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The last memory I have of my mother was on the fourth of July. Three days before my sixth birthday, my dad, her and I had gone to lunch at Joe’s Lunch Box, the second nicest restaurant in town. I didn’t like it there. Joe, the owner of the restaurant, liked to give my mother and me tight hugs w... - Fiction > Realistic FictionI had gone to Cod Town in the beginning of the summer with Maddy, my youngest sister. I hadn’t been there in two years and I hadn’t been planning to go this year until my older sister Tracy died. Then life went crazy for our family. Dad and Mom started to fight over the stupidest things like whe...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI turned around, surprised, and found him standing in front of the stove, covered in flour. This was an unusual sight because my dad never cooked. So to see him in a kitchen cooking was a surprise. “Dad, what are you doing?” I asked astounded. I walked into the kitchen and my hand brushed the...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe weather was gloomy. It was raining. The water was dripping down the side of the roof in front of my window. This was the morning of January 13th, my seventeenth birthday. I hadn’t expected it to be like this. When my alarm went off at six, I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the ...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryInvestigator’s Log Before you read farther, I will warn you that this book is not for the fainthearted. The events in this book ACTUALLY OCCURRED! there’s some pretty scary stuff in here. Make sure you can handle it before you continue. Take a moment and figure out if you really want to get...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionMom said we needed a vacation. I was eating my usual breakfast of fruit and yogurt when she sprang that on me. My mother, the always-composed Nora Palmer, actually looked a little stressed. She kept rifling through her papers, which were strewn all over the kitchen counter. It didn’t look like ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionSome of them looked at me like I was crazy. I certainly looked like I was. I was splattered with mud and soaking wet. All the people at the bar shook their head. When I reached the end I plunked myself down on a stool. Just then a woman passed me. She wasn’t beautiful but there was a commanding ai...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThere was a knock on my door in the middle of the night. It was raining outside, more like pouring outside, and I was worried. Tonight my mother hadn’t come home. That’s enough to make any person worry but my mother was also an addict. She’d been one since I was five, the year my grandmoth...
- Fiction > Historical Fiction“Will, stop playing with Charlotte’s dress. If my father catches you, he’ll throw you out and Charlotte will be snatched up by some other man. Then you’ll be very sorry.” said Eliza once she stopped giggling. Charlotte smiled and Will, although enchanted by her, teased, “Your father ...
- Fiction > Historical FictionThe ball at Riverbend was an ornate one. The ballroom was decorated with silk drapes in a soft pink hue and illuminated by soft candlelight which came from the dozens of candles set up everywhere. Capeton was a military town and so there were many more men to ladies, a fact which delighted all the e...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI sighed and said, “No. I’m kinda free at the moment.” More gasps. “oh okay then, well, any men on your mind?” Lisa raised her eyebrows and I couldn’t help giggling. Men. Ha! The guys I knew should be called toddlers. “Not really. I’m just a lone bird right now. But that...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“Mrs. Minor, how sweet of you to let me be on your show. I really appreciate it; this job is helping to pay for my college.” My voice sounds sticky sweet and totally false, even to me, but Lisa “big foot” Minor lapped it up like a dog drinking from a toilet. That was the speech I said to ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe day was January 29th. I was scheduled to have an interview with a local New York TV show, Talking With Lisa Minor, at nine. It was eight o’ clock and I was in hair and make-up at the time. My agent, Jillian Foster, buzzed around me as the make-up artist worked on my face. I was used to the rou...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryOnce the tires were gone she got up from her hiding place with some difficulty and ran to Penny. She was bloody and her limbs lay limp. Meghan pulled her sweater off one-handed and tried to cover the gashes on Penny’s head and arms. Her eyes were half open and she didn’t move. Meghan ran back to...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryThe day was February fourth, 2007. Three sisters, Christy, Meghan, and Penny Kellan all set out on a walk with their golden retriever, Noodle, on their suburban street just as the sun was setting. There were clouds drifting in the sky, dark with rain, but the hue on them cast by the sun was made up ...
- Fiction > Historical FictionPart 2 I held onto Nicholas as Mrs. Harvey and Lily rushed around, preparing for the new baby. He didn’t squirm in my arms, but calmly played with my locket. It had been given to me eleven years ago by my father just before the fire that killed all of them. I hadn’t taken it off since he put ...
- Fiction > Historical FictionCharles pulled me aside while Meg was preparing supper. She was eight months pregnant with her second child and very excited about the new baby. She had no idea of the impending danger that could possibly be rapidly approaching. Charles couldn’t bear to have her worry, especially with the new baby...
- Fiction > RomanceThe weather was dismal, grey, and rainy. The rain poured down softly as I walked along, my black umbrella above me. My brown boots swished softly over the water but besides the cars passing, everything was silent. My empty hand was jammed into the pocket of my black trench coat but it still felt col...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryThe Bartlett house was in a nice neighborhood. Each house on the block had a perfect front lawn and white picket fence. The Bartlett house was the only one alight at twelve forty-five in the morning. When Alicia and Felicity walked into the house, they both knew that Kimberly was definitely not invo...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysterySeventeen year old Kimberly Bartlett ran to the park in tears. Her whole world had just been smashed into a million pieces. The two people she thought she could really trust and love had turned their backs on her. She ran past the abandoned playground to the special tree she had planted when she was...
- Fiction > RomanceDear Diary, It's been exactly three weeks since I was kidnapped. These three weeks have been long and thankfully I found this empty notebook in the massive library here. “Here” is a beautiful place, the kind of place writers go when they need to eat, drink, and live their stories. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy <3 was broken, my tears were shed, all because of you, who I barely knew When I first met you, my heart beat quick, and for once I realized that maybe I could learn, to learn to trust again, to learn to love again, with your arms around me But I was wrong We were opposites, and ...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryIt was ten at night and they were still arguing. Their voices kept rising and falling like the waves of the ocean. Waiting in my room had become a normal part of my day’s routine. It wasn’t always like this. Before all the yelling and arguing it was just Mom, Camille, Hope, and me. Then Mom met ...
