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Emily?
Welcome to Bronzeville, where everyone here is just a runner up to the runner up. Well, that’s what it feels like growing up here. All of our schools have never won first place in any tournament. Not even against a neighboring city. This town could use talent of any sort. I think we’d take any type at this point. “Emily! Foods ready, come down please”. Ugh as I’m doing an important assignment my mom decides to interrupt. I was on the brink of something good, I feel.
By jada worthy4 years ago in Fiction
A Father's Daughter!
A Father's Daughter! Opening Scene Act 1! (In the background all you hear is the sound of his old fashioned wall clock, ticking... ticking away....Tick,Tick,Tick,Tick.) He is sitting in his chair at the table reading the paper and drinking his coffee as he has done 100's of times before. But on this day everything was about to change his life forever, there came the sound of the doorbell and a strong knock at the door.
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Fiction
As the Macaw Flies. Top Story - October 2021.
I perch confidently, talons gripping the bark. I wonder...why I've never seen another like me, but is that really important? What is important, I sense, is that I have achieved self-actualization. After all, I was brought here from a place called Brazil (so I've overheard) to protect, direct, and in all ways construct the lives of those to whom I've been entrusted.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Fiction
A Blueberry Muffin Christmas. Top Story - October 2021.
I sat quietly behind the shop counter with my nose buried in a philosophy textbook, struggling to focus on its contents. I guess this was good for me and all, working at Dowtin Peak’s singular cafe over Christmas break to pay off my student loans. But it was Christmas Day. Who, in a town of 2,000 people, wants to drive downtown in a blizzard for an overpriced cup of joe on Christmas? No one, apparently, because the shop was empty.
By Evelyn Cormier4 years ago in Fiction
Water's Edge
Cordelia felt like she needed to get to the cabin as quickly as possible. She had just gotten off work and was on her way to her first vacation in what felt like forever. When she finally saw it, her heart leaped, she hadn’t remembered her grandmother’s cabin being so grand. It looked like something out of a calendar. Dark wood logs stacked three stories with a wraparound porch, surrounded by the polychromatic leaves of autumn. Getting away from the coast was exactly what she needed, regardless of what her friends had to say. Living on the beach had not helped her anxiety about water. This place seemed as dry as it could get and that was exactly what she really needed.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
