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The Sliver Most of this was pulled from my own childhood memories but some are original. =D   "Hey Momma, look at this really neat piece of wood I found!" Hope said proudly holding up a slivery piece of wood.    "Wow, Hopie!" Momma said, "Just don't get a sliver."    "Okay," Hope said. "Ouch!" Hope said dropping the wood. Holding her finger she saw that a small sliver in her finger. "I don't think Momma saw," she thought "I don't want her to get out the tweezers!"    Oh, the tweezers! The worst tool ever, made to only give pain to small children when they get slivers. Well, at least that's what she thought they were for.    "I'll just not tell her. I'm sure the sliver will go away without having to dig it out." So Hope went on with her day forgetting all about the sliver.    The next morning Hope woke up and her finger didn't feel well at all. "Well, maybe if I ge...

Check out my sis's blog for her chapter! The Bolt    Detective Dave Burgman slowly pulled out his revolver and cautiously walked toward the warehouse. Arron Oscar, his partner, walked behind him, pistol in hand. Slowly he opened the door, once he had checked to see if it was safe he waved his hand toward Arron. Arron was soon at his side.    "You'll go to the next floor, I'll search down here," Dave told Arron. Arron nodded and walked toward the stairs. Dave looked around the large room, it was empty except for a few old crates.    A shot rang out from the next floor. "Arron!" Dave yelled, running toward the stairs. He ran up the stairs gun in hand. Carefully he walked into one of the rooms. A man stepped out. "Where is my partner?" Dave demanded.    "Oh, that scrawny kid?" the man mocked, "He's taking a little nap. But with him out of the way let me introduce myself, my name is Rex Alberts."    "What have ...

Check out my sis's blog for her story! Carrot  Once upon a time, there was a beautiful garden with lovely plants. There lived a small family of carrots in a small wooden box. There a young innocent carrot was planted. Soon, his little green hair pushed through the earth and popped out for everyone to see him. His name was Felix.  He was quite happy with his life, he had friends all around him who often talked of their owners, the Crisses. Felix often wondered what they were like and what they did. He didn't see them that often other than tending to the garden and playing volleyball in the yard. He often wondered why he was in this garden. He did love his family and friends, but why did the Crisses have him there?  Months passed and the summer heat poured down. Felix all the other plants grew up and are going to be picked soon.  One day Lydia (one of the Criss girls) came out to the garden. This was normal, every day she would pull out any weeds and g...

Go check out my sis's blog for her scene! Only those who walk will find out. -Choosing Forgiveness by Nacy Leigh DeMoss  "'Only those who walk will find out'. I've got nothing!" Dina cried, "I'm trying but it's just not working!" she pushed her laptop away and flopped on her bed.  "Are you okay?" her older sister Emma said, opening the door.  "No! I'm not." She told Emma. "I have to send in this story tomorrow and I don't even know what to write about!"  "Well, what's it about?" Emma asked trying to cheer her up sitting on the bed.  "Basically I have to write a scene starting with the line 'Only those who walk will find out'. Got any ideas?" She rolled over facing the wall.  "That sound like a great line. It could start so many interesting stories."  "Yeah, and I can't think of any," she mumbled back.  "Well, how about a st...