No way.  I don't know where to go. How do I get home? What is this place? I look this way and that but all I see is daisies, grass, sky and sun.
May 08

Master of the Beach

She wore her hair short - short like mine, and like most of the women close to me in my family. My Mom, Mor Mor, and Nana all wear this style, too. We like to think of ourselves as trendsetters. When I cut my hair, I could see the pride glistening in Nana’s eyes. The non-traditional tradition carries on. Her hair is a mix of gray and black, “salt and pepper,” as she calls it. I can see why. Unlike hers, mine shines yellow like the rays on a summer day.
May 06
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Park Bemch encounter

Madie Halvorsen, age 12

ADL School

Essex Junction, Vermont

NRG 3 Humanities (Blue)

Contest #31- as its late consider this as general writing

    Dear W.,

Oh, how I miss you. It seems like forever ago when we last met, on that dark, dreary day. The birds weren’t singing, but we both had harmonies in our heart. It was at the park, the wind howling with the constant drawl of the raindrops.

You were sitting on the old wooden bench, lost in thought as your bespectacled face dripped with rain. I sat by you, intrigued by the immense quiet that surrounded the air. You looked up at me, and my face was on fire.

Your eyes were like the ground; deep, solid, and firm.

They scanned my face with confusion, flowing not only from the rain, but from your hidden past.
May 06
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The First Act

Madie Halvorsen, age 12

Essex Junction

Contest #31 Sounds-  enter as General writing now that this contest ended

NRG 3 Humanities (Blue)

The First Act    

The auditorium darkens, leaving a spot of light on the wood paneled stage. The blood-colored certain swishes with the movement hidden behind it.

A man emerges, gesturing to the unseen audience in triumph.

“It has finally happened! He has come to take us away!” The man bows, his navy cloak flowing of his shoulders like a waterfall. He grabs his little hat, and quickly takes a position on stage right.

The curtains fly open, revealing a woman and her child standing center stage. Above them is a metal sheet, swaying in an invisible breeze as the people below struggle.

“Hurry! We must run! Quickly!” She takes the hand of the young boy, and they flee from the shadows that creep along the stage.
May 03
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A vacation away from all of this sounds like a great idea. My sister and I just get up and leave. Noone talking to me for days. Just my sister and I traveling to the Bahamas. The smell of the salty ocean waters blowing in our faces. The sway of the palm trees blowing in the winds. The warm sand beneath our feet. The sunny blue skies and the blue ocean waters offering a new scene.

No more muddy rides home. No more squishy lawns. No more surprise snow. Just us and the coconuts. The sunblock and the sunglasses. A vacation in the Bahamas with my sister and relaxation is my dream vacation.