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Alec drove slowly down the road. Oak trees lined the evening lit road, their leaves turning a shade of brown as they gently fell, catching in the winds gust to splatter onto his pickup. "There!" Akari said with excitement, pointing to a street to the right. As Alec turned off onto the dirt road Akari oohed in excitement. Apple trees were everywhere. His excitement made Alec smile as he pulled to a stop i...
Being reborn as a bird had to have been the most freeing feeling a person could feel, Freya thought to herself. She had died with a broken heart, feeling as if a bird had gotten its wings clipped so it could no longer fly, but now she felt as if she could fly from any of her problems. She landed on a branch, feeling it bending with her weight but still she chirped with cheerfulness as a song took hold. A...
Brynn sat in the dining room of her small house with loads of fall-colored construction paper littering the length of the table with only a tiny space to do the crafts. Lilith, her friend's daughter, was supposed to be joining her soon while her mom went out on one of her monthly flings. A few moments later the doorbell rang and she hurried to answer the door. Cressida was already driving off, leaving th...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. We had been in the middle of summer and now suddenly the leaves were red and orange, with a hint of yellow and brown in them. Arkansas weather had to be the most bipolar state in the world if the temperature had dropped from 90 to 70 degrees. “This is scientifically impossible,” Kyler grumbled next to me as he wrapped his arms around himself for war...
It was chilly outside as Abigail walked down the street to where the local coffee shop was located. The leaves were bright orange and red color as they caught the breeze and floated to the ground. "Abby!" A female's voice called from down the street. Waverly jogged to where I stood. "Where are you going?" "The coffee shop, I heard they had new drinks out," I reply cheerfully.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the computer that I sat in front of. Humming along with the song that currently played on the radio, I stared at the blank page of the document I had pulled up little over an hour ago. I had no idea what I wanted to write, writer's block was the worst. The book I would soon be writing had to be absolutely perfect if it was to make me famous. "Iris, honey?" Mom stuck h...
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