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  Skittles Can Change A Life

  

  By PeaceAndLove98, Lyman, ME

  Dear JV, It all started with that one bag of skittles. Such a tiny thing...turned into such a big thing. To you, that bag of skittles was just a bag of colorful candy. But to me, it was the thing that ended up changing my day. The thing that ended up changing my life. Yeah, I will forget about...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  What's you phobia?

  

  By PeaceAndLove98, Lyman, ME

  My stomach aches with an unbearable pain. Numb? Check. Burning? Check. Could it be any worse? Nope. Why do the beds in the nurses office need to be so uncomfortable and cold? The pillows are dry and rough, too. My nurse sings "walking on sunshine" while I feel the exact opposite. Sitting h...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Driving Away

  

  By PeaceAndLove98, Lyman, ME

  My fingers stroke the soft, plush seats of the mysterious car I'm in. I lost track of time a long time ago and the hours seemed to get shorter and shorter while the red numbers changed on the clock. The car is dark, and I have no clue who is in the driver's seat, taking me away from the ho...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  The Forest Of Lost Letters and Forgotten Memories

  

  By PeaceAndLove98, Lyman, ME

  I don't know when this story truly starts. Does it start when I took my first step into the forest, or does it start the morning before? The morning I got a teensy weensy bit curious. I'm not going to drown you in the boring details of the morning before because, quite frankly, I guess th...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life

  

  By PeaceAndLove98, Lyman, ME

  Ever since I came out of my mama's womb, instead of screaming, she swears I was singing a show tune while my tiny little toes wiggled to the beat. I was a happy child, she always explained. Filled with joy, filled with life. My hair was the color of sunshine, sashaying down my tiny shoulders in...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  The Usual Dreadful Morning Routine

  

  By PeaceAndLove98, Lyman, ME

  BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. What? BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Where am I??? BEEP BEEP. Oh. What's today? Tuesday? Another day at school. God help me. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP The droning sound of the alarm clock drains into my ears and my brain doesn't notice it any longer. My black lace bed drape cove...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Hush Little Butterfly

  

  By PeaceAndLove98, Lyman, ME

  Hush little butterfly Fly away from this place Until the cuts you made are faded then gone Until the tears you shed are there no more Until everyone forgets your name Your by yourself All alone Forgetting the world you used to know Faded memories play in your head Has your heart playfully p...