Series
Meet the Neighbors
Cordelia watched in a mini panic as her older brother shrank into the horizon on the horse. Getting him to trust her decision had been no small task. The wizard gave him a mirror that would allow Tom to see what she was doing anytime he looked at it. But not before Tom made it clear that he would be visiting every week to make sure the wizard was doing good on his promise that Cordelia would not be harmed.
By Colleen Sincavage5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Groves
Sunlight spills into the room, flooding into my tired eyes. I reluctantly throw the covers off, stretching up and cracking my back. I sigh as I remember why I’m here instead of in my own bed. I drowsily drag my feet down the stairs: part of me half expects to smell aunt Lily’s famous cream cheese stuffed French toast with Maplewood smoked bacon and a roaring pot of coffee. I’m heartbroken as I look around the painfully empty kitchen. Memories of her singing (terribly) whatever song was on the radio as she swayed her hips with her long flowing dresses practically sweeping the floors came flooding back. I close my eyes for just a moment, trying to reinforce the mental levies that this trip has slowly been chipping at. More memories escape though, each hitting harder than the last.
By Katie O'Shea5 years ago in Fiction
DOGS vs BUGS.
Hugo just moved into his brand new house. After unpacking most of his things there were still a few boxes left in the garage that were going to be used for later. One day he went to look for something that he knew was in one of these boxes. He went into the garage and found the brown paper box that he was looking for. At this time it had been there for months.
By Keenan Mitchell5 years ago in Fiction
Piper's Dream
“Piper, bring me that basket. Yes, that one. Good. Now follow me and help me get these herbs in to dry.” Her grandmother GG called to her from the middle of the garden. The sun was filtering through the trees in beautiful golden rays. Her large, floppy hat hid her grey curls; but her pale green eyes shown with laughter. Even the lines of aging could not dull her vivacious nature.
By Rugergirl225 years ago in Fiction
Hearing The Tree
As I watched Trey walk back to his seat, our eyes met. I held my breath and waited to see if there was any trace of recognition on his face. But he either didn’t remember me or he was so lost in grief, it didn’t register. For a moment, I almost laughed as I remembered the day he called when we were in bed. She showed me his name in her phone was spelled Très. “He’s so very, my sweet Trey, that I told him his name should be spelled in French.” She giggled and answered the call, “Hello Très Trey? No. No, I can’t right now. I’m with Alana.”
By Kerry Love5 years ago in Fiction
I. Phoenix
As I sit in a jail holding cell crying, I feel something strange. The room seems to feel heavy, and the clocks are stopping. A woman in an all black dress, with a black hat and a veil walks in casually. She gives me a glare I can feel through the veil, and speaks in an authoritative manner towards me. “I have been watching you little eagle,” she moves her veil out of her face to reveal a middle aged pale face with well done makeup, blonde hair and piercing dark eyes. She then pulls out a large box wrapped in brown paper and puts it in my hands.
By Matthew Cook5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Lake of Dour
The Black Lake of Dour Heidi lay staring at the ceiling, still sweating. The nightmare she had woken up from still shook her. She kept her eyes closed, still scared she might open them and see the focusless gaze of the two teenage boys she had the misfortune of finding the previous week at Grannys.
By Gabriel Smith5 years ago in Fiction
