Snap.

He held his breath, freezing at the sound of the twig breaking beneath his foot. Heart pounding, he listened for a whisper, a shout, any sign of his being discovered. Seconds ticked by as sweat trickled down his forehead. Nothing. He heard nothing. He couldn’t hold back his sigh of relief as he stepped forward again.

And tripped.

A scream ( Read more... )

One bright, shiny day, Bob was skipping merrily along the dandelion-lined dirt road, joyful after a successful night of pillaging. "Arr," he said for no reason but the joy of hearing himself speak. He decided he liked it very much, and said "Arr" again, with a swipe of his sword for good measure. Suddenly, Bob came to a halt, sniffing at the air. ( Read more... )

A/N: I’ve been reading a lot of ghost stories that follow a pattern-a child/teen protagonist (separated from one/both of their parents somehow) go to a new house, and meet a ghost who needs their help. This is kind of based off of that scenario.

Claimer: Yes, I own this! Using it without my permission is considered plagiarism.

How long he’d walked ( Read more... )

What do you get when you take a no-holds-barred one-page-double-spaced-fiction-story school assignment and add on a private joke with my Mom?

Er, I guess you get this!

It was just another tranquil day in the city of Rockford, Illinois. Iron Mom was hard at work scrubbing the kitchen floor, humming along to the radio perched upon the nearby ( Read more... )

Owned by me. No plagiarism, please. :)

Mina rubbed the fabric between her fingers. It was smooth, and warmed by her body heat. Her palms were a little sweaty but not enough to even dampen the shirt in her hands. She held it up to her body appraisingly. "So what do you think?"
"It's a good look for you," the voice said more confidently than she ( Read more... )

The Lady fair upon her steed,

Through the books she hoards to read,

Following exposition’s lead,

She enters in to write.

An ink-dipped quill she wields with might-

It is strong yet feather-light

She keeps it close and holds it tight

For it leads her where it will.

The fiction-air gives her a chill

Yet strong and sure she remains ( Read more... )

When I see you,
It’s like seeing a wide-eyed puppy,
All cute and lonely and sad
Until you see me too, and your eyes light up
And my insides feel all warm and I’m suddenly lighter than air.

When I hear you,
It’s like hearing the chimes of the ice-cream truck from the first street I lived on.
With the sound, a jolt of electricity and ( Read more... )

O'er at my friend's blog at http://penplots.blogspot.com/ , there was a contest--I had to make a descriptive paragraph under 300 words. And I actually won! :D Okay, it's a small blog with only a few members, but it's still cool!

I'm putting in some line breaks to add readablilty, but... ( Read more... )

A/N: I am apparently in the (bad?) habit of posting my stuff everywhere once I write it. :-P Written for PoetryAssignment.

Once the quietude of the night is gone

And the morning sun lifts her golden brow,

Once the reign of midnight is fully done

And the stars and moon to pure white clouds bow

The bluebirds sing of happiness and life

The ( Read more... )

The path of each tear felt like a separate scar,
And the salty water like the blood.
She had to hide her face, hide her wounds
Each tear trail showed her weakness
And no matter how cold the water she splashed her face with was,
No matter how hard she scrubbed,
Or how many times she imagined them away,
The scars remained on her face for all to see.