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“I know.” He gently brushed the hair from her face. “It’s a nice dream, but it’s not me.”
- Length: 9 pages
- Age Rating: PG
The killer should be here." Jerry tapped the screen with a knuckle. "But he's not.
- Length: 16 pages
- Age Rating: PG
You could tell by the way she got off the helicopter that she wasn’t having any funny business. Perhaps she’d heard about the chap who’d been sent over to get their chakras realigned. He was effing and blinding by the time he left.
- Length: 19 pages
- Age Rating: PG
“It’s all going to be just fine,” she said. “We’re going home soon, I promise.”
The abandoned subway was the subject of an urban myth: the Ghost Train. There were many versions of the tale. They often involved witches, ax-murderers, faeries, or sometimes a combination of the three.
- Length: 20 pages
- Age Rating: 15
Jack Scrimshaw. Born 22/05/1991. Collected over the course of 10 years at Dartmoor Prison and Correction facility. The following entries were deemed pertinent to these proceedings.
Aspiring writers are generally advised to ‘show’ not ‘tell’ and to minimise their use of adverbs. But where’s the fun in that?
I get this a lot. People get embarrassed talking about the supernatural. I expect people from his world, with their neatly trimmed front lawns and house prices, to worry about making fools of themselves.
- Length: 25 pages
- Age Rating: PG
Ever since he had dropped out of college, ended up in a seedy area of the city, and found a part-time job at a bar, he had no desire to play it or write songs.
- Length: 16 pages
- Age Rating: U
He crouched down on both knees to look under the vehicle. When he said, “Oh God!” it wasn’t in his adult voice, but in a child’s voice, like the time he had accidentally run over his little brother’s leg with his dirt bike.
Charlie and John Green were brothers. They were raised in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Jackson County, North Carolina.
Walking into the room for the first time, my eyes were drawn to the grand, wooden table covered in a red checkered tablecloth piled with steaming plates of basted turkey, creamy mashed potatoes, and wobbly cranberry sauce.
- Length: 5 pages
- Age Rating: PG
Fifteen minutes to the deadline. Fifteen minutes to write the words that would end the career of a man who had once saved his life...
- Length: 4 pages
- Age Rating: PG
She had been twitching and gasping all night. It wasn’t unusual. Night terrors plagued her.
- Length: 3 pages
- Age Rating: PG
And the last time he’d feel his heart thumping, which it was doing in spades. From dread? Excitement? Both, he supposed. Like a bungee jumper. Yes, the ultimate jump. Down, down, down, then up forever. A phoenix from the ashes.
- Length: 5 pages
- Age Rating: PG
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
Sandra performed her little charade in front of the mirror and morphed into the Gisela character on a whim. She had a small tickle of flirtatious laughter down pat.
Beth wore her favorite pink smock. It had bottomless pockets perfect for carrying important things like handfuls of rubber bands, marbles the color of oceans, a red shoelace, a spoon, and two troops of plastic soldiers- one blue and one green.
I won’t tell anyone about the diagnosis.
Not my mother or sister. Certainly not Jake. Maybe not even Steve.
Jack Scrimshaw. Born 22/05/1991. Collected over the course of 10 years at Dartmoor Prison and Correction facility. The following entries were deemed pertinent to these proceedings.
Here in Saint Lizard, the one road starts on the cliff by the lighthouse and crawls in circles down to the sea. We have enough town to justify a strange-shaped road, but not enough to justify two roads.
Stella cannot remember a time before nature was her haven, her place of peace and healing. It was a big part of her life before she met her husband and the father of her two children.
A flash bursts from behind me, projecting shadows onto the pavement. We turn and all share the same vision. An orange mushroom cloud billows on the horizon, but it continues to rise into the sky.
Outwardly Seth didn’t react as he watched Mrs. Hatfield misplay the four spade contract, but inwardly he groaned. True, she made it, but most of the other pairs would make it with an overtrick.
