Sea eyes, Chapter One, by Xotirra

Submitted by Bridget on Sat, 05/09/2009 - 04:10
I never really trusted anybody. It was too hard to believe that they wouldn’t hurt you, too painful when they did. The healer at home, an old, wizened woman with no name to speak of, was my only friend. When I was young, she had read my eyes, and told me that they were meant to trust. Green with sea blue sparkles in them. But I still didn’t trust. I didn’t know how, and more importantly, I didn’t want to. Only the healer was worth it.

Spring

Submitted by Kay J Fields on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 20:49

The stag pricks his ears, the birds flutter.
The coon crawls from his burrow
And the bear awakes.
A soft call from a bird alerts others, they pick up in a great chorus of voices.
The stag peeks out from under brush and begins to look for food.
The bear shuffles from his cave and the raccoon follows.
At first they are timid; sniffing, sensing, and searching for danger.
Slowly they come out.
The stag munches silently on fresh grass, far better than brittle winter bark.
The birds return to the places they recognize and sing joyfully.

untitled ghost story that will continue after I've finished with Oops

Submitted by jemiteaser on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 20:15

Jennie Webb was about four when she first met Freddie Parker. He was all she talked about, all she seemed capable of thinking about. She never played with the neighborhood children, she was always running around the backyard or the recess area with Freddie. She loved describing him to anyone who'd listen.
"He has big brown eyes and curly, strawberry blond hair. His face is so mischievous, he looks like a fairy. Oh! And he has a british accent, like Mama."

The Doohimkles and the Terrible Horrible Awful Sad Very Disappointing Day

Submitted by Tori on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 16:32

MR. DOOHINKLE: Dear, we have a problem.

MRS. DOOHINKLE: Did you plant a coconut tree AGAIN????

MR. DOOHINKLE: No. Today is a terrible horrible awful sad very disappointing day.

MRS. DOOHINKLE: Really. Did the car roll over a stapler?

MR. DOOHINKLE: Nope

MRS. DOOHINKLE: Did you die your cat magenta?

MR. DOOHINKLE: No

MRS. DOOHINKLE: Did the candles all fall into the bathroom sink?

MR. DOOHINKLE: Nadda

MRS. DOOHINKLE: Did Fred jump over a goat?

MR. DOOHINKLE: I wish.

Sandcastles

Submitted by Brianna on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 15:16

Left, with bruised heart. Beating a steady weary beat, behind the cover of fear. Afraid to love. Afraid to be loved. Everything just seems...like betrayal. Everything ends, just as the heart begins to open; cautiously, quietly, and then it cringes, because it's gone.

The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe

Submitted by Laura Elizabeth on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 02:19

Please, please understand me, before reading this: I love, love, love Narnia, and I have ever since I first watched the old BBC version. I am not at all making fun of them. I just thought you might find this humorous. Another thing: it is best to read this outloud; it's much more funny that way. If possible, read it to someone else. Please tell me what you think of it, and if no one likes it, I'll take it off as soon as possible.

England
Mum: Get out! The Krauts are bombing us!
Lucy: I want my teddy bear!
Mum: Now!
They run to cellar.

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