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I looked around the corner of the living room door. She was sitting on the couch, crying. My heart ached for her. I heard him banging around in the kitchen, swearing every other word. Then he came back into the living room, carrying a bottle of beer. "You can get out, or get th... - Fiction > Realistic FictionSince the talent show auditions were coming up in about two weeks, Strum went on overdrive. We had to decide on a certain song to audition and play in the talent show. Of course, it was difficult to do this. There were so many distractions. Of course, Ben and I couldn’t keep away from each oth...
- Fiction > RomanceI had seen him before. At athletic events, mostly basketball and soccer though. I had seen him at a math meet, which we both didn’t seem to enjoy. I don’t see him enough. Of course, that’s obvious, considering we don’t attend the same school. I had seen him enough to know one thing, tho...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI was walking down the hall to my locker the next morning. I was really early to school. I looked down the row of lockers, but something made the sight of the closed doors imperfect, but only just. There was a boy standing at an open door by himself. I looked closer. It was Jack. What a coin...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWe were actually pretty good, we weren’t bad at all. Everyone knew how to do their job, we just had to put the parts together. We played a couple songs, including “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence, “Suddenly I See” by KT Tunstall, “Rooftops” by Lostprohets, and a few others. You kno...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionIf you ever want to see something funny, then you should have seen the look on Chasity’s face when I told her about the recess she missed, about the kiss, and how Ben and I are now dating. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She said. “Ben? But … you should have let me be there!” ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWe were sitting on the bed, Chasity fiddling with the Rubix Cube she found on my desk. I was really curious about this whole “Jack” thing, and was hoping she would be able to help. “Okay, now we’re in private, no need to hold anything back.” I said. She sighed, and the began. “A...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“Babe, why didn’t you tell me you dated her?” I asked Ben, my handing aching from his tight hold. “It wasn’t important.” “WASN’T IMPORTANT?!” I dropped his hand, and stood in the middle of the sidewalk, crowds parting around me. “Come on, baby. Don’t do this. Not h...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe next morning wasn’t totally easy, after my disappointment in her, and her embarrassment about the whole situation. I was waiting all morning for her to crack the ice, but she wouldn’t make the move, so I was going to have to be the one to get rid of the chill. It was in the car ride, on ...
- Poetry > Free VerseHe pulls out the knife, and sinks it deep, into the orange flesh, and then hands the hilt to me, I saw away, as if, performing an autopsy, on a dead man. Finally, as the knife gives a little, I pull the top off, and feel the last little roots, rip and tear, and then I pull the top, ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI found myself a few weeks later sitting around Spencer’s dinning room table, with Ben, Chasity, and obviously, Spencer. There was a plate of cookies in front of us, made by Mrs. Anderson, who was nothing like Spencer, although she had the same bubbly and happy attitude. “So,” Said Chasit...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionSo after chorus, we had this meeting in the library. By the way, the library was HUGE! Floor to wall shelves filled with books. But anyways, at the meeting, we went over these rules, and then the gave each student in our grade a thousand dollar laptop. So Chasity was right, a laptop! My own. A...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionFinally, I found my way through a throng of people, made my way to the Cafe, as people called it. I saw Chasity by the door with two boys, one of them I vaguely recognized as Ben. The other must have been Spencer. He had short, spiky brown hair. His eyes were brown too, and he had lots of frec...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionIt was Wednesday morning, September 1st. I had a shoulder bag draped over … well, my shoulder. It held your average supplies for eighth grade; a binder or two, a few notebooks, that sort of stuff. “Mom! Are we ready!” I yelled to her. She was cooped up in her bedroom curling her hair. ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionMy name is Natalie King. I’m thirteen, and recently moved to New York City with my mom. We have a small apartment in Manhattan. It’s nothing much. But now, it’s home. I’m not your usual, normal girl. My hair is bleach blonde with bright red and pink highlights. It’s cut to my should...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter One Payton felt the wind blow through her hair, the breeze on her skin. It felt so good. She pressed her heels into Zephyr’s side, and their speed increased. She laughed. Zephyr turned her head back, and shook her long, sleek black mane. They galloped up a hill, and came to a...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI guess I had fallen asleep. But I don’t know when. The pillowcase was damp, from my tears. Firenze was still fast asleep, one arm thrown over her head, the other hanging off the side of the bed. I walked over to the window quietly. The sun was just coming up. I could see the town from her...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyEverything was so loud! From the people making deals with others, to dogs barking, to women laughing. I was scared. There were so many people here; everything about it was frightening. Together, Firenze and I walked into the oncoming crowd, and got jostled about a bit. We walked through that wa...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI woke up, my face hot. My clothes were plastered to my body, and I felt all sticky. I was glad to wake up. I had suffered from another nightmare of Mum. ? I was running through the forest, although it wasn’t our forest. The trees were sparse, and a few of them were a dull white, wit...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI walked through the door of my small cottage just as the sun went down. A day in the woods is always calming for me, whether it’s illegal, or not. I had many herbs and greens in my burlap sack. Dinner. “Where have you been, Zahili?” My father asked. His dark, untidy hair stuck up in a...
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