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Here are some stories I have tried to write in the past.\
Tell me which ones you like the best. 

The dark blue sky shone down on the group of kids that stood in the large field of overgrown grass. They were studying their surroundings, as their teacher was ranting on about certain bugs and flowers.
But one boy was not paying attention at all. That boy was Dylan. His strikingly blond hair drooped over his eyes, shook over to the side. His eyes were piercing bright blue, the color of a cloudless sky.
Dylan twiddled with a long shred of grass that seem to be a lot more interesting than anything the teacher was talking about. He was a pleasant boy most days, though the teacher never really appreciate him much.

“...You might be wondering how plants use the sun’s light for oxygen. Well, that cycle is called photosynthesis and....”
This was kid stuff, what did he need to listen for? “Mr. Welsey? Did you find something else more interesting?” The teacher said to Dylan.

He was tempted to answer, but instead he just looked at her, pretending to listen. He wished there was somewhere else he could go...

When school as out, kids dispersed around the new field to explore. Now this was something that Dylan enjoyed. The fresh air and land without limits! Unfortunately, he had to get back to his house to finish the chores he hadn’t completed in the morning. If he didn’t, his father would surely be mad at him.

So Dylan stayed for a small while, competing in running races against friends and climbing trees, but left soon after.
“Dylan, are you leaving already?” His best friend, Jonathan, asked as he walked off.
“Yes. Lets meet tomorrow, alright?”
“Sure.” Jonathan smiled and waved as Dylan stepped up his pace.

The sun was beginning to set behind the hills that bordered the land, Swerthilt. His father would be angry, but nonetheless, he would end up finishing his chores.

As he came up one last hill, he saw his house just 50 feet away. Its nice, warm log structure would make it warm in the winter and nice in the summer. He was especially proud of it because he helped his father make it.

His mother opened the door just as he came down the hill and smiled. “He’s home, everyone.”  His siblings ran out to see him and ask him about school. Since they weren’t old enough yet, they thought it was the most magical thing in the world.

Boy, were they wrong. Dylan thought.

He quickly sat his books down and ran for the farm house. He knew that his father would be home soon, so he had to work as hard as he could.
He needed to feed the horses first. And they were the messiest animals that they had. But some of the dearest to the children.
Their big black eyes would constantly stare at you. Dylan pulled out two big bales of hay and sat it in front of the stables of each horse. Right away they started munching at the golden colored hay.
But there is something different about the horses expressions as they ate. They seemed worried, as if they knew some evil, dark spirit was surrounding the barn.

After he had accomplished feeding the horses, he returned inside to see his father sitting at the table he had built a few years past.

Raindrops plummeted down on that yellow-painted cab in a small town in New York, making a rude sound that left Janie awake the whole trip.  Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a bun to stay out of her hazel green eyes.
She tried to sleep, but the enormous racket above from the rain and the bumpy asphalt, kept her awake.
Her two brothers, Dwayne and Carter, sat next to her, bored to tears. Dwayne loved to read, but no books were allowed here in this orphanage that they were headed to. And Carter was more of an active person. His thick eyebrows burrowed down on his determined eyes, tired of sitting so long.

Right now you are probably wondering what is the deal with these unfortunate children. As Janie sat on the uncomfortable seat, she played the last few weeks again and again in her mind, over and over.

Last September, the kids would have seemed like any other. Their parents had normal jobs, they went to school and hated it, and they had friends. It was Monday, the twenty-first, when Janie had arrived home, after a hard day at school. She sat her books by the door, as her mom had reminded her time and time again not to do, and she headed to the kitchen for a snack.
She grabbed an apple, after not finding anything satisfying, and began to munch on it. Her parents would be home soon, so she spent this special time alone and in silence.

She loved to write stories, of any person, usually reflecting what she wished she was like. Brave and cunning, beautiful and flawless.
Her brothers arrived soon after and they were, of course, very hungry. She fed them what ever miscellaneous items that they had in the fridge, and sent them up to their room.

It wasn’t until late that night that Janie had started to wonder about her parents. They were usually home by five, but it was well past that time. When she tried to call them, they didn’t answer. Just a irritating buzzing sound.
It worried her, but she didn’t want to scare the boys, and sent them to sleep, assuring that their parents would be home later.
They never came back.

I'll add more later. 

Last edited by ProgrammingFreak (2012-04-09 17:44:00)