Ice
Wings
by Alyson, age 10
The
first time I heard about Pegasus, the flying horse, I never realized he
had relatives.After I heard his story, I began to
listencarefully to other stories.That’s when I heard the tale of Ice Wings…
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The
Adventure of a Lifetime
by Madelyn, age 12
As
the lightening flashed and the thunder roared, Anne sat with her arms
wrapped tightly around her tucked up legs.She was
under what she thought was a palm tree, yet she could only tell when
the
lightening lit up the sky and she caught a glimpse of the leaves
hovering above her head.She heard the waves as
they crashed into the rocks that had torn her family's ship apart like
it was just a thin piece of paper...
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Lost
on the Beach
by
Christopher, age 12
Staring
out over the ocean, a little girl sat on the beach with a troubled look
on her face.Drawing circles in the sand, she
halted her task and twisted her body to look at a seagull picking at a
crab.Staring to her right down the long white
beach, slowly she got up and stamped on down the shoreline.Every
once in a while she stopped to pick up a shell and kept trudging toward
an unknown destination.She paused to glance at
the sun which was quickly slipping closer to the horizon... Read More |
Saving
the Dolphins
by Anna, age 12
As
the well-known marine biologist, Mary Rouge, hung up the receiver of
her
portable phone, she turned to grin excitedly at her young maid and
friend, Veronica Lake.“That was Ryan Masons.He’s a biologist, a very rich one.He
has called me before, explaining that he’d heard of my discoveries and
wanting to know a few things about my profession.”She
went on, saying he’d offered to let her go on a month-long boat trip to
study dolphins for a low cost, food, lodging, and use of his lab
already
included.Mary also told Veronica he’d mentioned
that she’d have two weeks to think about the opportunity and that Mary
had informed him she’d think about it. “The thing is,” Mary added
meaningfully... Read More |
Haq
By Jessica, age 12
Shutters
clicked and flashbulbs went off as Secretary of State John Burke walked
up to the podium.Silence fell as has he stood in
front of the dais.He hesitated and then began to
speak in a fatigued voice.“I am here to announce
a
personal decision of mine.A month from now, on
May 1st, I will be resigning from the position of Secretary
of State.” Gasps were heard. “Replacing me will be Abia Haq my chief
assistant. Are there any questions? You there, in the back.” Read More
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Cindy
the Inventor
by Julie, age 16
Cindy
sat back scrutinizing the gleaming surface of the floor, a satisfied
smile on her face.Just then her two sisters came
running in, cheeks red with cold and grinning from ear to ear.Mucky footprints appeared behind her sisters as they
tramped past her to the sink to retrieve a glass of water. Read More |
Island
Adventure
by Kelsey, age 11
Awaking
to the smell of the ocean. It was so strong it felt as if it had
slapped me in the face.I opened my eyes; I
immediately shut them for they stung like mad. Opening my eyes once
more, I rubbed away the sand that had been stinging them. I tried to
stand up to get a better view of where I was. I slipped on some
seaweed,
as I was climbing up and toppled back down to the ground scraping my
chin on a rock.Trying once more I succeeded. The
pearly white sand felt fiery hot under my icy cold feet. Read More
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Billy’s
Tooth
by Kerensa, age 10
Billy rushed upstairs eager to fall asleep so he could
get a dollar bill from the tooth fairy.This was
his first to fall out.He had bit into the apple
and it had fallen right into his palm.He shoved
it
beneath his pillow and happily lay his head down to rest.Quite
soon he was fast asleep.Billy peacefully dreamed
of what he could buy with that dollar bill. Read
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Adventure
in Cloaking Woods
by Sharon, age 10
Shauna
was so excited. She felt like jumping up and down in her seat.
She and her family were going to go camping in Cloaking Woods! "We’re
here!" her father declared.
Stretching, Shauna climbed out of the minivan and
gazed around. "Wow, this is much more beautiful then the city" she
thought to herself.
