May 8, 2015Artistic, Submissions, TouchingHolly Coombs, loneliness, monster, troll bridgeTim

The beast resided under the bridge that was his captive,
Destined to frighten all who passed.

He longed to feel the warmth of another creature besides the blindingly beautiful sun and dance with someone other than the cold bitter wind.

Footsteps sounded from above his home.

His roar was heard.

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Holly Coombs is a high school student with a passion for writing and an opportunity to share it.

May 8, 2015Adventure, Submissionscreepy, Madalyn LanniganTim

“Toby still hasn’t returned home from work yet!”

“I’m sure he’s just helping clean up the store like usual. No need to worry.”

“I’ll call him if he isn’t back in an hour.”

Toby was indeed helping clean the store.

All his coworkers had left, but he wasn’t there alone…

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Madalyn is a grade 11 student at Charlottetown Rural High School. Everyone in her writing class was assigned the task of creating a fifty word short story.

May 7, 2015Submissions, TouchingHannah Keoughan, I love you, loveTim

She stared deeply into his blue eyes and admired every flaw on his face. A smile grew across her face and her stomach filled vigorously with butterflies. He was her entire world.

Her heart was racing while she waited for his response.

Finally he whispered quietly, “I love you, too.”

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Hannah is a 16 year old female who lives on Prince Edward Island. She is a grade eleven student at CRHS. She loves creative writing; it is her favorite class of the day. She has brown hair and brown eyes. She is a hard worker when she wants to be. She thinks that this is one of her best pieces of work.

May 6, 2015Poetry, SubmissionsJana Hetenyiova, loss, love, poem, separationTim

He loves me, he loves me not.

He loves me, he loves me not.

She was tearing the tiny petals violently, leaving the flowers bare.

He loves me, was all I could hear before her voice faded in the distance, as we both kept marching through the Gardens of Oblivion.

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Still water runs deep. That’s Jana.

May 6, 2015Amusing, Submissionscheating, draw, duel, Maxwell Park, westernTim

My hand rested on the top of my Colt Dragoon, fingers wavering over the white vinyl grip.

Being a cheating scoundrel, he’d draw at two. They always did. Which meant I’d have to draw and fire at one.

I tipped my hat in his direction.

“On the count of three…”

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Maxwell is a 9th grade student who has problems understanding tablets so sticks to books and his 2002 flip phone.