The green around us,
Is slowly disappearing,
We should start caring.
Its short, but what do you think?
What are words?
Simply things you put on a page?
Or what you use to describe the birds?
They say words can’t hurt.
They can’t trap you in a cage.
Words can take away our confidence,
Make us throw away our favorite shirt.
But they can give us joy.
Make us fall in love,
Whether with a book, person, or song,
Use these words to build a picture,
And only for encouragement,
never in a way that’s wrong.
You step outside, the heat a big contrast,
To the coolness of your wonderful home.
And you walk with your friend, having a blast,
Remembering your stunning trip to Rome.
And finally you make it to the beach,
Digging your feet into the cool, wet sand.
You grab your backpack and take out a peach,
While your friend swims to a small rocky island.
She comes back to shore, dripping water on you,
She grins and you know that you wont have peace.
Looking forward, you dive into the blue,
You see your friend picking up a shell piece.
Right there, you wish your greatest wish ever:
If only summer would last forever!
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“Help me.” Whispered a voice in my ear. I tripped on thin air, getting some weird looks from the people enjoying the farmers market and my best friend, Rosalinda Picone. Rosalinda came from Milan, Italy and had the accent to prove it. She narrowed her golden-brown eyes at me, her red-dyed hair making her look even more intimidating.
“What in the world was that?” She asked, her accent sliding in and out. I tried to avert my green eyes and look somewhere else, but it was impossible when I knew she was glaring at my blonde hair. I finally turned around and answered,
“I swear I heard something.” Rosalina looked at me and tapped her perfectly manicured black nails to her temple.
“Ay Kate. You’re going nuts.” Said Rosalina, dramatically shaking her head, I smacked her arm, almost causing her to topple over due to her thin frame.
“Help me.” The voice was clear and sounded like a young girl, I was more prepared for it this time and sharply turned around, accidentally whipping my hair into Rosalinda’s face. After searching to make sure there was no one following me, I turned back to Rosalinda. Her arms were crossed and she stared at me, her hip jutting out to one side in a sassy position.
“I don’t know what is going on with you, but I know food always makes you feel better so let’s go.” Said Rosalinda rolling her eyes. I smiled sheepishly and followed her to a restaurant nearby. The moment we walked inside I heard the voice again.
“Help me.” The voice sounded louder and more desperate. I could feel the sorrow and helplessness coming from the voice, as if I were whoever was crying out for help. We walked inside and the smell of food hit me instantly. It smelled like bacon, pancakes, and eggs. I smiled and Rosalinda saw it.
“I knew this would make you feel better.” We got a booth by the window and the waitress gave us the menu.
“What are you planning on getting?” Asked Rosalinda. She was looking at the menu and wrinkling her nose. Rosalinda was trying to adapt to bacon, pancakes, and eggs instead of cornetto or fette biscottate.
“Colazione in the U.S. is so fatty and makes me so full.” Complained Rosalinda, I assumed Colazione meant breakfast. But honestly, I had no idea.
“I guess i’ll have the peppermint chocolate pancakes.” I said and Rosalinda scrunched her nose up.
“It’s too early for chocolate peppermint.” She then looked over her menu one more time and finally decided.
“I’ll have some coffee and oatmeal with toast.” The waitress came by after a couple of minutes and took our orders.
“Help me.” I stiffened slightly but stopped myself from looking around.
“Are you seriously okay?” Asked Rosalinda, her face showing concern.
“I’m fine.” I said, trying for a fake smile.
“Don’t lie to me ragazza.” Rosalinda said, shaking her head. I immediately registered the word ragazza as the italian word for girl. Lying to Rosalinda is absolutely impossible, and I figured that one out the hard way.
“I’m just going to the bathroom, maybe splash some water on my face.” I stood up and headed to the bathroom.
“Kate,” Rosalinda called after me and I turned around, “Do you want me to come with you?”
