Arwen Dove

“Young & In Love” by Arwen Dove

Submitted to Contest #81

‘Jeanie slowly trudged along the rocky path and felt tears in her eyes. She shouldn’t be crying, today was no different to any other day. The kids in her class at school never changed. Today, even her best friend Betty hadn’t defended her. Betty had been the only friend Jeanie had ever had, until now. Today, while the other kids had thrown grass at her, Betty threw tomatoes. When the other kids mocked her and jeered at her, Betty laughed and agreed with them. If the other kids stole her stationary, Betty would scribble all over her desk with...

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“A Play Date” by Arwen Dove

Toby I zoomed through down the road in Mummy’s car. She was driving of course, so don’t get the wrong idea.  My name is Toby, and I’m five and one quarter years old, I can’t drive, for your information. I’m on my way to see my mummy’s friend.  I never look forward to these moments, especially when Mummy’s friend has a little girl my age. It’s pure torture!  One time, when Mummy’s friend had a little girl… oh! It hurts to remember!  The girl had walked straight up to me and started to talk as if we were long lost friends. ...

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“Just a Little Crush” by Arwen Dove

Submitted to Contest #81

She could feel herself turning black and blue with envy. Her rage consumed her and she stomped away. She hated everyone at that moment- particularly Melissa. It had all started at school a few weeks ago… >>>>> It was the first day of school for the year and Valerie felt her eyes drifting to the boy at the seat next to her. She couldn’t help but notice his shaggy brown hair and bright green eyes. The boy looked at her and smiled. Valerie could feel her heart fluttering. Her cheeks turned all pink and she looked down at her text...

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“Just a Feeling” by Arwen Dove

Submitted to Contest #80

I race through the tumble down village in hope that I’ll be able to find some scrapes on the side of the road, or in the trash.  There’s not much hope in my errand; any scrapes are usually already gone by the time I get there.  Everyone’s living the same way.  I often like to dream of what the future will be like.  Most of the time, It’s hard to imagine anything but the here and now.  Mama is always disappointed when I come home empty handed, though she never says anything.  She knows it’s not my fault.  On...

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“Little Robin” by Arwen Dove

Submitted to Contest #79

The sun shone brilliantly through the thread-bare branches of the swaying trees. Robins chirped at a rapid pace, trying to keep in tune with the immensence song of the Swallows. It was a constant battle. Robins had been at war with Swallows since time began. Finally a little Robin, who had been standing his distance for a while, sang out. For a moment all that could be heard was silence, then the outranges racket of the applauding Robins.All Swallows were now cowering under the friendly stare of the singing star.No b...

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“The Forbidden Peak” by Arwen Dove

Submitted to Contest #79

James awoke, startled by the downfall of an acorn which had decided to fall straight into his open mouth. He hurriedly spat it out. James had faced worse for morning wake-ups, like the time his Aunt had poured a bucketful of water over him, or when his mother had thought he was dead and had gone poking and prodding him to make sure he was alive. His mother.James clutched his knees closer to his chest, blinking back tears. Why did she have to go? He fingered the little red button his mother had given him as a baby.&nb...

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“The Folk of The Forest” by Arwen Dove

Nobody knew exactly how old Nellie Woodsman was, Seventeen felt about right. This was due to the fact that the tale of the Folk of the forest had been around for centuries upon centuries, and so only the most necessary details were kept. Rumours had it that the girl had been born into a most respectable family, rather high up in the aristocrats’ way of social being, if I recall correctly. Well, as the story goes, she somehow ended up on the doorstep of a random little house in the forest, and to this day, nobody knows how. The folk that live...

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