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Growing Up Invisible
# Prologue Beams of light from passing cars shone across the far wall of the room. Each time, the same scene was revealed. A bare room, a partly dismantled bed and a small figure draped in just a nightie and a towel. Even in sleep, the young girl still showed signs of crying herself to sleep. Dry tear tracks streaked her face and her tiny chest still occasionally rose sharply in memory of the sobs that racked her body only hours earlier.
By J L Dawson5 years ago in Fiction
Thaw Creatures
Introduction Living Conditions It is the year 2097 and almost 73% of the Polar Ice Caps have melted since the completion of "The Vast Shift". In 2032 the Earth's axis completely switched polarities and melted the glaciers. Most of what is the northern part of North America is at the North pole and under what is remaining of ice. The sun moved closer to the Earth and humans are unable to live above ground. They can soak up the suns energy and grow food in the shade, but if a living being were to step into the direct sun, they would receive major fourth-degree burns.
By Angela Gerber5 years ago in Fiction
Flowers In The Dirt
Charles Ringwald knew something was wrong the moment he walked out the door of his small brick house. His house was not much different than many other houses scattered throughout his quiet neighborhood. He quickly realized it wasn't just something that seemed off.
By Victor Ing5 years ago in Fiction
Love, Rocks & Ripples
Love, Rocks, & Ripples By: Angela Crystal McClure I just want to go fishing and create my own. He was from “good means”. A two parent home. He asked if he could walk me home. My response was, “No, I’m good.’ His reaction was so sweet, “I want to be sure you make it home in one “good” piece.” He even asked, ”Can I meet your Family?”
By Angela C McClure5 years ago in Fiction
Love, Rocks, & Ripples
Love, Rocks, & Ripples By: Angela Crystal McClure I just want to go fishing and create my own. He was from “good means”. A two parent home. He asked if he could walk me home. My response was, “No, I’m good.’ His reaction was so sweet, “I want to be sure you make it home in one “good” piece.” He even asked, ”Can I meet your Family?”
By Angela C McClure5 years ago in Fiction
The Olive Tree and the River
The soft sound of rushing water fills my ears as I take one last look toward the River Erne. I see a man in overalls and a long-sleeved red shirt standing knee-deep in the water with a fishing hook in hand, but other than that, she is empty and at peace. A small part of me yearns to run across the street and through the bushes to lay flat upon the river surface one more time, but I am already bundled up in my fleece sweater and the wool jacket Gráinne gifted me as a good-bye present.
By Jacqueline Shea5 years ago in Fiction
The Proposition
For Christmas in my junior year of high school, I got a postcard from my parents in Bora Bora and a broken finger after falling on my hand because I slipped on a spool of thread. The other girls at Sacred Heart Academy got Macbooks, Gucci purses, and diamond earrings. And honestly, good for them. I wouldn’t have wanted any of that stuff anyway. What I’d asked for was a nose ring, but it would have to wait until I turned eighteen in June.
By Bijou Beausoliel5 years ago in Fiction
