TF-Writers

It was an ordinary day. Or at least, for a while. I had just ran out of my moms car, and got into my house. From there, I  went into my room. I had no homework today; it was a weekend. I was free to do whatever I wanted, pretty much. So I went into my room. I sat on the chair in front of my computer, and turned it on. Once it was on, I clicked on the MS Paint icon on my desktop, and started to make a picture. I was making Firost. Then, the sky went dark, as I looked through my window. Thunder clashed, lightning flashed. A thunderstorm had arrived. I insisted to keep using my computer. But that was where I made my mistake. A lightning bolt t

Ivory Scales Hundreds of people were walking by on the streets. Some were last minute buyers, others just lurkers in the night, and others going home for Christmas. Rain was falling down on their heads, but they didn’t seem to mind, overtaken with the joy of the holiday season. Everything seemed right. The perfect Christmas, like all the ones before it. Everything was in tune, and everyone was happy Except for James. James had only one thing on his Christmas list; had only one wish for the holidays. One hope that he had had for every Christmas. But James never got what he wanted. He got what he asked for, but never what he wanted. And

Cottontail (Girl to Rabbit TF) “Can this clock move any slower?” Kaitlyn mumbled as her Science teacher lectured on about Newton’s Law of Motion. “Be patient, in a few more minutes we won’t have to look at him for a whole week.” Her friend Jordan said from the desk behind her. “Yeah but why dose this class have to seem like forever?” Kaitlyn said turning to see her friend doodling on his notebook. “Oh yeah, your one to reprimand someone for not paying attention.” “Yeah Mangis, why don’t you try and ay attention for once.” Tyler said from the desk next to Jordan. “

“And remember everyone to meet here at two o’clock for the bus ride home.” Our science teacher told us as everyone got off the bus. My class was on a field trip to the local science museum, which prided itself for being interactive. There was plenty of things to do from seeing how fast you run compared to a cheetah to using giant dishes to communicate over long distances. Of course, this wasn’t my first time here and so everything that was there I had done before already. Still, it was a day out of school so I didn’t mind. Besides, it was a bit of a fun place to be. There was a bit of a downside to that day though;

The name is Richard Marshall, and I used to be an average fifteen-year-old “nerd.” Your probably wondering what I mean by “used to be”, but before I get to that you might want to know a little bit about me. Like I said, I’m what most people would call a “nerd.” For most of my life I’ve had that label, and to a degree I deserve it. Ever since elementary school I’ve been either the smartest or one of the smartest kids in my class. I answered most of the questions asked, read books at lunch, made almost complete straight A’s (I still curse math class for that), and knew the school librarian on a

For those of you who are about to read this story,let me warn you.This story is based on actual events. If anyone tells you differently,they are lying assholes. So now that you've been warned,we can begin probably the most exiting legend you've ever heard. Hi,my name is Loren Gretzinger,I'm private schooled(but not filthy rich),13,5'5",and up until three months ago i led a basically normal life. Three months ago an event happened that changed my life. I was riding my bike that day,as I normally do,around the neighborhood. It had been a long day. I had three tests, two quizzes, and a flat tire on my bike. I was ridding down the hills at the

Darius stood in the empty subway station, the feint sound of rats and the flickering lights were the only thing keeping him company. He looked at his watch and sighed to himself. He had been waiting there for over an hour and there he still stood. What, were the subways delayed for some reason? It was two in the morning and he wanted to get home. He didn’t what to stand in this smelly dept any longer. But he could have taken a cab. He threw that idea out of his head quickly. He refused to take a cab. That was the last thing he wanted to do. New York is notorious for fake cab driver. You get in and you find yourself at gunpoint, a crazed

        I sat on my couch; feet propped up on the coffee table, and watched as commercial after commercial played in front of me, with no show or anything.  I had a mountain dew in my hand and the remote in the other. I patiently waited for the commercials to end and a waited for the evening news.  I looked over at the clock on the satellite receiver and sighed. It was 7:30 and here I sat, with nothing to do but wait until I could no longer hold my eyes open. I was doomed to sit here on this couch and do nothing that watch as my IQ slowly fell to that of a Childs; to slowly rot away to nothing but wait for a rerun of a show no one really like