The Bookshelf in the Forest

  Is this the end? All I’ve ever known and all I’ve ever loved. All gone in the blink of an eye. We whispered in assembly when we were meant to be paying attention. I watched people filter in, tentatively waiting to catch a glimpse of whoever I had a crush on in the moment. I would become mesmerized by the speeches that tugged my heartstrings so forcefully that I thought I might begin to cry. I wanted to know how to replicate the speeches that made me swell up with anger so much that I wanted to cry and yell and laugh and smile with glee. We sang each other happy birthday and created inside jokes that confused and concerned those unwilling ears who heard our laughter. We said we’d fight each other, but we loved each other far too much to lay so much as a finger on one another. We’d complain about the food, far too lazy to make something ourselves. We’d pile up our plates and somehow finish it all just in the nick of time. I’d watch the boys yell at each other over a little game on ...

Creaks and Whispers      The wind whistled by, yet the house had no air conditioning, no heating, all the windows were closed, and there were no fans on. Creaks echoed throughout the house; yet there was no one in the house, and it was a new house too. There were no animals either. Whispers seemed to come from the locked room, the loudest room in the house. Yet, there was no one in the room. No windows were open. Sure, it had been the only surviving room after the fire, but it was still only about 10 years old. The rest of the house had been built the year before, the year following the fire. No one knew what caused the fire. There was no proof of the cause being something electrical. It was almost as if the room was haunted, but no one had died in the room. Everyone just believed that it was because the room was a bit older. Yet, if there were no ghosts, no people, no animals, no fans, no air conditioners, no heaters, no open windows, no part of the house that would...

32621 Sunshine Lane It was a seemingly normal day at 32621 Sunshine Lane in Cherry, New Hampshire. Well, until, the house disappeared. Not a fire, no dirt in its place. No yard. No nothing. It just looked like a field of weeds and wildflowers. No one noticed, well, accept, for 8 year old Sue Mcgee. Well, she had been 8 when the house disappeared. She was 25 when she finally noticed. She just silently thought to herself: “Didn’t a house used to be there? Well, maybe not, it does look like that weedy field has been there a while.” And with that she went on her way. Still to this day no one knows what happened to 32621 Sunshine Lane in Cherry, New Hampshire. .....................................................................................................................................................................              Sorry this was so short. I'll probably post the short story based on my friend's dream on Tuesday. I also do...

I didn’t know where I was going. I couldn’t tell who was after me. All I knew was that I was that someone shouted out my name and that I then got locked into a small cabin. I had been locked in that cabin for what seemed like 2 years. Yet, when I finally broke out, it was only slightly different weather. When I was kidnapped, it had been summer. Now, it looked like it was maybe October or November. Back to the point, I was at this point in a forest. Just running straight away from the criminal little cabin. I raced away, getting quickly out of breath. Every now and then I swore I heard the crunch of leaves from behind me, but I just continued to run away. Sometimes, I thought I saw someone moving, but then when I slowed down to investigate, it was just a tree or a deer. Some bushes had cut me and I had tripped a few times. I hadn’t slept in a long while. The weird thing with the cabin was that I would go to sleep, in hopes that I would end up just waking up, and I would discove...

Drama Queen It was the day before the last day of school and all was going well; well, until Abbigail Treedulhawse was found dead 7th period. It had been Pinelle Smithson who found her, and everyone was blaming Miss Smithson. Smithson had been using the bathroom when she saw an extreme amount of blood on the ground. Pine being Pine, she just thought someone had had a little accident. So, she went over to the locked stall that the blood was oozing out of and knocked. Since there was no answer, you would’ve thought that she’d do the normal, knock again. Yet, Pine being Pine, she decided to break into the stall. How she got in, I don’t know. After all, Pine wasn’t really bright enough to know how to break open a locked stall. Yet, all anyone knew was that the grammar teacher Mrs. Warnour had walked in to see Pinelle Smithson wailing, covered in blood. And right beneath Pinelle was Abbigail Treedulhawse. The next day, people were mourning. Pinelle Smithson was being ...

Strawberry Skies Do you ever look at the sky in the earlier morning or the earlier evening and just look at the sky? Just looking at the skies when the strawberry pink severely covered part of the clear blue sky. The morning. That’s when I would wake up, run out of the doors of my cottage, and go into the fields. Some fields were filled with raspberries, others sunflowers; but my favorite fields were the ones filled with strawberries.  If you were to stand far enough away, it looked like a big green pool speckled with red polka dots. I would just sit in that field and eat strawberries until the sky turned lavender again, which was my signal to head back to the cottage. 5 years had passed since I had gone into the strawberry fields. All I had started doing was writing about what I had thought about the forests surrounding the strawberry fields when I was younger. I lived on the other side of the forest now, and would only step out of the cottage for errands. Now, I felt the ...