Novels by The Pen club

Everywhere Thaddeus looked was thick, black and acrid smoke, he saw the labyrinth-like ruins of the once-glorious streets in the black smog. Walking as fast as his legs could carry him through the unbearable heat that made his shirts almost instantly drenched in sweat, the fear of his last encounter at the alley still lingered in his head. The farther he walked, the more fearful he became of finding himself surrounded by the bigger boys. He turned right down the alley and came to a fork. After a quick prayer, he took his left. He blamed his terrible decision to follow this alley which was the shortest route home, yet the most dangerous and unpredictable on the evil boys. They were evil, no argument. He glanced to his side where he thought he'd heard a thump. He could see two figures racing towards him through the smoke. He heard something whiz by his head, punches flew by. Both figures fell in succession, the scene before him was an absolute mayhem. The guys had a lot to

The day was slightly chilly. Tonya leaned backward on the couch, hugging her shawl tight. Thaddeus sat in front of her, hands hidden behind him. He had that idiot grin smeared across his face that made Tonya knew he was up to no good. She was all too familiar with that look on his face. His shirt - clean about an hour ago - was stained with dirt like he had just crept out of a mud puddle. "Good heavens!" Tonya howled, "what in the hell happened to you?" "Look what I found" Thaddeus said, producing what seemed to be a birdie nest before he had laid his hands on it."I found it outside the porch on the guardrail. See! I'll hatch the eggs and I'm going to raise them." "Geez! Just look at you. You look so dirty and how do you plan on hatching those tiny eggs or are you a bird now?" Thaddeus cast his eyes to the ground. He had gone through the rigor of climbing the railing and in his excitement at the th

Thaddeus bobbed down the street, jabbing the air with quick powerful shots like a professional prizefighter inside a ring, somewhere in London, battling for a medal. Shifting his weight onto the balls of his tiny feet, he swaggered his way down the alleyway like a tiny miniature rendition of Mohammed Ali. He had on a white tee shirt with a portrait of Ali in one of his best fighting stance sprawled across it. His favorite converse was worn out with ages, it looked like an antique on his feet. He always visualized himself on the screen someday with the world shouting in unison his name as he knocks out every opposition to his world heavyweight champion. Uncaring about his almost worn clothing, which already scented like a part of him that was shed off, he came to a quick stop along one of the corners of the street. He had taken a wrong turn while beating up his fictitious opponent; he spotted two of the older boys who ganged around the alleyway bearing t

Every saturday morning, the sun gleamed with pride. Thaddeus sat astride the window watching as tiny rain drops trickled down the window pane, descending in the house through the tiny crack in the roof. It should have been fixed by their dad a some sunny months ago... His thoughts flew out of proportion with the hard thuds he thought he'd heard on the weak door of his small house. Almost instantly there came a rapid second thud on the door. It was also as the first, if not harder. Whoever was knocking should be grateful Sarah was not home, it would... "Who is at the door ?" Thaddeus heard Tonya's sleepy voice. The papers rustled under Tonya's lazy footsteps as she dragged herself from what seemed to be a closet converted to her room. "Didn't you hear the loud bangs on the door?" She said to Thaddeus who looked hypnotized by the falling drops of rain on the window. Thaddeus sprang to his feet, speeding to the door to find Emily. "Err... Hi?" It was awk

Thaddeus Carter, seven years old, stood knee-deep in the cold shallows of the river weaving his way closer to a flight of half-starved black swans. The river raced with such brute force he had to brace himself with every step he took to remain upright. Though he tried to remain calm as much as he could to avoid alerting the swans, he soon fell into the puddle for the tenth time. The resulting splash was just like it had been. He had stood upright and had continued his quest, as focused as before. "Hey!" Thaddeus jerked from the familiar sound. "Dont make me pull you out of that water again." His elder sister, Tonya, was sitting close-by under one of the few shades by the river with her friend Emily Anne Lucas. They sat with their backs to the river, snuggled together and giggled like a couple of high school lovers. Thaddeus rushed as fast as his scrawny little legs could carry him, to stay in the waters was to incur the wrath of Tonya. He kn