"Let’s go
swimming!", her little brother Kyle yelled.
"Wait sweetheart!
We have to set up camp!", Shauna’s mother replied.
Unloading the back
of the van, Shauna didn’t notice the little box that fell from a
duffelbag. Read More
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The
Legend of the Butterfly Tree
by Sarah, age 12
As
Amy strolled around the forest, she could hear the crisp Fall leaves
crunch beneath her feet. The sweet scent of the Autumn air filled
the atmosphere. Looking at a tree, deep within the forest, she
was
reminded of a story her grandfather had told her. It was of a
tree that stood alone at the far end of the forest. It had
a
variety of different colored leaves depending on how the rays of the
sun would hit them. Every year, if you were lucky, you could see
orange and white shaded Monarch butterflies escape from the comfort of
the tree’s leaves and branches. But like her grandfather said,
only if you were lucky could you witness this marvelous occasion. Read More |
Stranded
by Alex, age 12
I
cautiously climbed the steps. Strange shadows flickered and
danced
on the old walls as my flashlight bobbed in my hand. I could see
the landing up ahead. Suddenly, I slipped in an old pool of
stagnant water and began to slide backwards down the steps. I
grabbed for the old railing, just as my flashlight fell from my
hand. Groping wildly for it, I lost my balance and clung to the
dusty railing with both hands. The flashlight bounced down the
steps and darkness engulfed me. I heard the plastic cover rolling
on the dirt below and the batteries clacking on the rotten floor
boards. All at once, the rotten railing snapped and I found
myself plunging downward! Read More
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Trip of a Lifetime
by Josh, age 13
As
Jeff packed his belongings into a blue suitcase, he wondered how long
it
would take them to get to Africa. This was the first time he had
ever been there. Jeff had been surprised to find a club that
traveled to see the different countries of the world! When he heard of
it he wanted to join immediately. He knew that his sister would
want to join as soon as he did, and that’s exactly what
happened. Read More |
The Science Project
Secret
By Camille, age 12
Christy
loved science. With a dad who was a scientist, how could she help
it? Her classmates, friends, and teachers all knew her science
projects were great. The science fair was coming up so Christy
and
her friends, Mike and Emily, dropped by her dad’s lab after school to
get started. Pulling on protective gloves and goggles, Mike acted
like Ms. Peterson, their science teacher.
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The Asteroid Space
Race
By Jackson, age 11
It
was the final day until summer and Blaine Archon was jumping with
happiness. He was going to the best summer camp on his
colony. However, when he arrived home his mom had some bad
news.
"The
stocks have dropped badly" explained his mother as she walked to
cupboard to get some snacks. "You're going to have to work all
summer.
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My Amazing Camping
Trip
By Cayla, age 10
I was
going to go on an adventure with all of my friends and their
pops!
The whole weekend was planned out. We were going to bring only the
needed supplies and our food would come from the surrounding
area. We had done a great deal of study about what foods are
found
in this area. While researching the area, we discovered that
there is a possibility of wolves and bears. This meant that we
would need to learn about protecting ourselves from the animals.
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Black Hole
By Daniel, age 12
Captain
Jake, the brave space explorer was cruising at warp speed through the
zipper galaxy. Jake was a tall man, over six feet, with brown
hair. Although he came from earth he had been to more than four
hundred planets, more than any other human before. His loyal crew
of fifty-two was resting from the battle with the norks.
The norks were a hostile group of creatures that stood about nine feet
high, from the planet gijee. With their rough jagged mud brown
skin, these were aliens that you would not want to meet in a dark alley.
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Middle School Terror
By Ian, age 11
Jack
was just your average 14-year-old sophomore. He had everything going
his
way. Life was good to him. The hottest computer, the coolest games, and
the most awesome game console in town were his proud possessions. But
one day his life changed forever. It happened on a beautiful
spring day. As captain of the rugby team he had a rugby tournament on
the last day before summer began. He woke early to go to school,
excited because he knew he would get out early and go to play with his
friends in the park. Then, at about five, he would get ready for his
rugby game, which started at six o’ clock. It was going to be a great
day, or so he thought. Read More |
The Fifty-Dollar Homerun
By Jay, age 13
“Crack!
