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Growing up, I was taught to be God-fearing and to have a compassionate heart. I went to church every Sunday and when I was in sixth grade, I went every Wednesday for youth as well. I had a wide variety of friends and tried my hardest not to be judgmental towards anybody. This proved to be difficult ... - Fiction > Realistic Fiction“D*mn it, Rob,” I groaned. “I told you I couldn’t do this.” My cloudy blue eyes narrowed and my lips pressed together into a flat line. I frowned as I dug my nails into my palm trying to keep from running a hand through his hair. I stood silently, waiting for him to speak. My frown deep...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI was running. That’s the first thing I noticed. The next thing was my location. Trees surrounded me, blurring green and brown. I could hear the birds communicating with each other, probably chirping about the young girl dodging the many trees. Why was I running? I felt my short black hair whi...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 14-August 14, 2001 (Claire) I sighed and looked into my closet. I ran a finger over all of the shirts, trying to decide what to wear. I felt awkward in my sweats and tank; I kept running my hand up and down my bare shoulder. “Would you stop fretting,” my brother complained as he...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 13-August 12, 2001 (Michael) I listened silently, as my boots clomped across the tile hallway. I kept glancing at the doors, trying to find the one I was looking for. Finally, I saw a door with a sign hanging on it that had Claire’s last name on it. I studied the painting for a minute...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 12-August 12, 2001 (Claire) “No way,” Alex exclaimed looking at the black walls in my classroom. He flicked his gaze back down to the small object in my hand. I laughed and nodded. “Yep.” I tossed the yellow balloon in my hand. I was careful as not to pop it. Alex glanced at ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 11-August 11, 2001 (Michael) I couldn’t get my mind off of her. She consumed my every thought, overpowering me. I found myself remembering even the little details of her; like how whenever she was annoyed, she twisted a lock of her short cinnamon hair around her finger. I wanted t...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 10-August 9, 2001 (Claire) It was time to paint my classroom. I glanced around the room, noticing the bare walls and empty desks. I had asked the principal beforehand before I went to buy the paint. He agreed under one condition; that it was school appropriate. “Ready Alex?” I s...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 9-August 8, 2001 (Michael) Her stormy grey eyes flickered and I sucked in a breath. Smiling, she ran a hand through my shaggy black hair. Wherever her fingers touched my skin, a trail a fire was left behind. “Michael,” she whispered, her lips against my hair. The hairs on the ba...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 8-August 7, 2001 (Claire) “Where is he?” I groaned, glancing at my watch for the fifth time. It was already 11:30 and I was starting to get annoyed. Sighing gruffly, I picked up a few boxes and tried to balance them on top of one another. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon. He...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 7-August 6, 2001 (Claire) Clearing my throat, I glanced down at the hand-written note clutched in my fingers. I looked back up at the sign on the building, making sure I was in the right place. “Twenty-second street,” I wondered aloud. The large brick building loomed over me, bi...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 6-August 1, 2001 (Michael) I took in a deep breath, and tightened my hold on the bouquet of flowers I was holding. I glanced at the little note card written in Anna King’s loopy script. On it was Claire’s name and room number. Ding. The elevators opened and I stepped inside l...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 5-July 31, 2001 (Claire) I could feel my body convulsing violently. I opened my mouth to let out a scream but nothing came out. Suddenly, there were strong, tan arms constricting my own. I looked up into the handsome face of a man’s and drew in a breath. He smiled and I wanted to scre...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 4-July 27, 2001 (Michael) It wasn’t until after we pulled up, that we heard the screaming. It was hoarse and hard to hear over the sirens of the truck. I looked up at the top of the building, where a hand was trying to wave for attention. “Help! I’m trapped!” She screamed ag...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 3-July 27, 2001 (Claire) “I’m going to get my hair cut,” Alex called out. I glanced at my watch. It was only 8:29 in the morning. I giggled quietly and looked in the direction of Alex’s room. “And do what?” I yelled back. I could hear Alex’s laughter from where I sat o...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 2-July 26, 2001 (Michael) Look at this puppy, I thought staring into the flags that waved across the sky, lighting up the street around us. The sirens were still loud in my ear, making my head ring. I felt a nudge against my arm and saw my buddy, Andrew, staring at me with his dark gree...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionChapter 1-July 26, 2001 (Claire) Smiling, I pushed a lock of my cinnamon colored hair behind my ear. I slid the key into the door and unlocked it. Pushing it open, I let out a happy sigh. The hallway led to a large, open living room and kitchen. I rolled the rest of my boxes in and set them in ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionPrologue-March 29, 1992 I heaved the black duffel bag onto the window sill and let out a sigh. A slight breeze blew through the window, caressing the back of my neck. I shuddered involuntarily. It was unseasonably cool for this spring night in Georgia. Suddenly, my dad’s snores ceased and...
- Fiction > RomanceThe next day, I was awoken by the ring of my phone. Uttering a harsh sound from my lips I groped the table for my phone. I grabbed it and pressed the speaker button. “What?” I grumbled. “Grace is that you?” Miranda called out from the other side. “Yeah I’m here. What’s wrong?...
- Fiction > Romance“I have always wanted to be kissed in the rain.” Her statement came back to me, full force. I sat up in my bed and looked towards the window. The soft pitter-patter of little rain drops could be heard outside along with the chirping of birds in that nest right outside my window. I pushed ...
- Fiction > RomanceI felt a hand on my back and sighing, I turned to face the person sitting on my bed. I opened my sleep-encrusted eyes to my mother’s worried face. I groaned inwardly; I didn’t want to talk to her right now. If only it had been Jake. I glanced at my clock which gleamed, 8:29 p.m. I sat up wor...
- Fiction > Romance“Grace, I need you to check on things in the kitchen. I have to continue being a host and our appetizers aren’t out yet. Go now,” My mother hissed into my ear. I smiled to myself, glad to have not been in trouble and to have a reason to enter the kitchen. “Okay,” I whispered back and sl...
- Fiction > RomanceSucking in a breath, I sat up in bed, my camisole clinging to my sweaty body. Another night filled with haunting dreams. I could still smell the stagnant alcohol on my breath and I sighed. Reluctantly I turned to my digital clock on my bedside table. The bright red numbers gleamed, 10:57 a.m. My dar...
- Fiction > RomanceBen was dumping me for that little slut. She had another name but I always referred to her as a slut—everyone does. “How could you do this to me?” I said watching him get out of his truck with her by his side. He stopped in front of me and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He was alre...
- Fiction > RomanceMany days passed. I continued my same routine: sleep ‘till noon, lay around the house, and sneak out at 9 to go party ‘till the wee hours of the morning. I tried to smile and show everyone that I was okay. I fooled only a few. My mother was one of them and she did as usual, tried to avoid the cl...
