story

The mirror lay across the rusted railroad tracks, its border gleamed dull silver in the increasing sunlight. Engraved into the border was a pattern of minuscule budding roses and a crescent moon lay at the top, separating both sides of the mirror.
Pulsing with the sunlight, reflections slipped throughout the leaves of the nearby trees. Leaping from one shaded area to another, the reflections abruptly vanished as a humming began.
Legs clad with stiletto heels and lime green fishnet tights appeared. The person scuttled forward and stood up quickly after. A rather short adolescent emerged, ruffling her short auburn hair to rid it of debris. Yawns escaped her mouth, her lips dry with the lack of water.
"Ahhhhh~ It's so warm!" She exclaimed to herself. The gravel crunched underneath her feet as she approached the mirror. Her face expressed a look of content and almost...recognition.

Running through the rain, back to the only shelter I know, I can still hear their laughter. That’s all that they ever do, laugh. They always tell me that I’m a freak, that I’m worthless, and that I’m not good enough to be around them. It’s all because my parents died when I was little and no one would take me in. So I have to live in the abandoned warehouse at the edge of town that everyone says is haunted. And it’s because of this rumor that I’ve been labeled a freak. Everyone says that I’m a devil-worshiper and that I use the ghosts of the warehouse to cause all of the disasters in town. None of the schools will let me in, so I don’t have an education, which just adds to the viciousness of the rumors.

Malik groaned quietly as he felt the pull of awareness in his mind. His entire body ached so much, and he wasn’t sure why. What had happened last night? Why did he hurt so badly?

Golden eyes snapped open when memories of the previous night came flooding back to him. Jay! Jay had caught him when he was trying to get home! But where was he now? Malik could feel soft cotton beneath his hands and the slight firmness under his back told him that he was on a bed. How did he get here?

Slowly, trying not to disturb his wounds which someone seemed to have bandaged while he was out cold, he sat up and looked around at his surroundings. He was, indeed, on a bed and was covered with a floral patterned comforter. The bedside table next to him had a basin of water upon it with a cloth hanging on the side. It seemed as if someone had been caring for him. The room he was in was small, but nicely decorated and furnished. It looked like he was in someone’s home.

AN: Our English teacher wanted us to write a story about a freak. So here's mine. Enjoy!
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The moon shone high above the town of Gravesend one night, and the wind whipped about grasping at anything that was not held tightly to the earth. The streets of the slums were barren. Nothing was there save for some cars and garbage cans outside of the houses. People had been off the streets for hours. They were all warm and comfortable, protected by the walls of their homes. Everyone was sleeping peacefully, safe and sound in their beds.

Save for one.

The Frog Prince
By: Derrick Spalding

As I sit here on my lily pad,
With a blank sheet of opportunity in front of me,
I think of what to fill it with.
As the sunsets and night comes,
The sheet is still empty.
The moon rises and brings dreams,
Of deep divine thoughts of places
That he’s never explored.
It starts to come together.
When he awakes the lily flower has blossomed
Into a full grown sight of beauty.
As he looks at the flower it makes him think,
“We must all fill our blank sheets of opportunity
And fulfill what makes us happy,
So when it comes time to go home,
You’ll have plenty of stories to share.”

A story I heard from my friend's two year old sister.
You gotta wonder where these things come from...

Well...
Theres a bad mermaid who stole his gold,
And put it in a bag and then..
Then...
And then
And then he
And so he and his mom came
And than he put his arm around them
And he marries
And then they
And than they...
They maried and ate food and cookies after dinner.

Another day done. I think as I step out of my little red car. I finally arrived home from a very long and busy day.

Wolfish Lore

Chapter One

CONTAINS SWEARS AND OTHER STUFF. Rated M just to be safe.
I would like to know what you peoples think about it.....
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“Just go and talk to her.”

“Dude have you seen he way she looks at me or any male? She has the look of disgust.”

“You’re a Fucking Werewolf for Pete’s sake.”

“Who’s Pete?”

I walk my own path. I write my own story. Go ahead and point out my differences; I don't want to be you. You are not living my life, and I am not living yours, so don't act like you're any better than me. You aren't perfect. I'm not perfect, but at least I can embrace that. I try to be the best person I can be by my own standards. Too bad for you if I don't live up to yours.

You know, one night I was at this party. It was a beautiful party held at the biggest house in town. I guess you could call me a gatecrusher because I am never invited to events like these. I just come and go as I please. I understand. People like me aren’t invited to such ritzy events such as these. They usually high-hat me. After a while though, I realized that this party is really lousy.

I was ten when I first visited New York City. It was September I do believe, and my mother and I took a bus trip into the city with her work. I didn’t really travel much, besides when I visited relatives, so I was quite excited. We gathered at the bus around five in the morning, but I was too frenzied to be tired. Once the whole crew boarded up, we started off on the adventure.

Once upon a time,
In a land never heard of,
Was a gorgeous girl.

She was a pauper,
But she was deeply in love,
With a handsome prince.

One bright, clear morning,
She ran right into the prince;
A surprise for both.

Their eyes were shining,
But he got up with a wince,
For his foot was hurt.

She brought him back home,
And her parents were in shock.
He was royalty.

The Broken Promise
Hmmm... Perhaps if she scrunched in her nose more? No, no. That made her look like some crotchety old lady! Well, how about more of the frown...a little less...lower the eyelids a bit...THERE!
“Ye- Oh no.” In her excitement of success Avvy’s recently perfected look of total indifference had slipped into one of elation.

I don’t really remember what I had gone up there for, it was just a cold, rainy and boring Vermont weekend and I decide to check out some of the old stuff in the attic. I remember looking around up there at old records by stone-age groups like Peter, Paul and Mary and The Beatles. Who the heck are they?

A hand rested on her shoulder. Locks knew it was another memory and immersed herself in it, waiting for what would happen next. This was an early memory, the first time she had ever seen Nathaniel.