A story by Journey Hart. “This is all your fault!” “How is this my fault? If anything, it’s yours.” “Just shut your mouth-“ “Make me.” “SHUT IT!” I clutch my head in hands and pace. It’s the only thing I can do. I’m shaking. Why am I shaking? I should be ready to handle this; I should be in control of the situation. I’m the leader. There should be no hesitation. Why am I shaking? Annabeth stares at me. There’s nothing on her face. She doesn’t even look angry. I yelled at her. Why did I yell at

A story by Journey Hart. There was a little art museum in a small little town, almost directly beside the harshest sea in all of Scotland. Inside this gray little town and inside the colorful little art museum, a single, enormous painting hung on the wall. The villagers called it the “Blessed Art”, as the picture was so beautiful and detailed, watching it closely would transport your mind to a different world, one of great waterfalls and vibrant flowers. It was a rumor among the townspeople tha

A story by Journey Hart “Come on! Faster, Emma! I think I found something!” Auburn’s voice bellowed through the trees, sending birds flying in a frenzy overhead. I watched a feather fall to the grassy floor and sighed. Against my better judgement, I followed her call. A frame of dangling leaves waited for me to push them out of the way. In doing so, I stopped with a start to find Auburn standing before me in a small clearing. Usually she ran ahead for her lack of the ability to stay in one plac

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