Series
No Picnic, part one
So I went to Jessica’s for tea, just like her mother had asked! Once there I changed back to gym kit, because even by late afternoon it was still too hot a day for school uniform. Jessica’s little cousin Kyle and the friend from his school who he’d brought to tea had both done the same, so we sat about the garden in our shorts and tees a bit, enjoying the sun. Kyle looked like Jessica, only he had fair hair and freckles. Until now I’d only ever seen him in his school uniform, which seemed to make him fidget even more than Jessica did in hers. His friend meanwhile had green eyes and dark brown hair. It was too hot to start chucking a ball round, for which I was secretly grateful. The company of other boys was more fun for me when we didn’t have to do that!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
No Picnic, part two
Pettishly, I reached for a pink-iced cake. Whip! Holly snatched the last one and smirked at me. Scowling and red-faced, I reached for one with raisins instead but Jessica smartly caught that one too. Her giggles made my face burn all the more. I was getting so sick of these girls!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Next Year
This is my last year in high school (I hope). My senior year has come upon me quicker than expected and I just knew this year would be a game-changer. At the beginning of my story, I mentioned that I was very scrawny for my age. I didn’t really describe my physique so I am going to describe what I looked like a year ago and what I look like today.
By Patrick Bramer4 years ago in Fiction
The Meeting
I am now about 5 feet from where she is standing and at this point, some of her female friends stop talking to look at me or in my direction. At this point, I have made a decision to just smile at her and say hi. I chickened out to do anything more than that. Jackie smiled back at me and said hi back as I walked on to my first class of the day.
By Patrick Bramer4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
It was awfully bright for nine o’clock in the morning. The newspapers had just been delivered. The sun had just risen above the trees and the houses. Fathers had just left for work and the moms were wrestling their kids out of bed to start getting ready for school.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Michael excused himself from the class with five minutes remaining before the end of the period. Just before he left, he looked through the class roster and put a face to Jamie. He waited in the hall counting the seconds until the bell would ring. He looked at his watch; he looked at the clock hanging from the hallway ceiling. He stood outside the classroom door like a security guard keeping the students inside and everyone else outside. He walked by the door window peeking in each time. Finally, the bell rang.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Once Michael got home that morning, he did nothing but sit in his room and rest. He told his parents he was suffering from the common cold so that they wouldn’t ask any questions but would let him rest for work. On Monday, Brittany picked him up again like she had every day the week before.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Although the door was no longer attached to the wall, the outside of the house looked fine. The snow was melting away and the beginning of spring was right around the corner. It was a beautiful time of year to live in a place surrounded by trees and water. Soon the greenery would be in full bloom and people would come out of their houses to enjoy the weather. There would be life on Hidden Valley Lake once again.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The Crate always presented a rock and roll concert atmosphere. Drunken people banged into each other as their hands waved and fists pumped in the air. Their cheers started soft but grew louder. The crowd was full of businessmen in suits, their hair slicked back or combed over. Some wore sunglasses inside even though the lighting was dim and the moon was up outside. There was also a large portion of poor and middle-class people wearing jeans and t-shirts balancing out the upper class.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
All it took was one story for Michael to abandon all faith in having a relationship with his real father, William. It took one story about two brothers fighting because they are a representation of an Eclipse. Michael knew that William was crazy. He didn’t need another meeting. Their relationship never got a chance to grow. William believed in things that weren’t physically possible, things that had only been imagined in movies or stories. Michael turned away from his father and never wanted to look back. Little did he know the crazy father he thought he had, had seen things that could only happen in movies or stories.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