The ball is hit to the short stop! The throw to first is in time,
but knocks down the first baseman. He isn’t getting up!”
That’s
how our star first baseman found himself watching the next twenty
games. My name is Mark and I play third base for the Atlanta
Braves in the triple A (AAA) division of Little League. It all
started at the beginning of the 2002 baseball season.
“STRIKE!”
yelled the home plate umpire.
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The Mystery
Appaloosas
By Laila, age 10
“Let’s
go outside,” yelled nine year old athletic Lans, as he kicked a ball in
the air. “All right, but let’s go to that field we found yesterday
afternoon.” bookworm Lily replied eagerly, putting down the book she
was
reading, a horse mystery.
As they walked over to the field, chattering about their favorite
hoses, which were Appaloosas, Lans stopped to tie his shoes and was
about to observe some insects that were in the grass, when Lily
suddenly
raced ahead and shouted, “Hey Lans, you won’t believe what I
found!” Read More |
The Robbery
By Michelle, age 11
The
dark-haired girl, skipping out the door to go play basketball, nearly
hit her head on the low doorframe, tripped and fell down the sharp,
brick steps. Screaming in pain, Kelly jumped to her feet and
dashed inside her large, gray house. Cleaning her deep, painful
cut, Kelly remembered what her blonde-haired friend Rachel had told her
about there being crooks around where she lived in Columbia, South
Carolina. She also remembered that she had left the front door
open. Just as Kelly finished cleaning her cut, she raced to the closed
and locked door. Read More |
Katie’s Cancer
By Aly, age 12
“Here we are!” my mom called from the
front seat.
Our car stopped in front of a children’s hospital.
Okay,
I told myself, this is it, now we’ll find out why I keep feeling so
sick. I stepped out of the car and glanced around. People were
going in and out of the revolving doors. As we trudged into the
hospital
and settled in the waiting room, I started to sweat and my knees
started shaking. Read More |
An Adventure in
America
By Amanda, age 13
It was a relief when I saw ground under
me after all those hours over the ocean. There was a loud roar of the
engine as we glided to the ground. I had finally arrived in America
after a 12-hour flight! Opening the overhead baggage holder, I yanked
out my ancient, tattered bag. Muk Oji. The letters were faded, but
still
readable. I noticed my bag was unzipped, which was very odd because I
distinctly remember zipping it. I bent down to fix it. As the exit
doors opened, the passengers clamored to be first down the steps to
greet their loved ones. Since I was zipping my bag earlier, I began to
lag behind. The flight attendants rushed me out the door since I was
the only one left in the airplane. Read More |
Aurora's Change
by Caroline A., age 13
“Look, mommy! It’s an angel!” The hushed voice of the tiny child
seemed too loud in the silence. The child pointed in awe at the
slender figure of a young lady dressed in white silk and staring out
over the ocean. The moon, casting its light on the black locks
resting gently against her shoulders and the tiny white arms folded
across the boat’s rail, made the youth appear even more heavenly.
Hearing the child’s remark, Aurora turned and, realizing she was the
“angel”, flashed a gentle smile upon the girl positioned on a velvet
cushion. Realizing the large, blue eyes had settled upon her, the
frail girl gasped in wonder. The sixteen year old “angel” then
turned her gaze back to the gently, rolling waves. Read More |
From Barbados to
Buccaners
By Anna G., age 12
The dim light of the cargo hold was about to
drive Sara crazy. Crouching on the floor, hands and feet bound,
mouth gagged, she just listened. The waves lapped hard against
the
boat; hurried foot steps rang out the coming and goings of the pirates
above. All of a sudden heavy buccaneer boots stormed down the
stairway leading to the door of Sara’s chamber. Swiftly the
thumping grew louder; a sure sign that this man was probably impetuous
and temperamental. A paper thin ray of light shone on the floor
like a path leading to Sara’s small smooth hands.