“Don’t worry, thank you though.” She smiled at me and I headed into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door. I splashed water on my face, forgetting that I had put on mascara today in the morning. I cleaned my face and looked up at the mirror. But I wasn’t alone. Behind me stood a girl, she had long hair tied back with a bow, a long dress, and she looked to be around nine. The weirdest thing was that she was completely gray, not an ounce of color in her. I turned around and expected to see her behind me, but there was no one. I looked back into the mirror and all I saw was my reflection.
“Stop freaking yourself out.” I scolded quietly. My mascara was no longer on my face, but my hands. I tried grabbing the bar of soap to wash my hands but it slipped and landed on the floor. I looked under the sink and almost screamed. There was the ghost girl, curled in a ball…crying?
“Are you crying?” I asked, not sure if this was really happening or I was hallucinating. She looked at me and whispered two words,
“Help me.” I took a step back, almost hitting my head on the sink. I took a deep breath to calm myself.
“What do you need help with?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t getting myself into a huge mess. The girl uncurled herself and looked at me.
“Do you know what this was before a restaurant?” She asked me.
“Land? Grass?” I asked and she shook her head.
“It was a big house. My home. My mom and my dad and my 4 siblings lived here with me.” The girl said wistfully, “They all moved on already.” My legs started aching so I sat down on the floor.
“And why haven’t you moved on yet?” I asked her. She smiled, but her eyes didn’t match her mouth.
“I made a promise to my best friend. And I need to keep it. But I need help.” The girl replied sadly.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Well then, Julia, I will try to help you.” I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
“You promise?” She asked, as if not trusting that I was really going to help her.
“I promise.” I said, “Now, what do I have to do?” Julia moved and I saw a small door carved into the wall.
“Inside this door is a book. Do not open it. My friend did, and she was not the same. Not until the day she died with me in this house. She made me promise to burn this book. I can’t get to it, my hand goes right through whatever I touch.” Julia said. I opened the door in the wall while she sat next to me. There was a thin black book. It had a cloth latch and writing on the top.
“The Book of Death.” I read and Julia shrunk back.
“What exactly does this book do?” I asked, trying to resist the urge to open it.
“It tells you the day you die and how.” Answered Julia, my urge diminished.
“So if I burn this book. You’re free to join your family?” I asked and Julia nodded.
“What about the fire sprinklers?” I took the lighter out of my bag.
“I’ve been here ever since they opened this restaurant and they never put fire sprinklers in this bathroom.” Answered Julia, grinning with excitement. I turned on the lighter and brought the flame towards the book. I held it for a bit while the fire spread, but I threw it in the sink before it could burn me.
“You have no idea how many people I have tried to convince to help me.” Julia, stared at the fire. Soon the only sign that there had ever been a book, was the ashes. I turned on the faucet and the water washed away the remains of the thing that was anchoring Julia to this world. I turned around, to say something but Julia was gone…I hoped she would be alright. I walked back to my table, feeling much better.
“There you are! Your foods getting cold.” Said Rosalinda. “All better?” She asked.
“All better.” I answered, smiling. After taking a seat, I dug into my pancakes and hoped Rosalinda didn’t ask too many questions.
“At least you’re okay now.” Said Rosalinda, sipping her coffee. But then a voice spoke. Not Julia’s, not any voice I had ever heard before. The voice was not human.
“You haven’t gotten rid of me yet.” But the voice that followed was even worse.
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Your Villain is a guy called Gene Depraysie and your hero is a girl called Rayina Nathly. Include some kind of Betrayal, the rest is up to you. Post your story in the comments.
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Set a short story in the year 2085, try to create a vivid description so people can imagine what it would like to live in that year. Write and then post it in the comments!
“PANDORA!” Yelled my mom, even though I was 5 feet away from her.
“Yes mom?” I asked, watching her frantically try to clean our house. I heard a loud clatter and then something hitting the floor.
“Mom, did you know we have roaches in the garage?” Asked my brother, Alex.
