Over the EdgePreface
"Hailey, do you ever wonder about the afterlife?"
"Why should I? We are only thirteen. We don't think about death. Only boys, clothes, and school. Come on lets go play a board game."
She just stared at me, her eyes thoughtful, mouth twisted into a shallow frown. I could tell she couldn't hear me. Off in her own world she travels to so frequently these days. Suddenly she looked up at me and smiled.
"Just wondering. I think death is peaceful."
"Don't talk like that. It's gruesome." I reached out to her, "Lets go back to the party."
"Nah, I should go. Big history test tomorrow." She made a face. "Bye bud."
"Kay. Smell yah latter." I used our childhood farewell, but she was already gone.
That was the last time I saw my best friend Elizabeth Jacobs alive.
Shoot the Messanger
Ring, ring. Ring. Ring, ring. Ring.
"I am coming!" I yelled at the phone.
"Hailey, have you heard?" It was Jenna Gibson, my friend and classmate. Jenna is probly the biggest gossip in Dower
Colaboration"Shit!" He yelped as he bangeeed his knee on the ledge of the window he curently was breaking into. Just get in, get the stuff, get out. Easy. He thought to himself. As he mannaged to crack the lock open he herd fotsteps. Screw it. All I need is a few hundred dollars in jewels to reach my quota. Ever since he ran from his idiot foster parents, he had been earning a place to stay at some broken down house just on the edge of town. The only rules: Get five hundred dollars in stolen property at the end of every month and don't get caught. At this moment Jet was about two hundered short and only a week left until the due date. Thats why he was taking a risk with a modern town house on the upper class part of the city, as oppposed to his usual middle class store. And this place seemed promising.
As he entered the newly opened window he put his hand at the knife in his pocket. Just incase those footsteps were serious. He looked in one room, appearently a girls, and found a ballerina jewlery
LawsonSaturday, December 1st, 1917
It was so cold out today! I was lucky Mom let me walk up to Fort Needleham! I watched the ships come into the harbour and others depart. I love the ships with unique zigzag, striped, and triangular patterns painted on them. Johnathan told me it was to confuse enemy submarines. I wanted to sketch them but I left my paper and sketch pencils at home. I wonder if Johnathan has been on one of those ships?
I miss him so much! I wish he were home here with Dad, Mom, baby Kirsty and I! I cannot imagine how much he must hate it out there in the trenches! Watching his brothers in arms fall around him... Oh when will the war end? I have heard of so many losses. My Uncle Charlie lost his wedding ring in the tar like mud, Mary's brother lost a leg in the explosion of rocks Germans blew up, and Mrs. Pennyweather down the street lost her son in an attack of mustard gas. I don't know what I will do if I lose Johnathan. I remember that before he was deployed he
HopeWhen the clouds, thicken
and lightning dances,
we are in the power of darkness.
Its over bearing evil washes over us.
We fell dread and dispear.
We fear that all we love and cherish,
will be lost
Then the Light warriors invade.
Casting away all forms of sadness.
Planting seeds of laughter
and hope in our eyes.
We need not worry as
long rays of bright sunlight wash across our
We live in the present.
And look for the futur
But cannot forget the time
when we thought all was lost.
It makes us carefull.
We have learned not to abuse
the time we have now.
We 'take time to enjoy
My YAC SubmisionElements
I am a normal girl. Really. I am. How much normal could a blonde, medium height, plain, almost sixteen year- old get? Well, sadly I am insanely different. First, there is the thing with my eyes, they change colour. Not just brown to green though, from chrimson to an impossiable silver to gold to an aquamarine.
Oh then I can manipulate the elements.
Yeah thats right I am a freak. I can create tornados and forest fires out of thin air, and can form a tidal wave and earthquake with any amount of water and earth. All I do is destroy. Literally I can kill with a glance. I shudder even thinking about it. I posess the power to take over mother nature as well as the entire human race with my bare hands, but I am getting stronger. Now I can use my mind, I discovered this after the accident. And it gets worse. I am not the only one.
That is what I believe anyways. There isn't really a How To Control Your Super-Human Powers book. But, one late night on Google told me that there are tribe
Modern Fairytales Part 1 chp1I am a normal girl. Was a normal girl but on my fifteenth birthday everything started to get a little strange. Let's see if you notice anything simaliar. My name is Dorthy, such a stupid name I know, I live in Kansas, I have a dog named Toetoe, a few months ago my parents died in a tragic car crash and I went to live with my Aunt May. This how everything got started.
Toetoe is always getting in troulble with our neighbour, Ms. Hicklesworth. She can be so mean! So I was out in the frontyard mowing the grass when she comes over with Toetoe in her hands like he is a peice of trash she doesn't want to get her white gloves dirty. Who, I want to know, wears white gloves in July not to mention the twenty first century?
"Dorthy! I want you to make sure this little mutt never goes near my flowers again! He dug them all up, and then did his buisness on my front step!"
"Yes Ms H. I will make sure Toetoe is on his chain." No wonder she was holding him ten feet out in front of her.
"Well, then I wi
Above Beyond the CloudsAbove Beyond the Clouds
Above beyond the clounds,
There is light,
There is love,
There is hope.
Above beyond the clouds,
And rain drums.
Above beyond the clouds is,
I wish I could be
Above beyond the clouds.