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Faded Thoughts
by Anya, age 12
Everything is fading, blending into one. Am I asleep? Is my
skateboard really leaning up against my wall, balanced beside my
desk? Feeling as if I’m floating in a bubble, everything blurs
before me and I can see the real world, but I can’t touch anything
outside of my bubble. Like a meteorite falling through the
atmosphere, I fall and fall until I crash into the earth. Feeling
like I had blown up and made a giant crater, my eyes jerk open, and
everything makes sense now. Read More |
Small Town, Big
Dreams
By Caiti, age 11
Lounging
at home in a chair, Emma gazed out her window and thought what it would
be like if she were an Olympic Gymnast. Emma lived in California
and attended a gym called Olympian Gymnastics Academy. Being at
the gym and with her coaches was her favorite place. Most of the
skills she did were level eight, some of them were giants on bars,
back-hand-spring two times in a row on beam, and a double back on
floor. Emma’s thoughts were broken as her mother called from the
kitchen, “Emma, time to get ready for gymnastics!” Read More
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Black Sheep Always
Fly
By
Christopher A., age 12
Ten
Clicks Out of New Georgia; 1942
Searching
out my target, I lifted my hand to cover a ray of sun shining in my
eyes to be able to see the Mitsubishi Type Zero I was chasing.
Boyington
had taught us that trick to block out the sun without the glare
blinding us from seeing our enemies. Catching the zero in my sights, I
pulled the trigger. The rattle from the .55 machine gun vibrated my
hand and forced my arm to shake uncontrollably. Smoke. Shooting another
ten rounds, the Zero’s engine suddenly burst into flames. Bailing from
the cockpit, the Japanese pilot hit the Pacific
Ocean. Read More |
Joseph’s Adventure
By
Derek S., age 12
The
morning was warm and the sun was rising above the horizon. Joseph sat
on
his bed while watching the sunrise, attempting to rub the sleep from
his brown eyes. Opening the door Joseph’s father came in the small room
and in a gentle voice requested Joseph to begin his chores. He obeyed
and started to get out of bed. He put on his leather boots and grabbed
his father’s ax to chop firewood. Joseph was a peasant to his lord,
Lord
William. At age thirteen, Joseph was already strong as an ox, and
handsome with his chestnut colored hair and eyes that matched. Joseph
finished chopping wood and then returned to help his mother on the
farm. Read More |
Saving Lives
By
Emma, age 12
I
swiftly climbed the steep stairs of the train. When I reached the top,
the conductor held out his hand rather demandingly for the ticket. With
a smile, I handed it to him and then paused to reach into my purse for
a
tract. Quickly I held it out, politely asking, “Sir, can I give this
tract to you?”
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One Moment
By
Karina, age 13
“I
won’t!” fourteen year old Chelsea screamed. “I won’t marry
that…that…PIG!” During this outburst, her handmaid, Elsie, sat
quietly, knowing from years and years of experience that
Chelsea’s
fit would soon blow itself out. Chelsea, on the other hand, was
far from settling down. Her parents, the King and Queen of
Mangos, were forcing her to marry King Claudio, a disgusting, ill
tempered, 40 year old beast of a man, who was, unfortunately,
rich. Shouting her refusal once more for good measure, Chelsea
stormed out of the room, stomped up the dark, dank, winding staircase,
and up to her chamber, where she flopped down heavily at the high, open
window seat, her favorite place in the whole castle. Read More |
THE OUTLAW PRINCE
By
Mary L., age 15
The
green buds splitting open on the trees, the smell of melting snows and
the aroma of rich earth are just the beginning of the wonders that
spring brings every year. And off in a small but decent country
in
the year of our Lord eleven hundred fifty-three, a royal family in a
grand castle was preparing for one of the most important events that
can
happen in a lifetime - the crowning of a new king. Anyone who
could sew a garment or polish a candlestick was helping to make this a
glorious event. However, in a small clearing in the woods behind
the castle appeared to be one person that wasn’t doing much of anything
to help with the upcoming coronation. Read More |
Quaraline
By
Molly, age 13
Khadari
Melosaki woke up early one morning in a cold sweat. She lay on
her bed for a while, staring at the navy blue crystal ceiling of her
bedroom. Usually she would dream of the beauty of Illuzen-its
endless, glowing blue stars, its three moons, and, though it only
appeared once a month, their sun. But not tonight.
