Margot Pierpoint

“Don’t Trope Over Your Shoelaces” by Margot Pierpoint

Don’t Trope Over Your Shoelaces I really don’t know what to say. My story isn’t 1000 words, so here’s a rant: I haven’t written anything in a while. I got a notification that someone new followed me and I am always so incredulous at the fact that real people are seeing my work and like it. I’ve been doing other, bigger projects lately, but I would love to come back to doing short stories every Friday! I hope...

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“That Song We Used To Sing” by Margot Pierpoint

I know the pouring rain outside can’t be helped. Just as nothing could have stopped him from leaving. Just as no one can help me. The drip drip drip of the rain falling off the ceiling into a bucket is the source of my annoyance. No, the source of my annoyance is much deeper, much darker. I know there is a soft blanket around me, but I no longer feel its warmth. The warmth has left this house for good, just as I m...

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“In too deep” by Margot Pierpoint

Part I The cold saltwater numbs my feet as I stand in the ocean in the shallows of Rea, one of the Islands of Palea. The fish I came to collect lay in a net back on shore. Ysac will be expecting me, I’ve stayed much too long. I take a deep breath and trudge back to shore. As I heft the net full of fish over my shoulder, a soft, clear voice drifts across the water. The sound is so sweet, so lovely ...

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“Long and Lonely Travels” by Margot Pierpoint

Blue water. For miles and miles. There is nothing else to see out of the small porthole in my cramped bedroom. The smell of sweat and baked potatoes drifts down from the men’s room and the kitchen where Smiley cooks night and day. They call him smiley because he’s the only member of the crew without any missing teeth, besides me of course, but I already have a nickname. I relish the quiet of the night, punctured only by ...

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“Alienation” by Margot Pierpoint

Jexx knew his parents wouldn’t be happy if they knew he was here, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. As a child, Jexx had been know as Infant 1708845, but when his parents had been allowed permission to give him a name, they’d chosen Jexx. He was different from the other Infants, not quite what he was supposed to be. When he started to go to lessons, he tried hard to make acquaintances, but no one wante...

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“Sybil Of Swords” by Margot Pierpoint

Submitted to Contest #105

Six swords, three Acquirers, and two days to complete the mission. Seems low odds for success, but we’re professionals. There is no way we’ll fail. I met Aleck and Katalina when we were entered at five years old to be trained. The Masters ripped us from our families and destroyed anything unique about us. The girls were separated from the boys and we were given drab clothes and matching haircuts. No one slept that...

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“Have Joy” by Margot Pierpoint

The craving began so quickly I hardly realized what it was. My heart hammered in my ears, the muscles in my arms pulsing. I was excited. So excited I wanted to cry. I wanted something and I wanted it so badly it hurt. All night was spent tossing and turning trying to rid myself of the persistent feeling that was both annoying and somewhat pleasing. It continued through the morning. I tried to calm it by reading, b...

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“Paint You A Picture” by Margot Pierpoint

Submitted to Contest #103

Down the street, only three blocks away from mine, lies a big dark house with windows that are always shrouded in shade, even when the sun is out. All the kids on the block avoided it. Except on Halloween night, when all the kids dare each other to ring the doorbell. I never accepted the challenge, even when my friends called me names. I knew better, there was something off about the place, some kind of weird smell hung ...

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“Will You Still Love Me?” by Margot Pierpoint

I hope everyone is doing well, just wanted to say: Thank you for reading my stories! It makes me happy to know that other people out there like my writing too. I hope everyone is having a great summer. Thanks again!!! And I hope you enjoy!Will You Still Love Me?Margot PierpointWhen two children meet each other it is what people call friendship at first sight, but when two children who are destined to love each other, always, that is what people call a miracle. And when Elyse and I met, it was more, it...

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“When Life Gives you Lemons” by Margot Pierpoint

Submitted to Contest #100

When Life Gives you Lemons Margot Pierpoint Just wanted to say that it so far has been a really hot summer, and it's not usually so hot here, but if you have a lake or beach to go to it's not so bad. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, I try to submit one every week, even if it's not that good. So I present to you: When Life Gives you Lemons. *death, mangled bodies, sadness*

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“Dancing in the sun” by Margot Pierpoint

Submitted to Contest #99

Some people say that as you get older your memories fade. Others say with age comes wisdom. I say the moments that change your life you never forget, no matter how old. I know that I won’t forget that day sixty summers ago when I was just a girl. That fateful day when I met Ruby. It was the night before the solstice gathering and my mother was putting the final touches on my silky dress. My mother had worked long ...

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“Staying Connected” by Margot Pierpoint

Every year on the fifteenth of the sixth month, which is thought to be the center of the year when anything can happen, my family celebrates with a strange tradition. No one but my mother entirely understands why we do it, but we go along because if we don’t, supposedly some dark spirit will eat our soul. We all have our own crazy definitions for the tradition, my brother Pup thinks that my mother wants to entwine our hi...

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“Hard Work” by Margot Pierpoint

Submitted to Contest #97

It was a warm summer Saturday, ordinary and oppressive. I was in the corner store my family and I started ten years ago, when my daughter Sunny was just an imagination. Just like every night I was scrubbing down the surfaces and emptying the cash register. Then just like very night Sunny and I walked three blocks to our small home. We passed the small garden Sunny’s mother made and the mural Sunny painted on the side of ...

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“Strange people” by Margot Pierpoint

Submitted to Contest #96

I remember the night like it was yesterday. I was asleep when the loud knock came on my door. I reluctantly heaved myself out of bed and down the stairs to the front door. I remember thinking it was probably my nextdoor neighbor/sister coming to talk, so I left my hair in the messy state it was in. I remember the utter surprise when I opened my yellow door, with the chipping paint and squeaky doornob, and t...

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