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The Orphans in the Woods
Rohan washed the dishes and put them away. He was grateful that his sister had cooked dinner. It wasn't as good as Mom's cooking, but for her first try it wasn't that bad. She'd get better. Gertrude had begun looking around the house for money as Rohan had told her. After Rohan was done putting the washed dishes away, he double checked the front door to make sure it was locked. He glanced at the telephone on the wall in the kitchen. No one had called yet and he was glad. He wondered if he should disconnect the phone or leave it alone. He decided to leave it alone for now. He walked through the living room to his bedroom to find his large suitcase. He had to pack the suitcase carefully with his best camping clothes.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 13: A Seat at the Table
Ever since she was a child, Christmas had been Nicole's favourite holiday. She loved the way the snow sparkled, the smell of hot cocoa in the air, and all of the amazing emotions she felt when she spent time with her family.
By Amanda Doyleabout a year ago in Chapters
The Game of Hearts
If looking bored was a sport, Miranda would’ve earned first place as she sat at a corner table listening to Eva rattle on about some trivial matter at work. Letting the words to the music take over, she drowned out Eva’s complaints and nodded in agreement now and then.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Chapters
Lost Battles
A cold and dark night at a bar, and a young man walks in wearing a green three piece suit and heads to the counter for a drink. The bartender behind it briefly stares at him, seeing that he recognised him. The young man starts to light a cigarette.
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Chapters
When some mornings are hot
It's 00:49 am, Saturday early morning in my part of the world. I've been tossing and turning in my sleep and now I'm fully awake, cannot go back to bed. It's hot and I'm sitting, imagining how it would really feel to take a good dive in Wara Kolo (name of our river).
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Chapters
Work In Progress
Wisps of sunshine, lingering in anticipation of twilight, filtered softly through the cracked blinds in Chloë’s room. She shifted again in the bed. After what seemed a few days, her hips and back were complaining, loudly and long, about this forced incarceration. Had it been three days, or four? Or five? No matter the length, it had been far too long.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters








