literature
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Sissy - Part 1
I could hear my Sissy screaming from the dimly lit parlor of our shotgun house. I wanted to get up out of my bed and peek between the cracks of my bedroom door to see what was going on to elicit such piercing screams. In between her hacking coughs I could hear Grandmaw Hanny demanding my Sissy to be quiet.
By Valerie Middleton8 years ago in Families
But a Dream: Chapter One
It always rained in Brighton. Winter, spring, summer, fall -- it rained. When I was five, it was time for me to start walking to school by myself. So on my birthday, I unwrapped a cherry red umbrella, and a pair of matching rain boots. I loved those boots. When I came home, I always stuck them in the tub and used my yellow pale to pour water on them, washing the mud and wet leaves away. On the rare days that it didn’t rain, I would put my boots on top of my toy chest, whispering to them before I left for school, “Tomorrow”, I’d say.
By something wilde8 years ago in Families
Who Are Zharitta & Qwikwito?
When my sisters and I were kids we had a couple of imaginary friends that we always played with. We made our hands take the form of a dinosaur talking, which was Zharitta, and our hand shaped like a toad that talked by making a mouth with our thumb and index finger, which was Qwikwito. When the baby of the family would play with Qwikiwto, she would squash him like a tomato, but one just simply had to blow air at Qwikwito to bring them back to their regular shape. She would also feed him as many marbles as they could eat, but one too many and Qwikwito would throw them up, which was always the funniest thing to witness and act out.
By Zuqy Cruz Marquez8 years ago in Families
Arleigh's Plague
Arliegh was only twelve when her Daddy stopped breathing. Life was already hard for her mother and sister as it was, but after daddy left was when it really started to become difficult. She recalled before he died when the plague first got to him, how she and Joranne, her older sister would sit by the hot stove and watch as the physician soothed Daddy’s fever.
By Miranda D.8 years ago in Families
A Little Witch's Whim
There was a witch barely three feet tall, who wore her hair in frizzy braids and unruly locks. She pranced in pumpkin patches and weaved trampling feet through decaying corn fields. She terrorized her little brother with hexes and pinches. Mice and bats listened to her every command, fierce defenders and faithful retrievers. High in the sky and close to the ground they scurried and flew in search of her every whim. Whether it be eye of newt or milk for her count chocula cereal. She brewed her potions far below the sewer grates, dropping in weeds, pine cones, and hemlock mixing with stale rain water plumes of colored smoke rising to her nose and seeping down the street.
By Jaina Nehm8 years ago in Families
Chapter One
Hi, my name's Levi and no I don't know why my parents decided to call me that. I never even met my parents, they put me up for adoption days after being born only for my grandmother to find me and take me in. All I know is that I have a brother and an aunt on my mother's side and that is pretty much all they would tell me. Where am I now though... standing in line waiting to meet this other side of my family.
By claire klubertanz8 years ago in Families
The Yellow Canary
One chilly spring day, Baby Cat was out playing along the creek. As she was playfully patting at the ripples in the water, Baby Cat suddenly lost her balance and toppled headfirst into the frigid stream. She emerged spluttering with her shiny brown coat matted to her quivering body. Baby Cat climbed out of the creek and trekked home, shivering.
By Teresa Gephart8 years ago in Families
The Birth of My M&M Twins
Walking into the ocean with the wind humming at my ears and the cool water brushing my legs, I begin swimming in the Atlantic at night. My husband is shaking me, calling my name, and even though he's faceless I know it is him. I'm confused as to why so I try to swim away, thinking he is playing a game but he calls me with more authority in his voice which startles me and I look back.
By K Roundtree8 years ago in Families
The King
"Wasting away on a bronze thrown and an iron crown. What must I do to gain respect? Fear is the answer, destroy their wonderous hills. Put poison in their gleaming rivers. They shall suffer and come to me to seek a warm smile. A 'hello', an 'I will help you, my child'. I must be the one to demand more than land, but servants and money. To have power bestowed on me. My crown gold with shiny stars. Silky garments to show my royalties. A lovely maiden to hang on my arm while she exudes beauty. I shall wake up in a room with a warm bath drawn. A plate with freshly picked fruit will await me there. An army that breaths fury with a build of boulders from the highest mountain. A warlord who lives to kill those that defy me. When I look over my balcony, I'll be welcomed with the smiles of my people."
By Queen Jordan8 years ago in Families
Introduction: 'Aza Strange! The Accident'
Why did he just have to take the only car that we had? My name is Aza Strange and I am 16 years old, technically I actually haven't gotten my license yet being that in reality my birthday actually wasn't all that long ago. And unlike most girls my age; I just admittedly wasn't ready to take my driver's test and hopefully pass so that I could go and actually get my license on the day of, like the rest of them seem to do. But this was one of those situations where I honestly couldn't care less if it was illegal or not. Or if my dad would've had my head once he'd find out about it, if I had the chance I would've gone speeding through all the red lights in the world if I thought that I just wasn't going fast enough.
By Emelia Rosebud8 years ago in Families
