For Caprice

Beauty of Fiction

The students groaned as the assignment sheets, white and crisp just off the copier, landed on the desks in front of them.

“A short fucking story!” Matilda exclaimed.

“Now, now, Matilda,” Mrs. Dieber comforted her. “It can be about anything you want. Anything. That’s the beauty of fiction.”

“I’m gonna write a fairytale ( Read more... )

“You care too much about what people think, you know. Sometimes you just have to learn to let things go…”

The hypocritical words spoken from his lips had been harsh, albeit true, and I was tired of being the way I was. I looked up from my spot underneath the big tree of Idunnowhatspecies and across the park. There he was, running and playing, hair ( Read more... )

-This is available on my fictionpress account, but I just felt like posting something else...-

I wrote this today out of sheer boredom. School starts next week, and when I'm at Hill I'm sure I won't be able to write pieces, so I'm just trying to get as many done as possible. Oh, and don't try to deconstruct this. It's just more of a something to ( Read more... )