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Chapter 2 – Life and Times of Mark Twain     The schoolgrounds of Baxtersville High were lightly frosted with snow. It was a tad hard to tell at the early hour of eight in the morning, but the students could definitely feel it as they departed from the buses and cars to the building. The sun barely rose from behind the building, sparkling the snow that covered it. With such dim light, the snow and some of the icy walkways dazzled, blinding a lot of the tired students' eyes. Just inside the door entrance stood Amelia Autumn, her face pressed up to the glass as she eagerly awaited her friends to arrive. She was always early.     Slowly

Chapter 1 – Weather Trio     Sasha Springer was your usual, unusual teenage girl. At 17, being a junior in her high school, Sasha was into many fun things. “Things” were the easy way to describe them. Sasha, like many others, had tons of interests and hobbies. More often than not she'd never focus solely on one. That was usual for the unusual type of kids that grew up these days. All the kids were into things, many things, and more often than not they could never focus on just one. This was only unusual because most would see the usual as being into one thing such as boys, fashion or whatever have you. But not for Sasha, a

Chapter 1: Trial of the Man with No Mouth The humming of dim lamps echoed throughout the thick black-coated corridor.  It was impossible for the naked eye to see anything without the lamps' aid.  The only thing that broke the eerie humming noise was the loud sliding of the metallic doors near the edges of the corridor.  One such door broke the eerie nature, though only for a brief time.  After the door slammed itself shut, the eerie noise resumed.  From the door, three beings rapidly traversed through the corridor's main hallway.  Two marched, while the third—between the two—was dragged, hands bounded together by an unknown substa

Holly had not been atop the train since last Christmas, preferring to stay away from wind that could blow her away.  Her current stature almost made this impossible though.  She grabbed onto a bar atop the train and held on for dear life.  Jol was curious if she really was going to attempt to fight atop the train, but Holly nodded giving him a confident smirk.  It was quite cold outside as well, and Holly's jacket was still on the train.  It was of no use to her in her current condition though.  In her mind, she thought that if Jol could tolerate the cold then she would as well.  Her feet started to act like magnets for some reason.  Some Gre

Warmth of the Heart Layers of Warmth II About a year ago, one young woman was introduced to a very mysterious world.  She took off work to follow a mysterious man, who let her travel with him on a magical ride.  She learned of greed and hope, little people and a big jolly man, but most importantly she learned of the mystery man.  While he remained soft-spoken, and possibly a puzzle yet to be solved, the woman desired to be with him again.  Now the holidays were in full swing once again, and perhaps it was time for another ride on that magical train she had discovered a year before... December 23rd, only two days until Christmas!  The sto

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Mischief Maker Between Space and Earth If you wore a light shade of blue for eternity you would meet the fancy of infinite suitors, all waiting and watching for the day you took your prized jewel off your neck and stowed it into the depths of endless shadowy sparkles. Days when you don the fluffy white are days when some suitors still appear, for the jewel is merely hiding within the puffy design of your weaving. At least you hope so. Days turned night when dark shadows become your wardrobe, a disastrous bubbly gray, no suitors come, and you cry. Your intent is diabolical at times. You desire love from all.  Not for what je

Full Sky, Empty Duty Upon the black canvas, the dots of sugar paint a ceiling for the world.  Yet little they know of the giant glow that serves the ceiling of our Earth so vividly. Just like at the drive-in theater, one parents went to in an age long dead. They watch an old campy sci-fi flick from the convenience of their own cars.  The screen is blurry and the film itself has deterioration etched within its frames, but the moon still shines upon the ceiling of Earth. Even if the Moon exists as fiction upon the projected screen, the tides of the ocean continue to shift and wash upon our world.  If they should gather so much