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Submitted to Contest #158
Truth or Dare Truth or Dare should be a children's game, like hopscotch or tag. It has no business in Daria Fordam's house. Daria is in eighth grade like the rest of us and we are all too mature to play this game. Lindsay is up and the group calls out “Truth or Dare” and she giggles like a baby being bounced on someone's knee. “Dare.”she laughs and we can barely hear her voice for the laughter in the room. She should have said 'truth' because we all know about her and Daniel under the bleachers anyway. That...
Submitted to Contest #99
SWEET DREAMS It was windy, that lovely summer day, when I first met her. She was dressed in a colorful cotton sundress and wore light blue sandals on her feet. Her hair was held back by a greenish ruffled scrungie and small pieces of it had escaped to blow gently in her face with every warmish breeze. A small backpack was on her back and around her waist was tied a silky scarf. Looking every bit the essence of summer she smiled at me across the picnic table and, no matter how silly this may sound, I fell in love right then and th...
TAKE IT AS IT COMES I've always loved the rain. It was in a sudden shower that I first met Lance. He offered me half of his umbrella and we laughed as we ran through the rain. I've always loved the moon. It was by the light of the moon that Lance proposed and presented me with a beautiful solitaire diamond to wear on my left hand and proudly flash to the entire world. I've always loved the wind. It was windy on our wedding day as we stood on the steps of the church getting our pictures taken and my veil blew over my face as we laughed. But...
Submitted to Contest #98
AMAZING GRACEShe is floating up to the ceiling and back. Floating on air it seems. She reaches out to touch the wall and finds it missing. Her heart beats faster and faster as she slowly awakens.A dream, she thinks, for nothing like that has ever happened to her in any world but that of sleep. She tries to reach for the real wall but finds herself constrained. Her fingers miss it by about three inches. Maybe it's not really there she thinks. Then I will be free. The thought improves her spirits but then she remembers that the wall is not her...
FUTURE PERFECTCammie knew things. She knew things that others didn't know and she knew them before they happened. Cammie had what some would call “a gift” and others might label “a curse”. She was able to relate all sorts of events prior to when they happened, and that astounded some people and frightened others. She was first aware of it in sixth grade.************************Camilla, will you read the second paragraph on page 137 please?” Cammie hated being called by her full name, but Mrs. Harrigan never called anyone by the shortened for...
Submitted to Contest #97
PERHAPS THE MOON The moonlight illuminates the garden and the rose bushes cast sketchy shadows on the nearby earth. It is impossible not to see that the rows and rows of flowers have had their ample share of attention recently. All to impress him, whatever he may look like. She stands at the window, looking out, but she might as well try to count the stars as to imagine the countenance of her betrothed. Father has said she will think him well-favored and handsome, but taking his opinion is not something she chooses to do. Mother, however...
TRANSPARENT CONFLICT – part one It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Huge rocks crashing into cars, buildings, buses, traffic lights, all while she watched helplessly from the office window. When the initial shock wore off she backed away from the huge glass structure and ran into the hall where she observed people running without a destination, huddled in corners, or crying into each others embraces. What she didn't see was anyone she recognized. Alina knew one thing for sure –That here was not the place to be. She heade...
Submitted to Contest #96
TWO MOONS The girl awoke, from what she wasn't certain, it surely was not a natural sleep, but nonetheless she awoke - face down in a drainage ditch. Her hair was caked with mud and twigs and she could feel a soreness at the back of her head. She was wearing a New York Yankees tee shirt and jeans, and her feet were adorned with a pair of mud colored socks. She sat up slowly and felt the back of her head with a scratched and filthy hand. She discovered a soreness there and a slight lump which protruded from her scalp. There wasn't muc...
UNCLE THEODORE Uncle Theodore is coming to live with us. I've never met him before and now he's going to live with us. Every day. All day. And all night. I've got to share my room with my brother now. He's 9 and I'm 13 and it sucks. All my friends have their own rooms but not me. I have to share with Willy the Whiner. All he does is whine and complain about everything. And he doesn't understand privacy or personal space. But his old room is going to Uncle Theodore now and we're going to be roommates like it or not. And with me it's not. ...
Submitted to Contest #95
HUDSON'S SWEET SHOP - NYC “Hurry up and choose a flavor or we'll miss our bus”. The mother gently prodded her son. He shuffled from foot to foot, anxious and impatient with himself for holding them up. “I have it narrowed down to green apple, strawberry banana, or coconut delight.” He said, looking up at his mother. “Which would you choose?” he asked. “I'd take the lemon lime if I were you”. She put her hand on his shoulder as a sign of her urgent attempt to get moving to the bus stop on the corner. “Yuk. Much too sour” “Just pick one alre...
(This story is written for young adult or middle grade readers) “I should have such a problem!” Elaine fluffs the pillow behind her back and settles comfortably into its softness. “If only...” She looks over at Jess and sighs. It's a deep sigh, one of longing and desire. “You are so lucky, Jess. So why aren't you smiling? Or swooning? Or something!!” This last word is said with such intensity that the rest of the girls in the group nod their approval of it's emphasis and look to Jess. “It's not as much fun as you are making it out to be....
This Part of ForeverRain like tear drops falls on the sidewalkSplashes in the existing puddlesSprinkles on the dirt to make new onesYou always liked the rainIt seems so appropriate that it would rain On your anniversaryIt's been two years nowBy the calendarBy my heart it's been just yesterdayOr a million yearsI can't decide whichPerhaps I'll never really knowOr it will never really matterTo anyone but meBest friends foreverIs what we used to sayYou never told me that your foreverAnd mine might not exactly matchThat my forever might drag...
Submitted to Contest #94
The Light Saber Little Katie. Only four years old. But in some ways mature beyond her years. Having a good time playing on the swing set in the backyard. Up and back, up and back, swinging to her heart's content. Imagining she is Princess Leia riding in the Millennium Falcon with Han and Chewy at the controls. She loves Star Wars although her parents hesitated to take her to see it because of her age. She might not have understood everything (but who does?) but she knew the good guys from the bad guys and cheered in all the right pl...
Truth or Dare Truth or Dare should be a children's game, like hopscotch or tag. It has no business in Daria Fordam's house. Daria is in eighth grade like the rest of us and we are all too mature to play this game. Lindsay is up and the group calls out “Truth or Dare” and she giggles like a baby being bounced on someone's knee. “Dare.”she laughs and we can barely hear her voice for the laughter in the room. She should have said 'truth' because we all know about her and Daniel under the bleachers anyway. That's what all the snickerin...
My True Love Have you heard of Jessalyn? She used to live on Mainard Street? She was once my true love you know. Her tale is quite sad. Can I tell you about her now? That is if you have the time? Oh, I see. You have a commitment to keep. I do understand. Perhaps we can speak of her later when you are free. She used to come here, to this little outdoor cafe, often. Sometimes we came together. But that was years ago. What's that? You are late you say. I'm sorry to have bothered you. Seriously, I don't mean to keep you from your dut...
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