At the other end of the street there's a girl and whenever I see her, she's crying. She waits till her parents leave every morning, watching and waving from her upstairs window. When their expensive little cars turn the corner out of sight, she leaves her window and reappears on the roof. She spreads out and stares at the clouds, tears ( Read more... )

A man who had left his home town long ago finally felt a tug on his heart strings. He was homesick. So one day, on a whim, he drove back to the little town he once knew. But it was no longer the same town. Sure, it still occupied the same little dot on a mao, but that dot wasn't as little as it used to be ( Read more... )

    Dressed in all black except for the tissues we pressed to our puffy eyes, my family proceeded to the burial ground. My oldest brother, the strongest of us all, was given the honor of carrying the cardboard casket enclosing our beloved deceased.
    Standing under a mighty oak, the tears of angels drizzling down through the leaves, we began the ( Read more... )

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    When she had decided to follow him home today, she didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.
    She had shadowed him all the way from the school where she spent most of her time these days, through his front door and up the staircase - straight into his familiar domain.
    Or, at least, it used to be familiar. The posters of old ( Read more... )

    The little girl gripped the suede bag tightly in tiny fists. There was no way she was going to part from her marbles - especially not the cat's eyes. They were her favorite.

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Cat's-eye marbles anyone?
Hah, I do believe this is the shortest prompt I have ever submitted.
woot for simplicity! :D
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OK, so I bought this book A Creative Writer's Kit by Judy Reeves, because my friend 
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