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The Deceiving Dinner

Posted by Obuchi on Friday, August 19, 2011

The banquet was stellar. There were diamond chandeliers, a velvet pillow on every seat, and real silver silverware. Everything was perfect. Too perfect. The grand hall had an artificial stench lingering through the air. Even though everything in the room was paid for with cold hard cash, but the people. I wobbled over to the punch bowl in my ultra- slim stilettos and used the ladle to pour the blood-red substance into my glass.

I stood there and watched people laugh and drink wildly. Kids th...

Flower

Posted by Obuchi A. on Thursday, June 23, 2011

Flower

Gentle, Soft,

Standing, Growing, Rising,

Always keeping its ground.

Hope

The wolf-boy

Posted by Nicole C. on Monday, March 7, 2011

Rachel gasped. Iamar Tarwer was scary. His eyes seemed to be made of siver, although Rachel knew,just,knew that this coundn't be right.His hair was silverand his teeth,ugh, they were a rotten yellow. Imar's hair was silver and looked as if it had red streaks, but Rachel couldn't tell if it was real. He handed her a package and said in a raspy, horrible, wolfish voice, "Keep this package, Rachel Yalama, queen of Uma." Then Imar Tarwer dissenegrated.

The Pony of Peace

Posted by Nicole C. on Monday, February 28, 2011

A beautiful white horse approaches you. Her crimson main falls on ther neck and her tail swishes quietly. She reminds you of cookies and good happy things. She reminds you of home. A voice speaks, not aloud, but in your mind. It’s a soft, kind voice.

“I am Lilian,” it says and you realize the horse is speaking. “I am the bringer of good dreams. I bring hope and light. I can heal you.” You inwardly feel excited, but you try not to show it. It does not work. “Come here...

An excerpt from "Twisted"

Posted by Kinsey on Tuesday, January 11, 2011

There it was -- the Portal Door. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the South Wing but there was something…

The glow that shone from every crevice, it seemed to tug at my heart, begging me to come closer… and I obeyed, like a moth to a flame.

As I drew nearer, Grampa’s words of warning echoed through my head: “Don’t go through the portal, Alice. It leads only to bad luck and nightmares.”

Every part of my conscience was screaming at me to turn back, to heed Grampa’...

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