More Flash Fiction
Six Sentence Stories
Write a story about a supervillian's to-do list: 

A proper villain needs to start his or his day right and that is always with tea. Then they proceed to their daily planning, because you cannot be effectively evil without having a method to your madness. After you plan it’s time for some “me time,” being a criminal is very hard on your mental state and you need to take care of yourself. So spend this time to relax, pick up a hobby, legal or illegal, your choice, it is time for you. After that you have to be very productive and do your best to complete your plans for the day. Lastly, go to bed and cry about your tragic backstory and how you just need proper care and love to become a functioning member of society again. 
By Ben H. 

Write a story that begins with the lines - Death walked into the Library. The librarian was having a bad day. 

Death walked into the library. The librarian was having a bad day. Death, while remaining completely silent, politely extended a pale, bony hand.
“Not today,” the librarian said as she continued to viciously shelve books, “you think you can just come in here and go ahead and take my life without any warning… at least let me find someone to take care of my dogs first!”
But Death, still quiet as could be, reached past the librarian, pulled a book of the shelf, and proceeded to the circulation desk.
By Nate J. 

Write a story that begins with the line "She was a locksmith and her specialty was locking doors that should never be opened." 

 

She was a locksmith, and her specialty was locking doors that should never be opened. It was precisely why I hired her to lock my pesky emotions. She would trap them someplace called “I don’t care”. The procedure would be expensive, and the magic was dangerous. In all honesty, I just want to watch Glee without crying. Is that too much to ask?  
by Evie H. 

Write a story about a purchase that leads to intergalactic war. 

I swear I just wanted to complete my Amazon order. How was I supposed to know that "cheese glue gun" was code for some weird alien ray? At least me "we're not the only ones" followers will get quite a kick ou of my journey throughout space. Sure fighting other living beings over some weapon I didn't even want might put a damper on things. Now that I think about the possible destruction of the planet might be a tad sucky as well. But they did supply me with unlimited cheese, right?" 
by Autumn C. 



 
Creation Myths
Flash Fiction
The teens are working on flash fiction. The prompt was - write a creation myth involving string and feathers. 

The Brain by Benjamin
Tyrone the Trickster was given Earth as a present, where he could do as he wished, just so he would stop bothering his family. Being the trickster that his name implied, he thought that it would be funny to not give the majority of the population brains but rather he would remove them and replace them with other objects. Thus creating featherheads, those who have rocks rolling around in their heads, or the string brained, and the unlucky few who have no brains at all. The real punishment though was the pain that people felt who actually had a brain.

The Moon by Evie

The moon and the sun gathered their children together.
 
“My lovelies, it is time for us to create a place for things to live,” the moon said.
 
“But why?” asked the little children”
 
“So that we might have people to worship us,” replied the Sun.
 
The little children searched all over for items.
 
One found a thimble, for the core of the earth to be made. But when the sun held it, it became too hot.
 
“My love,” said the moon wrapping the thimble in a feather, “this will keep it cool so that the people may actually live”.
 
Another found tear drops. But when the moon held it, it would not leave her fingertips.
 
“Here,” the sun said, wrapping it with string, “now it can stick to the earth.”
 
They set the planet down, and everyone surrounded it so that it would not escape.

“Now the life will form and we may be worshipped.” the moon said.

This World by Autumn 
Feathers and string carefully woven into the trees and thier leaves. What once were cobwebs now creating fluffy clouds. Crayons melted to make rivers flowing ever so vibrantsly. The bulbs of lightning bugs gently folded to make stars. The world was ever so simple as long as you avoided magnifying glasses. 
 


 
Some Haiku Poems on the Scent of Words
by the Teen Writers

Bamboozle: it smells, 
not of bamboo, or shampoo
But of wet doggos. 

by Nate Johnson

We're mediocre, 
not in meaning but in its
sweet complexity. 

by Autumn Clayman

How does a word smell? 
If you sniff, they all smell, 
you just have to sniff. 

by Evie Hull 

Marvelous 
Wafting through your nose
the sweet scent is inviting
like candy on shelves 

by Santana Deckard