Crystal R Whitchurch
Stories (8/0)
A bad day
The day started with the alarm not going off. I was running late for work and everything was just not going well. First, there was no hot water for the shower. Next, the milk went sour, and then my keys seemed to have grown legs, and walked off.
By Crystal R Whitchurchabout a year ago in Fiction
When the earth died
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It all started when the earth began to die. Scientists noticed plants and animals were dying. They got together and compared notes to realize what was happening. Ideas were given, some tried and some thrown out. People started to panic when they noticed. The world leaders were trying all they could to find a solution.
By Crystal R Whitchurch2 years ago in Fiction
Winter
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that was what the valley's history said. The town wasn't very big, only fifteen houses. There was a baker, a butcher, and a blacksmith. Each spends long days in their craft. The farmer grew fruits, grains, and vegetables on the edge of town. They also raised what little livestock they had.
By Crystal R Whitchurch2 years ago in Fiction
Send in the clowns
At the edge of town stood an old house. That looked like it would fall over at any minute. No one had gone there for years, but what stories does the house have? What memories lived in the walls. It is like all things begin in a simple way. There once was a family who moved there. A mother with long blonde hair. A father tall and strong and a little girl who had yellow hair like straw; June.
By Crystal R Whitchurch2 years ago in Fiction