No.
Tonight, she’d dreamed of death.
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Kidnapped
By
Samantha W., age 11
Today
for me, Ashley, was boring; I woke up this morning, ate, and went to
school. When I got home, mom made me watch my eight month old sister
sleep in her crib until she woke up, TWO HOURS LATER! I’m not going to
tell the rest of my boring day or else you’ll stop reading this story,
so let’s skip to that evening after dinner when the excitement began…
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A Princess Adventure
By
Amber G., age 11
Alivia
carefully eased herself out of the window. Wrapping her toes around the
moist vine, she extended her cold hand to reach one of the branches
that
were close to the window. Brown hair brushed against her
face. Her blue green eyes glanced to where her hand would go. The
overalls and shirt that she wore were warm against her body. She had
bought them from a peddler who had grown out of them past wearing.
Reaching the bottom of the vine, she gazed up at the castle that had
been her home. Inside she was known as princess Alivia, the seventh
daughter of King Raglan and Queen Amethyst, but outside the Kingdom
walls she would be known as Ally, just plain Ally. Turning her back on
the castle, she strode into the dark woods where her new life would
begin. Read More
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The Island of Doom
By
Chelsey M., age 12
David
Sullivan slammed into the ground. Opening his eyes, he stared in fear
at his unfamiliar surroundings. Squirting up from the ground was lava.
Forests and darkness covered everything. The only light was fire.
Clouds
of ashes filled the sky and the air. Without realizing it, he had just
stumbled upon a place that he had made by his own sins. This was the
Island of Doom -- which he would soon find out. Read More
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Lion’s Roar (The
Alien Encounter)
By
Kyle T., age 13
I
could feel it. It was everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time.
Thumping
in the distance, crawling up my back, slivering around my boots, it was
closing in fast. Its presence was suffocating me. I knew It, but not
what it was. I have had it before. My weapon suddenly disappeared. My
psychiatrist always tried to rationalize it by saying, “It is fear.”
But I know it is more, it is worse. Deepening shadows from the barren
trees swept around me like a whirlwind; everything spinning, turning,
and twisting into chaos. Piercing screams assaulted my ears, and I
realized they were my own.
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Jane's Journey as a
Jedi
By
Sarah M., age 13
BEEP!
