Jazzmine Wolfe
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To The Haven
Asha laid next to her sisters, Ravyn and Courtney, who were sound asleep. She was the oldest. She carried the most on her back when it came to responsibility and seeing things through. She looked at them sleeping peacefully. The girls hid away in an abandoned barn. Asha slowly got up from her pallet. She needed fresh air to think and she didn’t want to wake her sisters. Slipping out the barn doors and closing them back quietly. She walked towards a well in the middle of the property.
By Jazzmine Wolfe3 years ago in Fiction
Hope Falls
The sky lit with a bright yellow hue. The air was cold and the wind blew light waves throughout the district. From a third-floor window, Des’ree, at the age of fourteen was in the bay of her window. Watching the different people walk by to their destinations or no destinations as Holland Bay, renamed after the districts General Holland Bay Fager, who died valiantly during the war, was an island that dissidents were placed on to prevent resistance and uprising or influence to the mainlands and the people who were able to conform to the new government and laws. Over 6,000 people overpopulating Holland Bay. Jobs were nonexistent. The people were not permitted to leave the island. No one lived to say if they did and no one looked back if they made it.
By Jazzmine Wolfe3 years ago in Fiction
Picture It, Indiana
So I’ve never had friends. The hardest thing in the world for me was to make a new friend. I was different. My grandmother encouraged my differences, my mother encouraged them up to a point. I stood out from the class. I stood out in any crowd. My head never hung high with pride. I walked through my childhood with my head so low my chin nearly dragged behind me. Second grade should be the easiest grade for any kid between the ages of seven and eight, but for me it was just as lonely as any grade I’d ever been to prior.
By Jazzmine Wolfe3 years ago in Humans