Young Adult
A Magical Journey: Beats
The first hint that something was very, very wrong was the sky, shimmering purple and green. The second hint was the ethereal music coming from no discernable source, with a rhythm just out of sync enough that one could never quite determine the beat.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Attic of the Mansion who Stared out the Window All Day and Scared People
My name is Earl. I live in the attic of the mansion I died in. Most of the time I would stare out the window. When new buyers would see me, they’d get frightened away. I didn’t mean to scare them. Jesse wasn’t scared. She saw me and bought the house anyway. “I’m Earl,” I said. “Cool, I love ghosts. Let’s be friends,” Jesse said. “I need a friend. Finally, someone I can possess so I can live again. Thank you, kind Jesse,” I said. “Wait, what?” She said. I entered her body before she could speak again. I’m alive!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
My Day in Court
“They only fired him because he has autism,” I said. I hate discrimination against people with autism, and I vowed to defend all of them. “That’s not true, it took him to long to learn things,” the defense said. “So what, he learned them and he excelled at his job after,” I said. “That doesn’t matter. He’s weird,” the defense said. “He seems normal enough to me. And who cares if he’s weird as long as he does his job,” I said. The judge slammed his gavel and ordered the company to pay twenty five billion dollars to my client.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
