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  Little Yellow House

  

  By LostInTime, Nowhere, NC

  I saw the little yellow house again on my walk home from school today. It sat slightly elevated on a not-quite-a-hill, looking chipper and polished as usual. Some days I think going to school is worth it, just to see the little yellow house smiling over the cityscape as if everything was always okay...
• Reviews > Movie Reviews
  The Hunger Games

  

  By LostInTime, Nowhere, NC

  I read the hunger games and enjoyed it. The idea is intriguing, the characters solid, and the story extremely exciting. But after finishing the entire novel I sighed heavily with relief. I would like to save the next reader my pain. For all though the story may be enjoyable at first, in hindsight I ...
• Fiction > Romance
  Texas Sky.

  

  By LostInTime, Nowhere, NC

  Dry. Dry. Nothing. Tumbleweed. Roadkill. I stared out the bird doo covered window and contemplated my current situation. How had it come to this? Of all of the wonderful plans I had created for the summer before senior year - none of them included driving down to the middle of nowhere to spend thirt...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Giving it your all.

  

  By LostInTime, Nowhere, NC

  Sometimes what you’ve always wanted turns out to be your worst nightmare. Sweat pours down my forehead, and I feel that familiar burning sensation, that lets me know that I’m red as beets. I am supposed to be cool, dreamy, on-top-of-it, but I feel like I’m going to die. No one understands...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  Unlikely Hero

  

  By LostInTime, Nowhere, NC

  “Sergeant Charles Morrison” it had a nice ring to it. I couldn’t help but feel proud of my new status. Suddenly I realized that the captain was speaking to me, I shook my head dumbfounded and looked up at him. “You are not a sergeant yet Charley, and your never gonna be one if you don’...
• Fiction > Romance
  The Cowboy and the Princess

  

  By LostInTime, Nowhere, NC

  So vivid are the memories I have of the first day of first grade. Clumped together with a few of the other girls in my class. I thought they were my friends, that is until they started making fun of my crooked teeth and freckled face. I cried in the sand box during recess. Then a shy little boy ...