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Sharon Smith
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The Eve of Inspiration
“Child, if you only knew!” I know I heard that. That was a woman. I know it was. I frantically looked all around my house, but no one was there. At this point, I try to forget about the voice that I know I just heard and go on with my day. About an hour goes by and my dog comes up to me and starts nudging my arm with her nose. She always does this when she wants attention, so I start petting her. Eventually, I say, “Do you want to go outside, Eve?”.
By Sharon Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Time
Once it escapes you, You can never get it back. Make it all worth it.
By Sharon Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Love's Escape
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She wasn’t even supposed to be in his room. She knew it and he knew it too. If they were caught together, it would probably be their demise. No soldier was ever supposed to have a civilian anywhere near their room. A glimpse of the outside to a civilian was too risky. They could be tempted to flee and this world was set up to keep the social elite safe about twenty years ago during World War III. The thing is, it wasn’t meant to be made into a whole new world originally.
By Sharon Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Just a Nice, Family Christmas
Christmastime seems to roll around quicker each year. It’s just some sort of thing that happens when you get older. You start to think back about all of the Christmas seasons you’ve made it through. Each year has brought so many memorable moments, but the years that always pop out the most when I think back are the years that had everything go wrong. I have had many years that had seemed like everything that could go wrong, did. If I had to pick the most memorable Christmas season yet, it would definitely be Christmas of 2001.
By Sharon Smith2 years ago in Families
Exordium: Maka's Magic Journey
“What is it?! What is it?! Can we keep it? We saw it first!”. “We are not keeping it. It’s probably dangerous or something.”. “Oh, yes, great idea! Why don’t we keep the dangerous thing. Makes perfect sense. Why didn’t I think of that?!”. “Probably because you’re not as smart as me.”. “Neither one of you are smart! That’s why I was always in charge.”. “Or maybe we just let you think that.”. This was the conversation that took place between the three heads of a hydra dragon, Sparky. Sparky was a monsterous, red dragon. Each of his heads had a different temperament. The left head was more silly, fun, and pleasant. The middle head being very stern, somewhat nasty, and swore he was in charge. The right head was the sarcastically honest one. Some even referred to the right head as a tad rude at times, but he was more passive-aggressive than anything.
By Sharon Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Entanglement of the Heart
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Then again, how can anyone ever really know things like that? Just because our kind is capable of moving amongst the multiverse freely, couldn’t possibly mean that those on their planets can as well. If they can too, wouldn’t we have bore witness to it at some point during our travels? All of these thoughts swirled around Nuth’s head. He wasn’t very sure how to keep them all in when everyone always considered him crazy for thinking this way. There was no other lifeform out there except us here on Jawnis. At least, that’s what we’re taught.
By Sharon Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Ride
“Umm, excuse me? Sir? Where is this train going?”, I said with a shaky voice. The man just smirked at me and turned away. “What a weirdo”, I thought to myself. I really thought he looked familiar. Most people on this train do, actually, yet I have no idea where we are headed. Nobody seems to care to speak to me either. Not a single person has bothered to answer any of my questions. Now, I’m starting to wonder if I am even visible to these other passengers. Am I even alive?
By Sharon Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Clara's Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This was really odd considering there was no candle ever there before; burning or not. This place had been empty as long as I had known these woods existed. Did my eyes deceive me? The candlelight had drawn me in and before I knew it, I found myself tiptoeing across the front porch. I had to get a peek inside!
By Sharon Smith2 years ago in Fiction
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