I am a young writer who writes Adventure, Fantasy, and Romance stories. I am very open to new feedback on my work!
I am a young writer who writes Adventure, Fantasy, and Romance stories. I am very open to new feedback on my work!
Three children decided one day to explore the house at the end of the road, the one that no one has been in for over 20 years. No one has lived there, no one has fixed it up, no one’s taken care of it. They ran around to the back of the large, dark building, trampling weeds on their way through. They convinced the oldest of them to open the door, the large, wooden door swung open with a loud shudder as they pushed it opened it, dust floating through the air as they walked in, the door swinging shut behind them. They began exploring the first floor, most of the windows broken, letting in an eerie breeze, causing some of the doors to swing precariously on their rusted hinges. They explored through the kitchen, the dining room, and a bathroom, not finding much other than dust, a few mice, and some left over knickknacks that the previous owner must have left. They found creepy looking paintings, broken vases and cups, and even some rotting furniture scattered in the parlor.
They decided to explore the second floor once they went through the last room. They crept up the stairs, each one creaking and moving under their weight. Once they made it to the landing, they noticed a different atmosphere than the first floor, there was no wind blowing though the shattered windows, the doors weren’t creaking on their hinges, and there was no scuttle of mice. It was eerily silent as they walked into the first room they saw. The door creaked as they swung it slowly open, cautious to not make to much noise. They looked through the rooms, finding some bedrooms, another bathroom, and what appeared to be a study. As they explored, the sun got lower in the sky, casting long shadows on the floor. Just as they reached for the handle, they heard a rhythmic creaking, almost sounding like footsteps. Thinking someone was in the house, they ran down the stairs, a couple of the stairs breaking under their rushed steps, and they shot out the door, not bothering to close it behind them as they ran down the street back to their own houses.
After the children left, and the sun set further into the sky, the last door on the hallway creaked open slowly, no dust moving as the door swung open, revealing a child’s room in perfect condition, not a toy car out of place nor a speck of dust, as if it was just dusted and cleaned by a loving mother preparing to put her child to sleep. The only noise in the house is a soft humming and the creak of the wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room, then the door slammed shut, the house shuddering as the eerie hummming continued, now muffled with the door closed. That wouldn’t be the last time someone caught the loving mother putting her child to bed, perhaps one day someone would enter the long lost room and uncover the secrets of the house, but until then, the humming continues, and the rocking chair creaks, the mothers love always keeping the little room clean.
My mother would tell me stories of what was in the dark, about strange creatures, and the power which the dark had. I was eager to find this power, I wanted to see it, just like my mother had. I ran to my room and turned out the light, I closed my curtains so I was engulfed in the darkness. I sat on my bed and grabbed my quilt, wrapping myself in the warm, soft blanket that my mother had made me years before. I watched intently, waiting to see the power the darkness had, then I found it, I saw the darkness pulsing in and out, it was as if it was moving, but darkness can’t move. It was an astonishing sight to see, the darkness moving as if it were alive. I had finally seen the power my mom told me about, the power I had dreamed about seeing for years, was finally in front of me.
The elders always told stories of angelic creatures, with feathered wings and pearlescent hair, I always pictured a beautiful creature, pure and innocent, something that would be so enchanting that you couldn’t look away. I was right in my imaginings of these great creatures, but for the completely wrong reasons.
One day I was walking through the forest, I was sent out to pick berries and mushrooms for my mother. I was happily picking berries when I heard a strange noise from somewhere nearby, it sounded like a cross between angelic bells, and a ghostly whisper. I stood up and looked around to find the source of the sound, but I saw nothing. I assumed it was just the wind blowing through the foliage so I went back to picking berries. But then I heard it again. This time I knew it wasn’t the wind, it was closer this time, the bells rang sweetly, but the ghostly whispers were also much closer, the sounds sang together, closer and closer. I looked around, desperate to find the source, that’s when I saw it, just a quick glance, but nevertheless, I saw the giant, pure white, feathered wing, it was quickly hidden behind the trees and foliage.
As the wing disappeared I slowly walked closer to where I had seen it, hoping to catch a glimpse at one of the majestic creatures the elders describe in their stories. I slowly walked closer and closer, cautious to not scare it away. As soon as I was close enough, I peeked around the tree and saw it, the beautiful, pure white creature, its hair shimmering in the sunlight, its feathered wings trailing with it. I was in awe of its beauty, it was more majestic and amazing than I had ever imagined. I was captivated by it, I couldn’t look away. The creature turned and stared at me, its glittering eyes curious, but then its expression changed, it was glaring, its fangs bared angrily. Wait… fangs?! The elders never mentioned fangs in their stories!
If I count the ways I love you, the list would go on forever, I could read it off for years, yet it would still not end, And even then, it’s never enough, I could count to a million, and still continue on, If I could ever count as high, it would be a miracle, But I know I cannot, so I won’t even try, I will only tell you one by one, as we grow old together, Once we die and have eternity in heaven, then maybe I could finally count the ways I love you.
