“Papa, why do you have so much junk around here? I can hardly enter the house.” I said as I pushed a statue aside and leaped over a pile of wooden planks. “These aren’t my junk, my darling. They’re your mother’s. I’m just trying to clean it all up now that she’s…you know.” Papa sniffled…
“How much longer are we going to search for this treasure?” Stacie whined.
James stared at his trembling scarred right hand as he again recalled that night in his mind.
As he drove along the highway and spotted the rainbow, he suddenly remembered the fortune cookie at lunch, “Your happiness is found at the rainbow, run toward it and never look back.”
Sofia’s imagination is out of this world. She’s be sitting at her desk doing homework while her mind would be somewhere else playing the role of heroine.
“Mommy, am I the ugly duckling out of all my brothers and sisters?” Tammy the duckling asked her mother one night.
Professor Keystone has a total of five pairs of eyeglasses – two pairs for far-sighted, two for near-sighted, and a near-plus-far-sighted glasses.
“Do you know why that dinosaur is looking at the picture with that wanting look on his face?” Ryan asked his classmates.
TJ grimaced at his breakfast, “Um, grandma? By chance, did you grab the wrong glasses again?”
“Ahem, what the hell are you doing?” Sasha asked.
“Ah, a grasshopper, shoo!” Jaime waved a roll-up newspaper at the insect.
“Must you get back to the water?” Luke asked.
Every midsummer night, when the veil between the living and the dead is thin, ghost fanatics would visit this collapsed cave, all hoping to catch a glimpse of a girl drawing on the wall like she had been drawing on these walls her whole life.
“We can’t be together,” Cami whined in frustration, “Now stop the car and let me go.”
Note: This story features the character from this story. Kyle shut his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his mind to rest. It had been a long day and week.
It was the first time he walked the city streets in over a decade.
Before he went into hiding, he promised that he would come back to find me when it was safe. “How will you find me?” I asked.
As he cleared his throat, she turned. In a large hat, sunglasses, trench coat, and high heels, she looked like someone from the previous century.
I was eight when it happened.
Every morning at exactly 8, she’d come in with her coffee mug while wearing the stupidest sunglasses.
“Wow, it’s so beautiful,” she tilted her head and admired the twinkling lights coming from the hotel rooms across the road.
I had known Mr. Flower since I was a little girl.
When I first moved in, I didn’t mind the close proximity of my bedroom window to the neighbors but then he moved in next door.