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  1. 1. 2010 Writing ContestWinning EntriesNovember 1-30, 2009Wells Branch Community Library 15001 Wells Port Drive, Austin, TX, 78728512-989-3188, www.wblibrary.org I Remember by Ashley S. Burell Winning Adult Poem I remember a day when they played in my lawns,With their toy cars and their little wooden blocks. I remember their laughter and singing and skipping,Little girls twirling in circles and giggling.I remember lavish parties with fancy dresses,Lovely ladies dancing under my chandeliers.I remember the smell of the men with their cigars, Clinking glasses and hearty chuckles.I miss them.I wait for them.But they only rush past now. I hear the clack, clack, clack on the tracks,And the blast of the horn. And then they are gone again. And I remember.8
  2. 2. Dancing In Time by Anelia Gomez-CordovaWinning Teen Entry (Short Story)The sound of tires against the pavement, a car stopping too abruptly, and suddenly my face was smashed against a box. Then I heard the frantic voice of my mother: Stacy? Mike? Mike!? Explain what just happened now! I thought you were being careful and yet, look what happened! Immediately my dad answered with the same tone my mom used. I was being extremely careful! But oh no, Mrs. Ember has to be right! Throwing his hands up, he got out of the car to escape my moms shouting. I looked up to see what the big fuss was about just to find my mother shouting at the mirror and my dad; well he was pretty much just walking in circles around the car. But in front of me, there it was -- the house of my dreams. I dont mean that Ive always wanted a house this; I mean I literally had dreamed about this house by this railroad. At first, I was unable to move or talk, I couldnt even think straight; my dream, that house, it was real! The same feelings of insecurity, loneliness and sadness, had been present in my nightmare. The house hypnotized me; I was still aware of my parents discussion, but I was unable to really comprehend what they were saying. All I knew was that the house was calling me, softly whispering my name: Stacy? Stacy? Stacy! my moms voice suddenly broke the spell, so I turned around and faced her, knowing that she had ruined a magic moment. The rest of the afternoon went by slowly; when we asked my dad to explain to us what had happened, he just say he saw something or maybe he didnt, which left us quite confused. But I knew that wasnt it, because he looked really tense, and he would start walking up and down from room to room, talking to himself nervously. Umm dad? I asked, unsure if he would be able to hear me in the middle of all his mumbling. Yes! his eyes suddenly looked in my direction and for a second they frightened me. Yes Stacy? What do you need? This brought me back. Oh just wanting to know why there is no train. His face turned white as I finished my question, Train? What train? I rolled my eyes and answered slowly, Well, there is a railroad outside after all We stayed quiet for a moment while the color on his face went back to normal. Oh, well, there was a train, but that was a long time ago. It used to transport merchandise from one town to another, but the company that owned the train had some troubles and had to close it down. After saying this, he left and I was alone. After a while of thinking, I drifted off to sleep. The sun was already up when I woke up, so I went downstairs and followed the delicious smell of bacon and pancakes. Mom? Dad? Someone? I was surprised by the fact that nobody answered me. I searched everywhere: in the study, the halls, the guest bedroom -- I even discovered a library that I didnt know we had! But there was no sign of them. When I went to the yard a strong wind started blowing, but there was something also about that wind that made me feel all cold inside. I reached the front steps of the house and screamed. There, standing, were my parents -- or what was left of them. Blowing along with the wind were ashes; my parents were nothing but mere figures made of ashes that were disappearing little by little. Then I saw it, a red envelope. Carefully I took it and opened it, inside there was an invitation for a ball, a ball held in my house that claimed to be celebrated at least eighty years ago! It 8