I sit on the ground, begging for help, Then up walks a girl, dressed up in blue, I look at her eyes, her loving heart clear, I see her intentions, to give without return, Yet I turn my face away as soon as she draws near. I beg for love, yet here I am, Longing for more, but turning my head, I sit on the ground, wishing for help, A starving soul, and a closed heart.
The lightning strikes, It’s very close. I run and run, So close to home. The rain streamed down my clothes, The dropplets pelting me as I ran, The lightning struck again, Even closer this time. I got to the house amd twisted the handle, It was locked, The door was locked! No, no, no! I ran around to the back door, It’s locked too. I was trapped in the rain, Water dripping down my clothes.
Today I lost my favorite necklace. The necklace means alot to me because my grandma gave it to me just before she passed a few years ago. I have no idea where it went. I searched all over the place even the most random places. I sesrched under my bed, in all my dresser drawers, behind my shelf, in my closet, I even looked in the kitchen. I couldn’t find it anywhere.
When my sister got home from her after school activities, I asked, “Do you know where grandma’s necklace is?” All she did was look at me weird, laugh, and walk away. What the heck?! I looked somemore while I waited for my dad to get home from work. I looked in the bathroom, in the garage, and even behind the tv.
When my dad got home, I again asked, “Do you know where grandma’s necklace is?” All my dad said was, “Nope. No clue.” Then he walked away almost laughing. In a panic now, I searched even harder. I looked under the washer and dryer, in the kitchen cabinets, and even in the vase of flowers on the table. Still, no luck.
When I heard my mom walk in the door, I ran to her as fast as I could and as soon as I saw her asked ince again, “Do you know where grandma’s necklace is?” She responded with a confused look on her face, “Have you looked in a mirror recently?” “No,” I responded frantically, “I’ve been to busy looking for grandma’s necklace to look in a mirror!” “Well, I suggest you do that before continuing your search.” Mom said, a smile on her face. “What? Why?” I asked her, confused. “Just go.” My mom replied as she walked into the kitchen to grab some food.
I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and I saw… Grandma’s necklace around my neck! After probably 3 hours of looking and it was on my neck the whole time! Why didn’t my sister or my dad tell me! Those jerks! Sighing, I walked out of the bathroom, defeated, and thanked my mom who simply said, “Sometimes the things your most desperate for, are right in front of you.”
(Btw this is supposed to be somewhat repetitive, so please don’t jump on me for that.)
Love and Hate, Light and Dark, Both so different, Yet so similar. Whats the difference? One is radiant and beautiful, The other is obscure and gloomy. But I bet you didn’t know this fact, Theres no such thing as darkness, Only the absence of light. So because of that fact, That means when you say that you hate me, That only means that you have no love. It you let me help you, I will give you some, I will share my light so that you may shine. So please let me give you love, No one deserves to live in darkness.
The stars were what she loved the most about the sky, Every night, we would look up, And count the constellations until the sun rose again. Every night, again and again, The constellations became my close friends. Whenever her eyes looked up at the sky, Amazement and beauty sat on their throne. That was our life until one day, The stars began falling and twisting away. Those beautiful lights, which were once my friends, All disappeared before my eyes. So then both the stars in the sky, And the light which once sat next to me, Disappeared for good. And the throne remained empty, Along with the sky, Never to be filled with such beauty again.
Five old women meet at the local cafe to discuss what they were going to do about the quiet and boring town. They were getting tired of the same routine everyday, so they decided to cause some mischief to make their days more interesting. They decided on causing some unnecessary drama. They started with tapping on people’s shoulders and acting like nothing happened.
When that got boring they moved onto stealing mail and moving it to neighbors mailboxes. That caused alot of drama, people were accusing others of stealing mail and accusing the mail delivery guy, who, of course, had no explanation as to how the mail got into the other mailbox.
When that got boring, they started spreading nasty rumors, claiming they heard them from someone else. They would say anything from supposed bad habits, to faithful husbands cheating on their wives. Some rumors were harmless, such as someone having the measles as a child. But some were so horrible they would split happy families. Still, after all this, the women were not satisfied. They continued on with the jokes.
The “jokes” began getting to be more that one of the women could handle. Swapping mail was one thing, but the women got to the point that they were setting sheds of food on fire for a joke. So the one woman begged them to stop before someone got hurt, but they refused. So, as a last resort, the woman went to the police and told them everything that happened. About the mail, the rumors, and the other so called “harmless pranks” the women were doing.
The police asked the townsfolk what they thought they should do. The townsfolk wanted to pull a prank on the old women so they all gathered in the Townhall and planned what they could do. They decided to act like they had never seen the old women before. So the townsfolk went about their normal, boring day, and every time they would see the women, they would greet them as if they were guests to the small town.
The women, very confused, asked why everyone pretended not to know them. One little girl, couldn’t keep it in anymore and burst out laughing. The women, figuring out the prank, were very angry that they had been tricked. The townsfolk gathered around and explained that the trick was simply to show them that it’s not fun to be tricked. After the women settled down and explained why they did the pranks, the townsfolk agreed to try to make life more fun by holding spontaneous festivals and markets.
