Out of Time: Five

Submitted by Anna on Wed, 02/08/2012 - 00:31

5
He jolted upright. “Dog or boy?”
I felt my eyes widen and put my hands on my hips. “Boy!”
He pointed his bony forefinger at me. “Do you fancy him? Does he fancy you? What’ve you been talking about?”
I started to smile at the accusations, just a little after so much anger. If I didn’t explain our friendship, Dad would panic when they met. Brodie would seem to be a stereotypical fit boyfriend: big eyes, dark brown hair without his mother’s red in it, elfish face, deep voice, and almost posh accent.

Collection of Short Poems

Submitted by Madeline on Sun, 02/05/2012 - 16:13
The race is faster, faster still
I run for life, for live I will
And if they dare to hold me back
I’ll fight them and pick up their slack

... And even though it has no hope
I promised myself I’d not let go
Which means I’ll have to say goodbye
I have to for a better life
************

These words, they can’t be taken back
They’ll haunt the one who heard them
You spoke too soon, judged too hasty
Now a life is ruined

Watch your words, for they have power

A Tail of Sherwood part thirteen: The End

Submitted by LoriAnn on Sat, 02/04/2012 - 18:41

  

“Draw your sword, sir!” I menaced Robin with a spoon, and he snatched up a long loaf of bread to defend himself.

“En garde, my lady!”

“Children, children…” Friar Tuck’s ever-patient voice called from inside the cave, where he was checking Much’s leg. Hopefully, the young miller’s son would be up and about soon.

I laughed and snatched the loaf away from Robin and took a large bite out of it. “Mm,” I mumbled around the bite. “Widow Della is amazing.” It came out more like “Wih-oh ‘Ewwa ih ama’in’.”

Short Story

Submitted by Elizabeth Anne on Sat, 02/04/2012 - 14:27

Hi all! I am sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I have been having some trouble with internet explorer that has made it really hard to post anything. Since I haven't posted anything in a while, I decided to just post a short story instead of another chapter in one of my other stories. I hope you like it. The main idea that I want to get across is that Jesus is Lord of all and can use anything to draw his children closer to him. Please let me know if I got that message across. Was the thing with the light and the darkness confusing, or did it enhance the meaning?

Grace Victorious

Submitted by Kyleigh on Wed, 02/01/2012 - 06:30

 {the final installment of the Victorious series!} 

 

The Creator smiled and began to mold and shape the ball he held in his hands. With one small breath of air, he sent the orb into the void. It became a small dot on the dark horizon, shining its light in glory to its Creator.

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Submitted by Madeline on Tue, 01/31/2012 - 20:41

Have you ever wanted to write, yet not known what you wanted to write about? I'm in one of those moods right now. I want to write poetry--I just can't think of the first line. I want to write fiction--I just can't find the right plotline. I want to write an essay--I just can't pick a good subject. When I'm undecided, I usually end up writing something like this.

A Tail of Sherwood part twelve: The Duel

Submitted by LoriAnn on Sun, 01/29/2012 - 19:21

 “Draw your sword, your Grace,” I ordered Chantille. “I will not fight an unarmed squirrel.”

He sat back in his chair, expressionless. “Then I will not draw. If I do not draw, we will not fight, and you will have to find something else—”

 “I said I wouldn’t fight you,” I broke in. “I did not say that I wouldn’t simply skewer you on the spot.”

Marian was still staring at me with an expression of bewilderment and joy on her face. “You’re not dead?”

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