We prepare on edge of the wooden pier, glancing out into the large expanse of the lake that we usually fish at. It’s calming, I guess. The snowy mountains are about a mile and a half from us—the perfect distance for a good view. I puff out a cloud of heated air and rub my hands against my coat.

It’s cold, I think to myself.

“You have the rods?” The other man said. He was growing gray hair and ha...

“Class.” The male instructor asked in a kind yet demanding tone. “_Can anyone hear me?_” He sighed.

He was the new teacher in a not-so well-respected high school so this type of behavior wasn't out of the ordinary. He knew he had to make a good first impression on these children.

Over the expanse of the entire classroom, the young students were relentless. Many conversations were taking place at...

Both parties are in a wooden, hole-in-the-wall gemstone shop in a busy town. The boy urges to take the arrangement into a private room. The room is full of treasure with three tiny windows near the ceiling.

David slides the bag across the wooden table, the thing making a rattling noise, the old appraiser stands across from the boy. The man peers inside. “Where in the great World did you come acro...

Two full months ago, my mum and I drove into the new neighborhood. We made enough memories until it felt somewhat like our new home. Everyday I always saw the haunted house hiding at the dead-end whenever I walked to school.

It’s a overgrown, abandoned, wooden house with planks that seemed to be falling apart and windows that are boarded with old rusty nails. Something tells me to sneak in but I...