Lindsey Starrberri

“Burning Snow” by Lindsey Starrberri

Carly peered out the frosted window of the old cabin, watching as small flakes of snow fell to the ground. The logs that made up the walls of the cabin knocked lightly as the wind howled outside. Carly shivered and turned away from the window, taking a seat in the red leather chair near the fireplace. The orange and red flames danced wildly as yellow embers flew from the fire, giving warmth to the entirety of the cabin. Carly kept her eyes locked on the flames, watching them engulf the kindling as if the logs were mere splinters of wood.Carl...

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“The Murder of Presi Bavver” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #70

The Blauevmanc County Police Station was a horrible place for officers and criminals alike. The station had been built in 1932, and, to most everyone's sadness, had been one of the only buildings to hold up during the second world war. The station was built from old withering bricks, and the man who was in charge of keeping the ivy along the sides of the building contained was too busy hitting on women to actually get the job done. The inside was even worse. The oak doors were creaky on their rusty hinges, and the musty concrete jail cells...

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“Future Fail, Future Fury” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #57

Zizi Collar drummed her fingers on the glass dining table, strumming through the latest Magazine Online Weekly disk. The small, black portable disk looked like a small button, but projected a hazy blue light of typed slides Zizi scanned. She squinted at the photograph of Harley Edis, before shaking her head and swiping the visual away. The next slide was an article on model jet boots, with several photographs of the styles they came in, including one interesting video of a set of boots that changed into a pair of hot pink heels when you land...

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“Fridays at Pawling's Tacos and Cones” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #56

It was a warm spring day in Pawling, New York. The sky was relatively clear compared to the past week, and a breeze blew through the air, carrying brightly colored petals from one area to the next. The chirping of blue jays and the loud call of the chipmunks gave a beautiful feeling to the day. That was, unless, you were walking down east Main Street, where a loud group of seven teenagers known throughout town had taken over the outdoor seating at Pawling's Tacos and Cones."This Monster flavor is GOOD!!!" Bella exclaimed loudly. The people a...

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“Dreams under Stars” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #51

August 1997 It always seemed like such a vast universe, looking up at the stars. During the day, you just have thoughts rushing through your mind, never really thinking about the world, just the present. What flavor of ice cream you're going to get, what store you want to go to next, when you should hit the beach. It's when you look up at the empty night time sky when you really let your mind rest from the hustle and bustle of the day's events. You just think. I finished washing my plate, a fragile white one with small flowers on the edges...

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“Breathe” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #49

She sat quietly beside him, her sun tanned hand grasping his tightly. Her pink painted nails had a gold sparkle to them, and they dug lightly into his weak hand as she silently prayed in the quiet room. Her brother placed his strong hand on her boxy shoulder, squeezing it tightly. She just closed her blue eyes tighter, determined to keep praying. The bags under her eyes were as dark as her brothers; they hadn't slept for five days. All they had been doing was waiting. Neither knew exactly what for- or didn't want to admit it. Clear salty te...

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“Starts with Me” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #48

Barbara was my best friend. She was amazing, and even with her arctic cold eyes that boys took as a 'Try and Die" sign, she always managed to book a date Saturday night-which was more than I ever could. She cared about everyone, and desperately wanted to visit Africa to help the families in poverty. She taught my cousin how to knit, and always knew the best apples to buy at Larry's. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. She really was amazing. But as Mademoiselle Garnier taught us in English, "was" is a past tense verb. She fell off a b...

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“Early Dog Days” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #34

I was surrounded by pancakes, strawberries and chicken. Oh boy, what should I eat first? My tail wagged happily as I looked around this delicious destination, and I jumped on the giant chicken."Ammmhu?" I heard Jake murmur, and my eyes snapped open. Darn. Just a dream."Duke? Duke, move," Jake swatted at my golden fur. I barely moved my paws as Jake wriggled beneath me. "Duke, come on."Jake was tired, I could tell. But it was seven. I was used to waking up to the sound of the bed springs bouncing, and Jake stumbling across the carpet floor an...

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“Escape of Traz” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #20

NcKayla ducked down in the dark bushes, her dark hair swinging behind her. She moved swiftly off the palace grounds, disregarding pearls and other jewelry along the way. She only kept on a gold bracelet encrusted in diamonds and a beautiful ring from her mother.NcKayla hid behind the tall stone wall, her tan skin barely blending in with the dark of night. A trio of guards passed her, talking. NcKayla remained still until they turned the hedge and disappeared.She ran toward the golden gates, and opened them. NcKayla slowly closed them behind ...

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“Summer Lifts” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #19

I sat on the couch with Mat and Tracey. Bip came over and jumped on the couch, his tail wagging happily. I pet his golden fur and propped my socked feet up on a brown footrest. Tracey and Matt were discussing politics, and my brother Jake was playing soccer outside with his buddies.When we come to Tracey's house for the summer, there's usually a lot of excitement. But with Tracey being 3 months pregnant, her sister in law has nothing to do. Thank God for TV!I sagged on the couch, a bowl of jello in my hand. I shoved a spoonful of orange jell...

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“A wealthy way of living” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #18

Handres Elliot Gregwend. My uncle. He died about a year ago, at 102. My mother still wonders about him.Uncle Hans was Father's brother. He was the pickpocket of the state. He never passed a block without picking something up. Once, Uncle Hans gave me a beautiful pocket watch, gold. It was perfect. He gave my brother a pretty watch, and my three sisters each got jewelry. Later, we took the accessories to a jeweler, and he told us they were real, about thirty carats each.Uncle Hans never disappointed us. Mom tells us that the only reason he be...

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“A life through trees” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #14

If you fall out of a tree, do you get back up yourself or get help from other???By Lisa MonkBelieve me, I know what that's like. You can't just live life without meeting people and facing obstacles along the way. That's just how God made it. We have to accept that. And I've faced many obstacles. No one really understands growing up, or why it happens, or why we go through what we go through. But I figured that out.My aunt was a drug dealer. She was sentenced to jail for life when she was caught. My mom had grown up on a barn, and ran away wh...

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“Oreos” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #12

JessI came home from school that night, but no one was home. I did my homework at that old oak table in our tiny house. When no one came home to eat dinner, I ate an apple in the fridge and 13 Oreo's Mom had gotten the night before. We don't have a television, so I read A Christmas Carol, eyeing the door, waiting for Mom and Dad to enter. Nothing.I waited until 10 o'clock, but no one came home. I went upstairs and changed into my pajamas, and brushed my hair and teeth before going to bed. I slunk under my red comforter and tried to go to bed...

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“Me and that Quokka” by Lindsey Starrberri

Submitted to Contest #12

I sat behind the glossed wooden desk too big for me, hat tipped for the no-games look. My tiny fingers ran across the desk, touching a paper and puling it to my side. To whom it may concern, If Deddy Henry Hamfrin does not find a partner by the date of January 18, 2023, he may be resigned from the force. Yeah right. If this hamster couldn't find a partner, I would be signed off the force. But what if I just found a sidekick to follow me? Much better. I squirmed in my chair. The intercom came on. It was loud, not helping in my small cubical o...

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“Layers” by Lindsey Starrberri

"Here you go," the man with the blonde beard said, handing me an address. I nodded thank you, then quickly left the employment office. Ever since Charlie was sent to the hospital, funds have decreased by almost three thousand dollars. I had to get a job now to raise money so we can pay for the kids and bank loans. It was a desperate time in my life.Winter tugged at my shirt. I looked down at her and Max, who was sulking. "Mom? Can we see the place you'll work at?" the seven year old asked. I sighed. "No harm. Let's walk, we'll save gas."As w...

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