What a captivating story, capturing both the wild terror of the “great freeze” and the warmth and hope that can come with just one bouquet
My mother’s Aunt Rosemary had six children and they were all blessed with the most beautiful strawberry red hair. We slept at their house one
It was the first beautiful day I had seen in weeks. The sky was a striking blue. Birds chirped in the freshly bloomed cherry trees.
If you had to go to boarding school, Griffin House was the best kind. It was in a redbrick Victorian house, but the teaching methods
She stands tall, her stormy eyes surveying the sea of flowers below her. The wind is blowing her curls over her shoulders, it is snatching
Light travels faster than sound. A second before the explosion, her face reflected the dull lavender glow of the fireworks which set the sky alight.
They told me I was a Gardenia. My mother was sure of it, she said no other flower could capture me so exactly. My father
One of the wonderful things about our first Nutshell Narratives contest is the number of young writers who entered! We received impressive stories from Middle