Nonfiction

  • Nonfiction

    By fanslowp

    Tomorrow

    Tomorrow I hope that
    there is equity among people of all beliefs, 
    that our environment isn’t being destroyed by our ever-increasing emissions, 
    and that gun violence is a thing of the past.

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  • Nonfiction

    By Rovva

    Playing the part

    At night, I’m terrified of falling asleep
    because I don’t know what horrors are inside.
    I may be young, but I can understand them.
    I dress in dark colors and wear chains and chokers.

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  • Nonfiction

    By lilnoreault

    Home is here in the Green State

    Yep I live in Vermont. With my mom who can't cook so well as she can make people laugh. Then there's my dad who loves all sports and inspires me to want to be as passionate as him. We live in a gray house on a small hill in a small neighborhood.

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  • Nonfiction

    By Andrew Knight

    The Skull

    As we walked through the great doors, wonders beyond description emerged before us. Enormous bears loomed overhead - a wall of matted hair, hooked claws and teeth rearing up to emphasize the vast space of the great Victorian hall.

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  • Nonfiction

    By Fiona Ella

    some very cold ghosts

    and the second-most technically difficult scene in the entire movie is finished! at four p.m. a bunch of us met at maggie's house to get in costume, shadow our undereyes, and splatter fake blood where it was necessary.

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  • Nonfiction

    By aparker

    what the paintings would say.

    I think that the portrait of the young woman is about to say. “Hi how are you. “ you would say good.”How are you. She would say “good.” ”What’s your name. “ You would say your name.”    Then she would ask to be friends.

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  • Nonfiction

    By joebob223

    my wishes

    WISHES

    My wish for January 18 2020 is to try to make the world a better place.
    My wish for May 10 2034 is to be a chemist. 
    My wish for May 10 2059 is to work for United Nations.

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  • Nonfiction

    By Inkpaw

    Froggy Boots.

    It was my third or fourth birthday, if I recall correctly. I had been given a pair of small, green, frog faced rubber boots. I loved those boots from the second I saw them, I pulled them on and ran outside, to splash in the puddles.

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  • Nonfiction

    By rubinl

    The Silent Song

        The moon glowed brightly, casting a silvery hue on the whole clearing. The tall grasses swayed peacefully to a melody only they could hear and the water lapped against the shore in a gentle rhythm.

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