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My breath quickens, fogging up in front of me like a tiny ghost calling for attention. My feet on the sodden spring path splash mud on my exposed legs. I glance back, hoping to avoid seeing some spectral image coming out of the darkened shed I just exited. The shadows dance around me, swaying to a tune only they can hear. Ahead, I can see the light of the house winking through the dark trees; I wish that I didn’t have to pass through their limbs, creaking in the wind. They ...
If I curl up smaller and go down under the blankets a bit more,I might not be able to hear the shouting from the kitchen.Crash! Oh no,there goes his dinner, thrown at the wall again.He's getting louder and angrier.I can hear Mummy crying."Please don't, Jack," she says." You'll wake Lily."But I've been awake since Dad fell up the front steps and said bad words when he tripped over.Mummy washed my mouth out with soap once when I said a bad word.But no-one is brave enough to do that to my Dad....
“Once upon a time, there was a little wolf cub.” The deep grizzled voice cut through the dimly lit room and down into the fluffy mound of tussled blankets and sheets that wiggled and squirmed with a little wild girl. “It was a cub with the wildest hair, the wildest grin, and the wildest heart.” A little voice squeaked from between the layers, muffled and soft, “Just like me, granny?” The old weathered face creased with well earned wrinkles as it grinned into the night. “Oh ...
I had a best pal - Richie. We liked to do all sorts of stuff together. For a long time, our favourite game was at lunchtime at school we would spin in circles. You have to stand on the grass and look up at the sky and hold your arms out at the sides, then close your eyes and spin and spin as fast as you can. Sometimes we bashed into each other or other people like two pinballs in a pinball machine – that’s what the arms-out were for. You had to keep going, no matter what, until one of us shouted STOP and we had to...
THE LIFE AND TIMES OF THE WHY-CHILD Mum came out with that business about my initials just being coincidence again today. Well, I’m sorry, but I just don’t buy it as Mr Prentice says when we come up with some excuse for our homework not being done. Say what you like about Mum, but she’s not stupid, and she has a way with words and all that, and I can’t believe that it didn’t dawn on her that Wilhelmina Harriet Yarrow gives you WHY. I’d rather sh...
Zoom…ClickCurly brown hair and a set of dull grey eyes stared back at Flynn as he looked into the mirror. His crooked nose turned up in a sneer pulling at the wave of freckles that lined his nose.Let’s try this again, he thought.Lifting up th...
News report for February 28, 2125: Tonight, at the American Androids Company in Tallahassee, Florida, terrorists entered and opened fire, killing one employee and wounding two others. The leader, Robert Jones had entered looking for his child who had been taken by his android servant after a domestic violence incident where he threatened his wife and child. The android and child, Jimmy Jones was being sheltered with other children and androids after the same terrorists&...
Dear, Harry (Little Bro).I’m about to head out on what might be my last mission. So the Commanders say, anyway. Not because my job is nearly done, but this one, they reckon, is more dangerous than all the previous missions combined.Too many unknowns: Unusually long hypersleep, an uncharted sector, limited intel on the enemy.They’ve suggested I should write my story down before I go. Something for you to read when you’re old enough.I haven’t got long, so I’ll keep it brief. Here goes:My name is Jack (Big ...
Knock, knock!The man, whose I opened the door to, was Dad. People describe him as a popular guy with ladies. I think he is a middle-aged guy, who wears weird clothes, that are for teens or college kids. Weird or not, he is my father! I didn’t choose him. As I pulled the door, he entered the house and he said, "Ready for the trip? Kids?""D...
It was the night that every kid waits for, myself included! The night we planned for all year round. It was Christmas at last! The day the big jolly man from the North gave us all we asked for...or not. My parents started by pulling out the decorations, while my grandmother baked gingerbread cookies in the kitchen. My sister just played with her doll baby. My parents strung the lights on the tree and then started with the ornaments. Momma had a special ornament for me and my bab...
I’ve been waiting forever to see my father. Sometimes I miss him so much that I feel sick. A lump grows in my throat and my stomach hurts. My mom says these feelings are nothing but nerves and that if I ignore them, they will go away. I guess she’s right, but my stomach is tied into knots.Don’t get me wrong. I love my mother but my father is super special. He’s like a superman for me. He can do everything and for every problem, he has a magical solution. He makes every day fun. My little brother, Sam misses him too, that is, when h...
LIFE’S DOORSSchool had just let out for the summer and my parents went shopping for our upcoming camping trip. I wanted to go with them, but mom insisted Mrs. Sorenson, our next-door neighbor, stay with me. I was 11. I didn’t need a babysitter, but I didn’t get a vote. When the door closed behind them, a shiver ran down my back.Mrs. Sorenson is ok, but she makes these really awful cookies. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, so I always eat one. It takes a big glass of milk to soak the cookie up enough...
RUNTBy Andrew Paul GrellNobody knew what to do with me, except to keep me from getting underfoot. I was too young to shear, but I was pretty handy with a currycomb. Someone might hand me some canvas, a handful of grommets, and a hammer just to see if I could make or repair tents; a very useful skill for desert nomads. What I really wanted was to sail ships. Once on a journey from here to there I saw Lake Lashon and the boats on the calm surface, men pulling in nets of fish. I wanted to be the Captain...
I don’t understand why what I wrote today in class got me in trouble. Mrs. Jenkins wrote on the board, “Fall smells like…” and we were supposed to complete the sentence. This is third grade. It’s not a new concept. So, it’s not like I didn’t understand what she was asking me to do. I did. So, I did. “Fall smells like… dementia dog pee.”I guess Mrs. Jenkins was mad because she wanted to use all our answers in a class poem and mine didn’t have a nice ring to it. That to me sounds like cheating. I mean, just last week, ...
feels 'e got gypped coursing adrift down banks of the Nile No book learning known while this lil scribe longing for Fay M. Lee. She iz hot! The only pseudo education I acquired (about female anatomy and physiology...?) flowed naturally being schooled courtesy longest river in the world. Earliest recollections find yours truly (comfortably nestled within artfully made arc cake looking craft, i.e. balled rocky bulrush – off sturdy limb wicker basket) meandering entire length of the Nile River. Fingers slip and...
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