By: Jenna Levitski | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories She watched them, silently at the edge of the water. Oh it galled them to be helped by her, didn read more
By: Travis Birket | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories that family right now. I really want to look at the one family that everyone loves. The Lloyds. read more
By: Emily Gee | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories into her, taking as well as giving. She wants to cry out but the light has drained her energy. She read more
By: Marilyn Wilke Ramone | 2010-05-29 | Short Stories She walked slowly toward the steps of her house. Her heart always seemed to skip a beat, but it was not a good thing, it was fear. She knew her father was awake by the light shining from his lamp that sat by his favorite chair. He was waiting for her and there was nothing she could do. read more
By: Lily Garner | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories "Shared Blood" Angela''s story I have to say, I''m an honest kind of girl. Not like her. I like to read more
By: Annabelle Floresby | 2010-05-31 | Short Stories Ballroom Surprise ~ "Cinderella" from the point of view of her stepsister "Loretta! How absolutely beautiful you look! As always," prattled Mother, grinning at my elder sister as she glided out of the dressing room in front of the mirror in a long, sleek, pink gown. Then Mother turned to me. read more
By: Donald Hancock | 2010-06-02 | Short Stories "THE CROWNING DIAMOND ON THE TOP" "Veal scallopini! The food and essence of the gods!" Thus said Sylvester Tolini with that Italian pronouncement in his voice and that pursing of the lips and the punctuation of the air with his forefinger and thumb together. read more
By: Amy Ambrosini | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories The Girl and her 47 Sneezes. In the land of Snew there lived a tiny little girl with hair the color of straw and eyes so blue the heavens were jealous. To look at this tiny child you would not suspect she was capable of such destruction but when she sneezed the houses shook. read more
By: Sarah Murphy | 2010-05-31 | Short Stories MY ANTI-CINDERELLA STORY PART 1 My name is Ashlynn Wendal, and I am 16 years old. Way back when I read more
By: Jeanette Cheezum | 2010-06-02 | Short Stories Poindexter Poodle "Come, Poindexter, it''s time for Mommy to take you to town," Pamela calls out. He loves the way people fuss over him at the Doodle Le` Do Salon. Poindexter prances out to the car and hops in waiting for his journey to begin. read more