Chicken Scratch

The Teenage Writing Site

It happened very suddenly like few things ever do. Richard was loath to call it instantaneous because he of course knew that to be impossibility. Things don’t just happen with no time elapsing. His skepticism did nothing to change the facts. One moment there had been empty space, the next a planet.

Upon the discovery scientists everywhere became immediately befuddled. As Richard sat down to discuss the matter with his peers in physics it began as all such discussions ...

The old lady. Sam remembers her because he almost hit her when he was driving to school this morning. She had stepped out into the middle of the street and he had had to slam on the breaks. She hadn’t even flinched! She just stood there in her black shawl, cawing angrily at him and muttering curses under her breath. Stupid old witch. Now he’ll be late for first hour.

He quickly finds a parking spot and rushes to class. He just barely makes it before the bell. Roll...

She forgets what their faces look like after 35 days. The one photo she had of them had been long gone by them, destroyed by fire and time and hate, so now she's just left with fleeting memories that are already faded at the edges. She remembers blonde hair and kind smiles and the deepest blue there ever was, but nothing else comes back together. It's a puzzle missing the most important pieces, and they're long gone.

Clara ran. She started, and didn’t stop until her chest was screaming for air and her legs couldn’t support her anymore. Her normally pale skin was flushed from exertion, and her long brown hair was tangled from the wind. She slumped against a tree, catching her breath. Wait…. A tree? She had run into the forest without noticing!

Clara looked down, and was surprised to see several cuts and scratches from branches that she’d brushed past along the len...

Here's a piece I wrote last summer.  I'm still editing, and appreciate feedback! 

I don’t know where she came from. She just appeared one day, when I was about 7. I was sittin' in my bedroom, staring out the window towards Ol’ Widow Maggie’s manor as Momma braided my hair all pretty, with my favorite pink bow.

Old Widow Maggie’s place stuck out real bad on this side of town. It was all dark on the outside, because all the paint had w...