Twitter Fiction by Juunah Kang

Longing to go back in time. Fix that one mistake that brought me misery. Help! I wish to scream, but to who? Trapped, lonely and confused.

TwitterFiction by Daniel Jungwirth

The store's door was never opened by anyone except Mr. Walter, and yet, each day, he sat there waiting for a customer, as happy as could be.

Twitter Fiction by Mariam Kravchenko

If you attempt to rob a bank, you won't have any trouble paying any food or rent bills for the rest of your life whether you succeed or not!

Twitter Fiction by Arthur Wei

 I cried by the grave as I felt the life drain out of the corpse. I watched the sun fall with my red puffy eyes. I thought of my dad, dead. Now my mom died today. No family.

TwitterFic by Jacob Worwa

She went to her parent’s bed, scared of a nightmare.

“Tell me,” Dad said.

“No.”

“Why?”

“”Cause in my dream, the bed woke up.”

The sheets stirred.

A twitterfic haiku by Ahan Devgun

A queenly monarch

flies through the air like a cloud

her orange wings float

Wings by Ahan Devgun

Wings always flutter

So fragile yet so strong

Fluttering across many miles

Through the pouring rain

Through the harsh desert

Through the wild jungle

Through the flat prairies

Yet rest one second

Until fluttering once again

The Glass house part 3 by Ahan Devgun

“Why?” I said to Iris, on a dark cold night.

“What did I do?” Iris tilted her head.

“You know what you did,” I retorted.

“I do a lot of horrible things, you have to be specific.”

“You broke our glass house.” I looked in anger upon Iris.

“Oh, right that.” Iris looked nervous now.

I had so many questions for her

“Who were you talking to, why did you break my house, were you possessed or something like that?”

Iris turned around and didn’t answer any of my questions. She started jogging back to her house. So, I followed her because we were both coming back to the same place, but instead of going back to her house she went to the abandoned park in the abandoned neighborhood, then she started talking to a shadowy figure, the same one that was in the flash drive.

“When do we go to the ruins of the broken glass house?” The figure said.

“Don’t worry, we will make a portal out of the glass, so you can return home.” Iris looked over her shoulder, as if she thought someone was arriving.

Suddenly the wind became harsher and the air started to swirl around me. Suddenly, the pale girl in the recording appeared next to me.

She looked at me and said, “hello Christopher.” Then everything went black.

Twitter Fiction by Sabreen Khanikar

Looking back, running, a fierce, powerful feeling swarms in herself. Regret builds up inside, painful to see an old self. Don’t look back…

Twitter Fiction by Daniel Jungwirth

Sweat slid down Ava’s temple. In an hour her eyes would go pure white. In an hour the Demons would come. In an hour Bella would take control.

Twitter Fiction by Sophia Reed

She watched the sun set on a hill, thinking about what she lost. She didn’t know she had it until it was gone. Her best friend.

Twitter Fiction by Collin Marshall

At night, darkness wraps me in its embrace, holding me down, locking me in place for when the monsters creep out, standing there, approaching me, watching me.

Twitter Fiction by Juunah Kang

Not happy anymore, we never were. It would of been better if we never met. For he’s gone, and I’m alive and will never see the light of day.

Another TwitterFic by Jacob Worwa

He sat at his desk. The paper was due tomorrow. Not if I can help it! He thought, and smiled a wicked smile.

Twitter Fiction by Katie Sitrin

He watched, frozen, as she entered the car. "You okay?" His friend asked. "No. She's been dead for five years," he murmured, still shaken.

The Glass House part 2 by Ahun Devgun

I was racing through the street underneath the nightfall, trying to figure out who broke my glass house. My parents were devastated, we currently had to live with Iris in a regular, old, boring house. After a few days the Glass House Detective Agency gave me a flash drive. One detective said, “The agency wanted me to give you this before the rest of your family.”

Instantly, I raced to my room grabbed my laptop,plugged in the flashdrive and started watching the video on the flashdrive.

First, our house was empty, then I saw a girl with light brown skin and dark brown hair talking to a shadowy figure, and a young girl with pale skin and white hair. I couldn’t make out what the trio were saying to each other. Then the girl with light brown skin and dark brown hair threw a rock at our glass house. Suddenly she turned she turned around and I saw Iris.

Poetry by Shireen Dalton

I once knew a boy named

Poetry.

Oddly enough, he didn’t like

Poetry.

But he acted like

Poetry

And he spoke like

Poetry

So I can see why his name is

Poetry.

Summer by Ram Arora

Now that summer has come.

We always want to hum.

We always come outside for the day.

Or come inside to play.

We have so much to do.

And we always hear birds coo.

Now it is getting dark.

As we all gather bark.

So we say our goodbyes.

And “see you next time”.

And as we go to bed

I always bump my head.

The Mold Blob by Sophia Reed

There is something green

And it's getting bigger

It's swallowing my sandwich

I think it has an itch

The blob is becoming mean

It's been here a week now

It keeps on growing

And oh my gosh! It's going bowling!

The thing is getting buff and lean

It's turning blacker

Man, it's a serious snacker!

It finally swallowed my sandwich

All I wanted was that sandwich

He is Robin Gold by Collin Marshall

There was once a pirate ship,

Heading southeast,

Carrying jewels and gold,

Quite the majestic beast.

Her captain be known as the skipper,

But his real name was,

Robin gold,

And that he does.

(Or so i’m told)

One day he had so much,

That he became the King of Spain,

But soon he died,

Much in vain.