This was a simple assignment that had to be 350 words or less for a course I was taking. Kind of cute but some things I'd change now. The box of crayons shifted and thumped around loudly under the arm of a little girl nearly five years old. “I am going to color a picture of a horse,” She said matter-a-factly. She pressed her tongue to the side of her mouth and grabbed the first crayon, a purple one. She used her other hand to help position the crayon correctly in her writing

No idea why I wrote this. I was in highschool I think. I was obsessed with the old history of England. Every good legend has a basis in reality and the stories of Camelot and the lady of the lake were some of my favorites. Enjoy. Autumn was here bringing with it a cold wet wind that wound its way thru the trees and around what few brown leaves still clung desperately to their branches. The wind seemed to howl like hungry wolves as the sun sank below the earth and a great haze

I wrote this for an assignment when I was around 24 or 25. So, a few years ago. I do not remember where I was going with it or what the end would be but this is the Intro to a story I started. The House Intro Dust lay like a gigantic furry blanket over every inch of the run-down Victorian. Gingerbread hung loose from the doorways attached in all directions with cobwebs and dust balls. Every door and hinge seemed to creek with the gently nudging of the wind. The beautiful oak

Evangeline and Virginia Evangeline Mitchell or Evie as everyone called her was busy at the kitchen counter making biscuits for dinner, listening to Virginia Blake chatter along endlessly about life. At just 17 years old Virginia was the youngest member of the church social events planning committee and her desire to help was only out done by her thoughts on how it all should be done. She sat cross legged at the table, every now and again straightening the tablecloth that she

The story of an unlikely friendship between four different women who all received a type of “Dear Jane” letter. I’ve already written a short article on “Dear Jane” letters, which, of course, are similar in content to “Dear John” letters. I am in the process of writing a fictional story set during the end of WWII that follows the lives of four women who each receive a letter stating, in various ways, that their significant other will not be returning to them. I love listening

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