Melina Verhoff

“Bridge” by Melina Verhoff

Submitted to Contest #90

Golden Tree of Life, Death, and pure Loyalty. It's a rare species of tree that decides what the people will do to make their village a better place. This tree, so rumors have been told, it speaks to those who have a clean record, and has done well to the community. It chooses a person in power through the positive minds of the people. If the person, who was chosen, abuses said power, another person will replace them, n...

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“The lonely road that I've taken” by Melina Verhoff

Submitted to Contest #89

 In April of the year 2021, I remember feeling like something was going to go wrong. Somehow, someway, some shape or form, I'm going to mess up.  A few years ago, during my 8th-grade year, I went to this church that felt like home to me. Everyone, there was welcoming, very kind, and shows respect and pure kindness that just makes the church a whole lot easier to get comfortable in. I made close relationships, in the Youth events, which soon became my life-long friendships. The church is possibly the only ...

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“Notice” by Melina Verhoff

Submitted to Contest #88

One thing I don't get is the fact that I am new here. No, I get that I am new, haha that came out weird. Joking aside, the fact that no one notices me. I know I stand out compared to the others in the school. I wear colorful clothing, My hair is light teal, Emerald green eyes, why isn't anyone noticing me? I try to greet others from different cliques, but no one sees me. It's rather strange. It varies from my emotions. O...

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“Never Forget Me” by Melina Verhoff

Submitted to Contest #80

Irma: My husband brought our kids to the office that he works at to give them a tour of the building. The very last time I was able to Hug and Kiss them goodbyes was just hard. No one could've predicted this. If we could, This wouldn't have happened. You know?Reporter: How did you know about this disaster?Irma: I was making myself some coffee so I could wake myself up a little. I turned on the news, like I do every morning. The news comes on, and I see ...

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“On the Clock (Chapter 1: Her)” by Melina Verhoff

It was always her and her thoughts. Never once has anyone seen her talking to anyone, other than herself. Everyone thinks she's crazy. No one knows what's going on her head. Except for me. Akuji. I'm Akuji. I am her friend. When she feels alone. I'm right behind her. I don't see her in the night time as much. But during the daylight, I'm always in her footsteps. I was with her since her parents passed. They passed in a car accident. Except for her. She was only 3.She was found by police, they saw her unconcious, not b...

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“Nature's Fireworks” by Melina Verhoff

Submitted to Contest #79

My grandma was my best friend. She'd listen to my "issues" as a 6 year old. She'd tickle me, she'd have the most beautiful laugh that forever is held in my heart. She'd have the biggest heart of all of my family, and I'm glad that she ended up the way she ended her sentence with a period. When my dad was growing up, my grandma and my grandpa (biological) weren't in good shape. Their health was just so...

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“ I am Found” by Melina Verhoff

Submitted to Contest #79

I've never seen the light of day. I'm not sure what the birds sing about. I don't know what the smell of oak trees are. The feeling of soft moss growing on the tall pine trees. The taste of wild berries. I have never seen the planet known as the Earth. I was born in a spaceship, a whole civilization of people who, too, have never been to or seen the lifeless planet. Since that day... I'm only 16 years o...

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“My dear, Sweet, Grandma” by Melina Verhoff

Submitted to Contest #71

My dear, sweet Grandma,                     Do you remember those cookies you made all those years ago? The oatmeal ones? I do. Those were my favorite. Everytime I sink my teeth into those fresh, soft, and warm cookies, I can feel my mouth feel like I'm drowning my tongue in my own saliva. I never liked oatmeal cookies. Only yours. Your cookies were special.  For many years, I tried to recreate the...

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“It Lurks” by Melina Verhoff

Submitted to Contest #70

  “The day was January 13, 1982. I was camping with my friends; Emily, Dalton, Irene, and me, Melina. Emily, she's the type of gal that is a hardcore athlete. She's this tall, fit lady with long blonde hair that is always put up in a hair tie and a stereotypical athletes headband with a soccer ball stitched in the middle of it. I've never seen her once without it. God I hope she washes it.  Then there's Dalton. He...

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