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  Painting Water

  

  By goddess_of_the_moon_123, Beaverdam, VA

  Did you know that it is possible to paint a lake without a single drop of blue? The sun reflects across the water that's splendid lemon-white. And the trees solid, crimson, bold climb into a golden, fiery sky. An old man in a black boat bobs atop the umber waves and casts his fishi...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Door (Revised)

  

  By goddess_of_the_moon_123, Beaverdam, VA

  “Tina, door!” “Mom, I’m upstairs. Can you please get it?” “Tina, get the door!” “Please, Mom?” “Tina, there’s someone at the door for you!” “Fine, I’m coming!” “You know what, fine. If you really don’t want to answer the door, then I will answer the door.” ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Waiting

  

  By goddess_of_the_moon_123, Beaverdam, VA

  Waiting Is for people Who have the time To watch the waves Come in Go out Come in again Who wake up To see the sunrise Taste the breeze Listen to the song Of the Morning Bird But I want To be Someone! Make a difference Be the Painter The Author The Doctor Who changes a lif...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Memories of Snowflakes

  

  By goddess_of_the_moon_123, Beaverdam, VA

  I was six, and it was the first time I had ever seen snow. I laughed and ate it and made snow angels—angels for you, because you collected them. Our power was out for a week, but I barely noticed—because this was a magical place: a place full of love, and laughter, and endless white. I ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Strong

  

  By goddess_of_the_moon_123, Beaverdam, VA

  She sits up straight in the chair facing away from the stairs—away from me. Her spoon clinks softly as it hits the bottom of the bowl; it’s cereal, as usual. Boring. I watch her for a moment, planning my attack. I don’t move an inch: this moment has to be perfect. The corners of my mouth twis...