Stories
— The Red Woman I wondered why the cafe was getting colder. I lookedoutside the window and saw my answer. The shadows were closing in again. I had been insidethe cafe...
— And the whole house seemed to not quite fit in, always a bit out-of-place. The floors were old and scuffed but regal nevertheless, so whenever I saw them I was...
— On the long dull pathway, the jubilant forest seemed alit with the sunlight peeking through the leaves of trees. Not mentioning, how lush it was!!! The deep, verdant grass felt...
— The girl in the painting A long time ago I was smears of paint on a canvas, only bits and pieces of what I have become. After many painstaking hours,...
— Last Night (William’s class) By Peri Gordon, 11 The seat of my wool couch scratched my legs fiercely. The whir of the breeze through the window echoed in my mind,...
— And the feeling surged through her body. Althoughshe was unsure what exactly it was, the feeling was bold and clear, it made her feel as thoughshe could do anything. Suddenly,...
— A Day of Games By Aditi Nair, 12 Andtheskybluewavesreflectedasilveryglow,eagerlyinvitingchildrentodivein.Thewaves bouncedaroundinjoy,encompassingeveryspaceofthesmalllagoonlikeablackhole devouringeverythinginitsvicinity.Thecuriousandcarefreefromthelotponderedaboutallof the adventurous games they could play. “Let’sgoin!Thewavesarecallingus,”oneofthemcriedashetrudgedhiswaythroughthewet sand and knee-deep water. Theysoonfoundasmallstreamflowingintotheocean’sdepthsandpromptlyfollowedthe smoothcurrents.Waves,bigandsmall,crashedonthechildrenleavingafoamyaftermathof grittycrystalsandshellfragments.Purpleflowersandbrightgreenleaves–alongtheshoreline– addedcolorandlifetowhatseemedlikeanever-endingwinter.Ceruleanblueandshadesof turquoisedancedinharmony,engagingthechildrenasthewavesbouncedthemlikeastray buoy. Andtheoceandidnotstopplayingwiththem;withtheirexcitementquicklyrising,theysoon forgotaboutthefast-pacedcurrentsandventuredfurtherandfurtheruntiltheynoticedthatthe...
— The Dance of the Sea Rays of orange evening sunlight flew down the coastline,taking a calm breeze and charming birdcalls along. A stripof street, shimmering into the sunset glow, separated...
— Two friends took a walk listening to the birds chirping, the peaceful sense of quiet that nothing other than nature could quite hold. The delicate branches of a Kwanzan Cherry...
— The subway (Conner) In boston there is an old subway and this subway doesnot go underground like these modern ones do now and all the entrances all closedoff, but there...