“Yes, which is why I sent you outside with the Roach poison.” She sighed and then turned to me, “Could you please check on Leah? I asked her to rearrange her dolls so she stays out of our way. But, she has been awfully quiet.” I nodded and ran up the stairs.
“Leah!” I called my 2 year old sister, but she didn’t answer. I opened the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was paint everywhere, however most of it was either on Leah herself or on the walls.
“Mom!” I called, the panic noticeable in my voice.
“Pwetty!” Said Leah, laughing and clapping her hands together. I could hear my mom approaching me, but for some reason I couldn’t move my eyes from Leah’s colorful, paint-splattered room.
“Oh my god.” My mom said quietly, we stood there, just staring for a couple of minutes. Then my mom snapped out of it.
“Leah! What did you do?” She asked and shoved me out of the way, heading towards Leah.
“She probably found the finger paint box and opened it. Hey, but at least we don’t have to paint her room.” I said and my mom shot me the look that said you better be quiet and help me.
“What do we do? The family reunion is starting at 6 and its 5:45. “She said, grabbed a towel, and picked Leah up with the towel.
“Give Leah a bath and tape a sign that says Warning Do Not Enter on the door?” I joked.
“Okay, you put the sign on the door and I’m going to go give Leah a bath.” My mom said, and walked out of the room with Leah.
“Wait, what?” Did she actually mean it? There is no way she was joking, she takes family reunion very seriously. After 10 minutes I had put the sign up, Leah didn’t have any more paint on her, and Alex had finished with the Roach killing. I went upstairs and decided to relax a little on my bed. My cousin Emma was supposed to come and I couldn’t wait to see her again. We last saw each other when we were 9 and we are now 16. Two minutes later the doorbell rang, I jumped up, straightened my Blue and gold dress, and zoomed downstairs. Alex opened the door and let everyone in. My two Aunts and Uncles, Grandparents, and my four cousins, including Emma. Emma had a red dress. She had changed since the last time we saw each other. She was way taller and had curled black hair, with bangs.
“Hey Emma!” I said and walked towards her.
“Hi?” She asked.
“Do you remember me? I’m Pandora. We used to play together when we were kids.” I said
“No, sorry.” She said annoyance in her voice. I couldn’t believe it, when we were kids we did almost everything together.
“We used to ride our bikes into the woods and to the little lake hidden by the trees.” I said, desperately wanting her to remember.
“Look, I don’t care. If we were ever friends then it must have been a very long time ago. I probably don’t remember you for a good reason.” Emma said, “Also, hang this up for me, will you?” She threw her coat at me and then smirked. This was not like the Emma I remembered.
“Did you want to ask something else? Or did you just not hear me? Go hang up my coat.” Those last words sounded like they could stab someone.
“I’ll go.” I said and my shoulders slumped. After hanging up her coat, I told my mom that I was going to head to the treehouse. She immediately realized what happened and sent me up with a plate of cookies and milk. The treehouse was kind of like my second room, I usually spend most of my time up here hanging out with friends. After lifting up the rope ladder, I lifted the cookies and milk that were in a bucket. I sat there for a half hour, absentmindedly chewing on the cookies.
“Pandora!” Where was that coming from?
“PandORA!!” I looked out the window but there was no one there.
“PANDORA, GET UP!!!” I woke up with a start. There was someone with straight black hair and brown eyes staring at me.
“Well, its about time!” She said, “I haven’t seen you in forever Panda!” I rubbed my eyes, was it all a dream?
“Emma?” I asked and she rolled her eyes.
“No,” she started sarcastically, “yes it’s me!” We hugged and talked the whole night, reliving all those happy memories. I can’t believe I thought Emma could actually be as mean as the girl in the dream. But you never know, people change.
“Hey, back to me, guys. I’m supposed to be traumatized, and you’re supposed to be making me feel better. So far, you suck at it.”