My OutletBlaine trusted Kurt. It was odd, knowing someone for such a short time but still having this feeling of utter conviction towards them. All his life, he had never had someone he had felt this way for.It was hot, but spring was only beginning. Ohio was known for its varying weather conditions (Kurt had called it 'bipolar', making Blaine cringe inwardly). The sun was beating down on the outside of Dalton Academy. The students were out talking, running, reading; anything to get out of the confinement of the old, musty building. Blaine and Kurt sat across from each other on one of the outdoor benches, working on their latest Chemistry lab. Kurt
One Pear Tree, Ch. 1"C'mon Gracie!" a 9 year old Nathan Mitchell yelled from the very top branch of the gigantic pear tree that sat in the middle of both the children's back yards. He was standing fearless, looking down on his younger, terrified best friend.Grace Knight held her face straight with a façade of fearlessness, though she was scared to her wits. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab the thin trunk of the tree and hold her body close to it. But she had to show Nathan she was just as good as him, even though she was a girl and only 7."Do you want me to help you?" the brunette boy asked his voice full of irritation.Grace looked t
One Pear Tree, Ch. 2Grace walked into the house and was immediately greeted by James sighing loudly. She raised an eyebrow and took a seat at the island counter that sat in the middle of their kitchen."Loud sigh…what's wrong?" she questioned. He leaned on the counter and shook his head."Your dad and I have just been fighting. Nothing big really…" he tried to idle by it. But his daughter, like always, saw right through it."Do you wanna talk about it?" she leaned towards him, ready to get it dumped on her.James exhaled, "It's just that there's this new woman at his work. I walked up there to bring him lunch and they were flirting.""Tough break,
One Pear Tree, Ch. 3The three teenagers decided, after a while of sitting bored in Nathan's room, to go riding on Grace's horses. They had always shared them, since they were little kids. It was true that Nathan and Maggie didn't exactly get along, but because of Grace they were always together. She loved that they had the fearless three aura about them, even if it was to much chagrin of her other two.So after waiting 10 minutes for Maggie to run home a change into appropriate clothes, they saddled up and started riding through the trailed forest behind the Mitchell house. Maggie had immediately taken off, going as fast as the poor horse could take. Grace and
Scarlett: a Novel- ProloguePrologue Explosions went off in the distance, pelting the hospital with shattered glass and rubble. Bricks smashed through the windows, knocking yet another doctor into a deathly unconsciousness. She was the third in the room to be hit, including Raymond MacPherson, the father of the baby being born at the moment.Dana MacPherson, the man's wife, shrieked loudly as another body hit the floor. Only two remained in the hospital; a small, blacked haired midwife and Dana, pushing and heaving, the baby's head only starting to crown. Her blood curdling scream filled the room as she gave a heavy push and loud cries filled the room. The baby was f
PFLAG- Chapter TwoChapter Two Jamie and I had been best friends since we were 7. He swore he was 8, but I knew better. But whenever he told our friends those stories, I'd pretend he was right. That was just the way we were. The only moment I could remember as I sat at the kitchen table of the ratty apartment I share with my Auntie was when Jamie came out. We had been walking down the sidewalk, looking up at the tall New York buildings beside us. The air was thick and smelled slightly of rotting food. The garbage trucks hadn't come to pick up the trash yet that week. There was one more day. I was trying not to pinch my nose or gag. Next to me, with hi
PFLAG Prologue and Chapter OnePrologue It starts when I wake up at 5 in the morning and am met by 3 messages on my cell phone; all from Lane. I yawn and stretch out, lazily picking up my phone and start listening. That's when it hits me. It begins with his frantic voice, so different from his usual collected sound"Tinsley! Why don't you pick up your phone?!" he was yelling, the sound of sirens in the background, "You need to come downtown. There was a fire. At the PFLAG Diner. It's Jamie…he…he…"His voice trails off and the recorded monotone "Message Lady" starts going on and on again. I can't listen though. I hang up and throw the phone back on my d
Blood LettersThe sky is starless tonightI feel oh so aloneI wish that someone was here with meA friend to call my ownOff in the distance I hear gunsKilling those who condemn usWhile I trek through the darknessFor I am the one they trustA girl so young should not be outAt this time a night, especially nowBut I wander and run all aboutTheir letters in clutched to my chestI will reach my destinationThe place that I was sent toThese letters will reach their audienceIf my life depends on itFar awayBut it sounds too closeOh no, way too closeI hear a shot explodeMy body quakesMy letters fallMy muscles lose their hold
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