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Drawing Beauty, Part 1 of 2

Submitted by Anna on Mon, 06/08/2009 - 20:39

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Part One:

While standing outside her cousins’ house, a suitcase in each hand and a messenger bag slung over her shoulder, Holly Anderson felt small.

Very, very small.

She also felt exceedingly plain, with her curly brown ponytail, face without makeup, scuffed sneakers, faded blue jeans, and T-shirt.

That was the way her cousins’ house made her feel. Ugly and insignificant.

Shadowed Moon 3

Submitted by Kay J Fields on Mon, 06/08/2009 - 17:16

“To tell the truth, I don’t know where to start. My fathers name is Ronertan and is a merchant ship captain, so he is gone pretty much all year long. That is his life and he loves it more than even family. Not that my father is selfish or mean he just loves his work.

The Day Life Took On Meaning, section one

Submitted by Mairead on Mon, 06/08/2009 - 13:24

Margaret stood with eyes round, scanning the ocean of many mixed faces in front of her. As she stepped up to the microphone and tapped it gently her head began to swim due to the room that was buzzing with noise, and her heart was beating furiously. The room was quite unnerving to the singer; buzzing with noise, alive with action, and completely full of people.
Swallowing the butterflies in her flustered stomach, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes to begin. As soon as her voice escaped from her lips everything fell dead silent. The room was transfixed.

Bridget's Adventures in the Towel Cupboard, Part two

Submitted by Bridget on Mon, 06/08/2009 - 04:19

Part Two: The Dolphin

Bridget felt like she was being watched. She snapped around towards the woods, but nothing was there. “I’m being ridiculous.” she thought. “There’s no one there. There’s no one anywhere.”