BEEP! Jane jumped out of bed. “It’s time!” she
whispered quietly to herself. Dressed in blue slacks and a black
T-shirt, she tip toed over to her closet and grabbed her pre-packed bag
off the shelf. She thanked her lucky stars that her parents were the
ones who ran the landing bays, thus allowing the family to live in the
connection building. She quietly opened her bedroom door and
sneaked over to the kitchen door, which led to the launch pads. Opening
the door just a crack, she pushed her slim frame through the opening,
and then quietly closed it behind her. Read More
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Into The Woods
By
Stefanie D., age 14
I
lay restlessly beside my brother Hans in bed, trying not to move
around,
so he wouldn’t wake from his peaceful slumber. Tears rolled down my
face as I observed the room around me. It was small and cramped,
the walls were painted an ugly brown and the cold tile floor wasn’t
much prettier. Mama found some thin, flimsy rugs, trying to make
the room happier, and keep our feet warm when we walked about the tiny
room. Our feet were still always cold. Why was I crying? This
wasn’t anything like a home? I knew well why I was crying
though. Even though the room was cold and unwelcoming, my family
lived here and it was where my life was. Read More
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Legend
of the Stones
By Seth C., age 14
Gazing at a video monitor, David’s thoughts wandered through the events
of the last few weeks. It had started two weeks ago during the final
battle of the International Robot Fighter’s League championship. He and
his bot had worked for three years for the privilege to fight in the
championship against the best fighters on earth, with a chance to come
out the winner, but alas it was not so. After being defeated by a robot
without a master, a robot with great strength, speed, and reflexes few
humans possessed, his bot Mondeyka had lain, beaten face down in the
dirt. His circuits were fried, and smoke was whisking out of several
holes, which had been created by blast from a laser canon. They had
approached him, David and the others on his team, and they could hear
him groan, “Find him, find where he has come
from.” Read
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The
Great Dog Mystery
By Colton
B., age 11
James
asked his mom, “Where’s Jacob?” as he sunk down into his chair. Jacob
was James black miniature poodle.
“I don’t know, son, “ his
mother yelled from the kitchen.
While he was peeking out
the front door, he watched his mysterious neighbor, Son Loang, sneaking
a dog into his home while glancing around him thinking no one was
watching. The poodle he held resembled little Jacob.
James
was in shock when he saw the poodle and scrambling to the kitchen he
yelled, “Mom, I think he stole Jacob!”
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A Changing World
By Jasmine K., age 12
Chapter 1
When I stepped
off that plane, I had no idea what moving here would bring, but that
didn't matter. I was no longer Jenniffer Moore. Now, I was Jenniffer
Hughes, and I wanted to forget my old life. Mother dying of cancer
began
the chain of events. Dad made the decision of putting us up for
adoption
two months later because he couldn't care for us. It separated me from
my sister Mellissa, and would never forgive or forget that. So, wearing
a pair of blue jeans , a yellow turtle neck with a blue flower and a
floppy black felt hat, I came to meet my new parents for only the third
time. Here I was, in a new city, new family, new school. The only thing
that wasn't new was my mind.
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The
Abby Pond
By Katie R., age 11
Chapter 1
The Father Abbot’s small blue eyes glanced nervously about.His usually
tidy habbit hung on him in a crocked mess. He had gathered all of the
Redwallers inside the Great Hall. A hum of noise filled the long room,
as creatures tried to figure out why the Abbot had gathered them there.
The Father Abbot held up his hand. Instantly the room went still.
“Everyone,” the Abbot announced, he paused to clear his throat, “All of
our young ones are missing, I need volunteers to go searching for them,
this is very urgent!”
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The
Vendetta
By Krista G., age 14
Timorously,
Regina sauntered toward the house that she had not seen for sixteen
painfully long years. To most, the home looked like many other houses
on
the stunning island of Corsica. But to Regina this house stood apart
from all the others, triggering unwanted memories at the most
unsuspecting moments. She had been taken away from this place long ago.
Her mother hoped she would forget her first six years of life on this
island, and never come back. But her aunt’s urgent message called her
home. Home to the obscure world that subsisted in Regina’s agonizing
memories. “I’m dying.” The two words flew across ocean, from Corsica to
America on a thin wire. But no matter the distance between the two
women, the same fear tore through her body and compacted her lungs…she
would soon be the last Molino. Read More
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Dappy
By Sarah H., age 12
“No, you can’t put her down!” I yelled
bitterly as I kicked a mound of straw on the ground. “But Miss, she
will
never amount to anything,” replied the stable hand Jimas he was moving
hay bales into the horses stalls.“You know that Mr. Smith will not have
a blind horse at a jumping stable.We have to put her down.
“No you just wait till I talk to Mr.
Smith. I won’t let this beautiful white horse with black spots all over
her -- She can’t die. She is the best looking horse on this farm. If
only she wasn’t blind!”
