Archive - February 2015

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Memorize
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Day at the Museum
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Magic Bottle
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Facing the Morning
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Haunted Forest
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First Day of Knowing Nothing
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Kite Flying
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Well of Secrets

Memorize

Taylor squinted at the list. She was supposed to memorize all the numbers on it. It wasn’t going well. She tucked her hair behind her ear and began reading. 8394950, 9487373, 2837495, 383493, . . . She rubbed her eyes, sure that they were about to burst into flame. She looked up at the white[…]

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Day at the Museum

I stumble into the bathroom, hoping for a break from the chaos in the halls, but find a group of preschoolers enjoying the acoustics of the tiled bathroom. Their high-pitched screams echo off the hard surfaces and I decide the cacophony outside is preferable to the screeches and giggles in here. One of the teachers[…]

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Magic Bottle

There was a whimper from the back room. Ted turned to look, but the scowling bald man behind the counter let him know that his curiosity was not wanted. Ted swallowed and scanned the shelves of glass for something that might look magical. Perhaps he should get something very old looking and grubby or perhaps[…]

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Facing the Morning

Lilly stared up at the crack in the ceiling and pulled her covers up to her chin, unable to break the connection she felt with the crack that stared back at her. It felt as if all the expectations of the day would slip through it like a rain drop and land on her head.[…]

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Haunted Forest

I wanted to shout, but I was mute. Nothing came out. It’s hard to speak when all the air is knocked out of your body. I could only stare dumbly at the specter as it grinned revealing more of his skeletal form than I would ever wish to see. Invisible icy fingers were squeezing me[…]

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First Day of Knowing Nothing

The fragrant buns paraded past Kendra as she stood in the kitchen clenching her arms to her chest. It was her first day and she had been ordered to watch from the wall as the morning’s work was loaded up on trays and put on carts for delivery. “You’ll get squashed like a bug.” Don[…]

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Kite Flying

I wander through the field stepping over bumpy ground. Sam who has a 13 year old body but a 4 year old heart holds on to one of the sleeves of the jacket tied around my waist. Sam is bigger and older than me but I’m the big sister all the same. “Elsa, can I[…]

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Well of Secrets

“Secrets can kill.” I said as we stare down into the dark pit below us. I feel my skin crawl. It doesn’t want to go down there. I should listen to my body and it’s warnings but I know that there is nowhere safe left to go. I try to tell myself that Descending into[…]

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