Dear Nate....

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Image Credit: Belinda H., Palm Harbor, FL Dear Nate I don?t really know what to say or how to start this, but I guess I?ll start from what?s happened to me since you left and go from there. So many things have happened and so much has changed. I?m not so defensive anymore and I?ve got friends now: Harriet, Olivia, Gervais, Jamie and you, of course...

Little Red

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Image Credit: Abby S., New Carlisle, OH The author's comments: The story of Little Red Riding Hood inspired me to do this piece. I accept criticism and would appreciate it if you comment/rate my work. Please don't be to harsh :) The wolf crept slowly forward. He growled, almost seeming to taunt Red with his blood stained teeth. Red screamed....

Demons

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Image Credit: Rachel P., Wailuku, HI The author's comments: Some nights when I find myself wondering what is real and not real I peek into her room and watch her chest rise and fall slowly from underneath the covers until I remember everything clearly again. District 12 is not the same. A thin layer of ash still covers parts of the Seam and w...

MY Hereos

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Image Credit: Roopa S., San Jose, CA The author's comments: I really love Sonic the Hedgehog and writing fanfiction so i wrote this short story to show how great a hero he is. Sonic the hedgehog and Yoshi the dinosaur strolled through the forest in search of a monster. Hours passed and no sign of anything. Before they decided to give up they h...

Hold On

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Image Credit: Julie K., Vancouver, WA The author's comments: This is a one shot based off of David Archuleta's song "Hold On" from his latest album Forevermore. It's meant to describe a powerful and epiphanic moment between a fan and David, even though the moment is only in the fan's head. This song has been extremely helpful since David left on...

Heart of a Lion, Head of a Serpent

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Image Credit: Yisrawayl G., Philadelphia, PA The golden, orange, and red leaves on the lonely high limbs of the great oak trees had the appearance of fire, swaying softly with the crisp summer breeze. An icy film of frost topped the fallen browning dead leaves that covered the forest floor. The grounds were quiet, empty as if the world itself had s...

Dreaming with the Jonas Brothers

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One day when I came home at lunch time the Jonas Brothers, Kevin, Joe, and Nick, were at my door. I jumped out of my range rover and started screaming. I ran up to them and just started hugging them and crying. I had no clue what was going on. They were just smiling and laughing. Once I got done crying and screaming, they said, ?Hey Spaulding!? I...

My Dream of the Son of Neptune

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Image Credit: Haley L., Anchorage, AK The author's comments: Mkay. I whipped this up after I woke up with the Demi Gods of Half-Blood Hill fresh in my mind. I had just finished the "Lost Hero" by Rick Riordan the night before. (If you check my profile, he is my favorite author EVER!!!) Now, that the actual "Son of Neptune" has come out I realize...

Cato and Glimmer: The Other Star-Crossed Lovers

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Image Credit: Tanner H., Kaysville, UT The author's comments: I love The Hunger Games. After re-watching the movie, it gave me the idea for this story. What if Katniss and Peeta weren't the only star-crossed lovers taken by the Games? I am standing in the training room when I first see her. Her aqua-green eyes are sharp and threatening, filled...

Introductions to Caylee Skellington

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The author's comments: I love Tim Burton and came up with the idea of what Jack and Sally's daughter might be like. I believe her to be like her dad, more the silent rebel type. Please post comments, I love feedback. It was the fall of my nineteenth birthday when I felt something had changed. I was writing in my journal in the pumpkin patch whe...