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  Mr. John Goodman

  

  By writer5, Scotch Plains, NJ

  John Goodman came home from work that day weary, but glad to finally get away from the mountainous pile of paperwork that had sat on his desk for the past week. He also wanted to get away from his co-workers, who had ignored him all day and looked very upset. But every time he would ask what was w...
• Fiction > Fan Fiction
  The Reaping

  

  By writer5, Scotch Plains, NJ

  People tell me that I look beautiful today, but I can only smile shakily in reply. My hair is fastened in an elegant bun, and I wear my best dress, but I hate fancy clothes. Whenever I wear a nice dress, it usually meant one thing: that I am going to a reaping. Alice, my older sister, turned 19 t...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Turn of Events

  

  By writer5, Scotch Plains, NJ

  A figure rose out of the mist. Its edges were blurred; it seemed more like a hazy blob than a person. The mist suddenly cleared a bit and his face could be seen. It was long and pale, with dark eyes that stared straight ahead, not focused on anything. A long black jacket swished as his knobby, s...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Why Do We Do the Things That We Do?

  

  By writer5, Scotch Plains, NJ

  How come that little voice inside our heads Makes our best choices brain-dead And fills our minds with angry thoughts instead So we don’t listen to what our hearts had said How come what our mouths must say Makes us later, at some point, pay And we throw kind words away So we won’t use ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Isolation

  

  By writer5, Scotch Plains, NJ

  The air had the cold, crisp feeling of snow. Dancing snowflakes rained down on me, looking like they were silk spun by the most gifted spinster who had an eye for beauty. They covered my hair and scarf in little white fuzzies that melted instantly and left me quite wet. The only sound was the cru...