Fiction/fantasy young writer and artist

Ms Leers’ Tale

“It was a rainy day in the middle of spring,” Ms Leers began, “and Beatrice and I were restless. We were sitting on our porch, and we decide to take our bikes down to the old gutter by the hill.

“We left without telling our parents, and took our bikes down to the bottom of the hill. When we got to the gutter, I dared Beatrice to jump over it. She refused. So I urged her, and finally she did it. She made the jump safe and sound, and I, encouraged by her success, followed. I landed on my feet, but my boots slipped on the rainy sidewalk, and I fell.

“Beatrice dove after me, and my weight pulled us in. The water tugged at my feet, and we swirled around for a minute. Then I blacked out.

“When I came to, I found myself underwater wearing nothing but a blue slip. I swam upward and surfaced next to Beatrice. We were in a small pond, in the shade of a huge castle.”

Ms Leers paused, and Meg, wiggling with impatience, said, “And?”

“We crawled out of the pond and found ourselves perfectly dry. And then, from the castle gateway, we heard a voice: ‘Beatrice!’ it said, ‘Josephine!’ We have awaited you. And they took us in.

“We learned of their story over dinner, that their greatest talismans had been stolen, a sword, a rose, a vial of potion, and a bag of stones. They gave us a quest to retrieve them. But our quest went sour almost immediately.

“The first day was easy, we walked a couple miles, then slept under the stars. But during the night, we were kidnapped by raiders. They took us to a large fortress, and threw us in a dungeon. They took Beatrice away from me.

“But then, in the corner of my cell, I saw a puddle, and it grew, and through it I saw my town, here. I abandoned her, Meg.”

Meg gasped, “What?”

“I left her there, and I came back here. There was a funeral, but I did not attend. I lived the rest of my life alone.”

Authors note:

Ok, so this one’s a little short, but I intend to make some edits to the story of Ms Leers and Beatrice. And I’m sorry I haven’t posted for a bit (read: a long time) but I’ve been busy. I’m a seventh grader. Give me a break. Feedback is appreciated!


Ms Leers

At 2:35, class was dismissed. As she gathered her things, Meg looked out at the dreary day outside. The weather seemed to feel just as she felt. While the other kids left the class, Meg walked up to Ms Lars’ desk.

“Yes Ms Lars?”

Ms Lars straightened.“Meghan, you need to learn how to pay attention. You’re an intelligent girl, but your grades are dropping rapidly.”

“I know Ms Lars. I try to pay attention, but I can’t. It gets worse every day. I don’t know what’s happening. It’s just hard.”

Ms Lars frowned. “I know it is, but we need to figure something out. I’ll talk to your parents about this, and see if we can reach an agreement. I’m tired of calling you out in class, and I know you are too.”


Ms Lars shook her head. “No buts. You may go now.”

Meg walked out, despondent. Leslie was waiting outside the door.

“So, how’d it go?” Leslie questioned.


“Meg, I’m telling you this as a friend, but you do need to learn to pay attention.”

“I know! But I just can’t, and I don’t know why,” Meg huffed.

Leslie sped up her walking. “Let’s forget about about this for now, Meg. C’mon, I see Jamie and Rose!”

Jamie and Rose were Leslie and Meg’s “second half”. The four girls did everything together. Well, almost everything, Meg thought sadly. Meg was the only one who visited Ms Leers. And Meg was the odd one out, in a way. She was different from them. The girls had everything in common, but Meg was a, well, wild card.

Meg sighed. She was sick of getting in trouble, and seeing her friends disappointed in her.  She didn’t want to be around people today. Except for Ms Leers.

“I’ve got to go.” She turned and ran down the hall, tears streaming down her face, and she saw the concerned faces of her friends, about to say something- but she hopped on her bike and sped away to the other side of town.

Meg screeched to a halt outside of a small, run down cottage. She dropped her bike next to the porch and went to knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Meg pushed the door open and left her jacket on a hook. Ms Leers was sitting on her couch.

“Meg,” Ms Leers smiled. She was a small, slight woman, with gray hair. She looked frail, but her eyes were alive and sparkling.

“Today I will tell you the whole story, for I sense that your time is near.”

Meg frowned, puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, that someday, you will go through the gutter, someday soon, and I want to prepare you for what will occur.”

Meg nodded, grinning so wide she thought her face would burst. Going through the gutter was something she wanted to do dearly, and the idea that she would be able to thrilled her.

“Tell me.”

And so it began.

Meeting Meghan



“Meg! Psst!”

“What is–”

Meg tuned out the voices and stared at the desk, not really seeing it. She was fantasizing about the stories Ms Leers told, the old lady at the edge of town. The ones about the rain gutter at that old house, the whirlpool one. The stories about other worlds, princesses and adventures, and Magic. Battles, wizards, knights in shining armor, fairies! Meg sighed. She felt in her heart it was true. But no one believed her, so she visited Ms Leers every day, in order to glean more information. Meg wished that she could get to the other world. Escape life here. Sure, she had friends. But she could take them with her. No one would miss her. She was just the problem child, the kid who was different, the kid who couldn’t do arithmetic. Or about anything else, it seemed like. With an over-active imagination, no attention span-


Meg snapped out of her trance. “Woah, what?”

Ms Lars, her teacher, was glaring at her. Ms Lars was nice, if only… Meg started to drift off…

“What!” She snapped back.

Ms Lars looked exasperated. “Meghan, please try to pay attention. I know it’s difficult for you, but I’ve seen you do it before.”

Ms Lars turned away and Meg groaned and stared at her paper. She began to doodle in the margins- fairies, knights, magic, adventure…



Ms Lars sighed. “See me after class, please.” Across the aisle, Meg’s friend Leslie shook her head. Meg blew a strand of bright blond her out of her face, ducked her head, and went back to work.


Feedback is appreciated!!

Intro to Book 1

In our rapidly changing world, there are few areas left that can still mesh with ‘other’ places, like our whole Earth was able to do long ago. These areas are small towns, none with a population over 110 and all barely heard of. Even in these places, few people are actually able to travel, and an even smaller amount actually know how. Each town is strangely connected to a different world, with one place in the town where the travel is possible. In each town, about every 10 generations, children are born with the ability to cross, and a greater likelihood to find their way. In Kairna, Maine, where technology is little and news is slow to reach, where the children travel about on bicycles and go to a small school, a town with a populations of 102, there is a street gutter. This gutter is large, too large, and strange. Every night after a rainstorm, it fills with water that swirls into whirling whirlpools. The gutter had been there a long time, but the eldest person in town told people that it had appeared when she was small. Out of the blue. Children would disappear in it and never be seen again. Few believed her. But one child did…


This is the intro to the book I will be creating and posting on here. I really would appreciate some helpful feedback so I can share this with the world.

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