  3. 3. also said that they expected me to wear the same dress I had worn last time. I was confused since I hadn t attended a ball ever in my life. I hadnt even gone to a prom, much less a ball supposedly held by a count whatever his name was. I sighed and resigned myself. I knew I would be going anyway because I had to discover what had happened to my parents. And so I went to my room, where to my surprise I found a red dress on my bed. I spent the rest of the day dressing up, I decided that there wasnt much to do with my hair so I just made my curls look as presentable as I could. I was ready too early so I laid down on my bed and waited. I heard the clock ticking monotonously, and my eyes drifted closed. I started dreaming. I dont know how much time passed since I fell asleep, but it was already dark outside when I woke up. There was a certain smell in the air -- was it champagne? And something else, not a smell, but a feeling that told me something was about to happen; it was anticipation, but at the same time uneasiness because I didnt knew what I was supposed to do. I could hear the music coming from downstairs, the sweet melody, in perfect harmony, every note filled with emotion. Slowly, I walked to the door and opened it, conscious of the thundering sound my heart made. In front of me the hall seem so big and frightening; I knew that once I started my way through it, there would be no going back. I walked across the hall, but just as I was about to open the door, a painting on the wall caught my attention. It was a young girl, really pretty, with hazel eyes and dark curls. It was me! No, it was my great grandmother, but as a teenager. I understood then, the invitation and dress werent for me but for her. I could feel my legs shaking, but I knew this was something I had to do, so I opened the wooden doors in front of me. Just then a strong wind entered the room. And a pale teenage boy appeared; he had silver hair and green deep eyes. I tried to walk towards him but suddenly I found myself inside a train. I ran towards the nearest window and looked outside. My house was now getting smaller as the train moved, and the young boy too. When I turned around I almost screamed, the train was now a big living room and in the middle of it were my parents dancing. My mom had a silver dress and my dad wore a tux. Then the boy came and started dancing with me, what I didnt realized was that we were really dancing in time, going back to the accident we had. I could see then that we had all died, and yet here I was. Suddenly the boy disappeared and darkness surrounded me. I heard my mothers voice yelling, Careful mike! The train! The car stopped and once again my head hit the box I held in my hands. But when I looked up we were in front of a house, our new house which I could say was real this time. 8
  4. 4. The Silent Secret by Suzanne Link Winning Adult ChapterWhen Walter hit the ground, the intensity of the landing was far greater than he had calculated. Upon impact, his knees buckled and his legs instantly crumpled beneath him. Momentum rolled him several yards before he came to an agonizing stop, belly-down in the dirt, arms and legs haphazardly splayed. A dust cloud hung over him momentarily before settling around his motionless body. The impact drove the air from his lungs and almost siphoned his life-force along with it. He found himself unable to move; for a moment, he thought he was dead. One boxcar after another roared by, indifferent to Walters plight. Hot sand and pebbles pelted his unshaven check. His ginger hair flapped in the breeze. Finally, the train began shrinking into the distance until it disappeared completely into the horizon of the yellowing blue sky. After what seemed like an ocean of time, Walters eyes fluttered. Eventually, with every movement an excruciating challenge, he struggled to his feet. The house stood just across the rail tracks. It was exactly as he imagined it: A blue Second Empire Victorian home crowned with a mansard-roof. The exterior color so closely matched the sky, it was as if the house was trying to camouflage itself; a modest wallflower shying away into the void of the firmament. An eerie, inescapable silence filled the landscape. No birds trilling. No cattle lowing. No trees or crops rustling in the wind. Just a silent house amidst abandoned fields that stretched and yawned in all directions as far as the eye could see. The house was an abandoned corpse; an antiquated victim of the unstoppable progress of the modern age. After reaching the porch, Walter observed his reflection in the window. Although shadow shrouded the entryway, he could still make out his image. His face shone with perspiration and a red blotch tattooed his cheek where it had slapped against the ground. Long loops of sweat stretched down under the underarms of his rumpled and soiled shirt. Walter leaned in closer and peered through the window. As expected, the house appeared unoccupied. Nonetheless he gave a one-two-three rap on the door. He held his breath, straining to hear, but no noise issued from the dwelling. He knocked again, this time with more authority. He waited. Nothing. Cautiously, he opened the door. The rusty hinges moaned in protest. Walter cringed as a protracted cr-e-e-e-eak cut through the solemn silence. Walter stuck his head through the opening. Hello? he called. Excitement and fear bubbling within him caused his voice to quaver. He swallowed hard hoping to steady the trepidation that rose thickly in his throat. 8
  5. 5. Helloooo? This time his voice possessed confidence. Or at least volume. It briefly rebounded off the bare walls and rugless hardwood floors before evaporating i