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Sara Martin at the Fountain

Photo Credit: Come Play With Me As a girl she played with Barbie and Ken dolls. Each doll had a gloomy and troubled past full of regrets and heartache. At least, it was gloomy for a ten year-old’s imagination. “I am sorry, Barbie. I cannot go ice skating with you tonight for our date.” Sara Martin spoke with Ken’s deep and manly voice, slightly shaken with anguish. “Why, Ken? I thought you liked me because I was smart and beautiful, and a good listener to your problems,” Barbie asked with delicate concern. “Yes, Barb, you are my soul mate, but you must know something about me.” “What is it Ken?” Barbie leaned in closer. ...

Strong Boy - Chapter 1

Photo Credit: Dark Before Dusk For the safety and anonymity of the characters involved, names and places have been changed. “Did you see that GIF I posted on your wall?” said Amy with the blue eyes. She was looking at me, but she was not talking to me. “The one with the snake wearing a pink top hat?” said Amy with the brown eyes. She was sitting behind me. Amy with the blue eyes knew I knew she was staring at me, but she did not care. The teacher had not arrived yet, and we were waiting for class to start, so she could do and say whatever she wanted. “No, Amy, don’t be an idiot. You posted that one.” "No, I didn’t! That was…” Brown-eyes Amy stopped breathing—this was her way of thinking—while blue-eyes Amy tapped her phone. She turned the phone and pointed it so I could see. “Watch.” ...

Ember

Photo Credit: iStock Amber Tru Torin, age fourteen, sophomore at Diamond Wood High School, Diamond Wood, Colordo (a.k.a. Colorado). New student, newbie, newcomer, weirdo...all these words the native Diamond Wood High students pinned to my forehead, yet I probably had no idea because I was not paying attention to everyone else. I was concentrating on getting from my mom's car to my first class. I've always been bad at directions, having grown up in a very small town somewhere in the middle of Calforna (a.k.a. California). Kington did not encourage me to exercise these poor navigation skills, nor was it an accurate name for such a small town with only three main roads, no road exceeding the speed limit of thirty-five miles per hour, and only one gas station out by the freeway. Toting my green apple-colored backpack on one arm, I walked through the halls fairly easily (I was ten minutes early and the rush of students was yet to come), and there I f...

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