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The Ring of Bhalls Furies
by Brendan F., age 12
Chapter 1
This is not a novel to
be tossed aside lightly, it
Should be thrown with
great force.
-Dorothy Parker
The scene is a
campfire, a large one, where a band of thieves frequent. They are
welcome because they are able to steal large quantities of alcohol, and
many a time bets were placed on what they would be drinking this
week. This week they had brandy, not high quality, but definitely
able to get the job done. Brandy is a drink that is best
described
as, 2 parts thunder and lightning, 1 part rattlesnake poison, and a
splash of the devil himself. As everyone started to feel much
warmer on that dark winter night, songs were sung, from the fun to the
obscene, and just after they finished Ronald O’Connor’s favorite
drinking song, they began telling stories.
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Krista’s Adventure
by Amanda J., age 15
Stepping out of the wind,
the petite fifteen year old seemed to blow into the General
Store.
Her waist-length brown hair trailed behind her, almost a cloak over her
long flowered sundress.
“Howdy Ma’am. Haven’t
seen you around here before, You new in town?” Taking a closer look at
the man behind the counter, she observed his dark-skinned, muscular
body
– strong still, although she guessed him to be around fifty. He
was wearing a pair of blue overalls and a plaid work shirt.
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The Rising Sun
by Anna M., age 14
The vial slipped from
Jaya’s fingers, crashing to the floor. “God bless it,” she mouthed
softly, bending down to pick it up the broken clay segments, careful
not
to cut herself on their jagged edges. Transferring what was left of the
vial successfully to the pile of broken clay bits that was kept in a
corner of the room, the girl retrieved another vial and poured into it
some healing potion for restlessness. Placing a stopper in the top with
a flourish and setting it on one of the shelves made especially for
holding vials, she walked out the door humming, carefree as a bird.
Jaya had just been a simple peasant girl doing work as the apprentice
to
the aging local midwife that morning, as unaware of the dark tide of
gossip one woman
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The Heir Cannot be Stopped
by Asher M., age 14
Like a living shadow,
Anen slunk towards the building, her small frame and bouncing
chin-length brown hair unfitting for the area surrounding a military
base. All was deathly silent, a perpetual state in the woods of Illcry.
Already the strange airs in the forest had weakened a would-be-deadly
plasma bolt to harmlessness, resulting in the soon-ending, but intense
battle between Anen and her attacker, Lieutenant Forbag of the Western
Forces. Anen’s quickness and extensive mental discipline had allowed
her
to win the battle, but not by much, as Forbag was also highly trained
in combat arts.
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Tlaloc
by Brendan F., age 13
Tlaloc was hunched over,
sitting on a log drumming his fingers on the undersides of his
thighs. Squinting across the water, he happened to see a large
canoe, but it had large strips of cloth attached to the top of
it.
Excitedly, he rushed to tell the other warriors that the gods had sent
a ship, knocking over the log he was sitting on in the process.
Tlaloc followed rules
very strictly and hated to fail in anything. Being the best of
nearly everything, he had amassed many enemies. Although this was
never said to his face, he was not the favorite of everyone. In
fact, he was the least favorite ANYTHING to his peers. In his
formal weapons training, he beat all the other warriors, causing yet
another rift between him and his “friends.” Although ignoring much of
this jealousy from his fellow warriors, he was quite aware that they
were his rivals.
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A Young Girl’s Dream
by Christina C., age 13
Tossing her long
brunette hair back over her shoulder, fifteen-year-old Jocelyn
Henderson
heard her younger sister, Sadie, call her in for dinner. Jocelyn slowed
her horse, Fairy, down to a trot as they headed toward the barn in the
middle of their little farm in Maine. Before climbing down off of
her horse, Jocelyn took a deep breath of the new spring air and gazed
at the heavenly sunset. Jocelyn began scrubbing and rinsing the
sweat off the horse’s silk white coat, she thought about her dream of
riding Fairy in a competition. People would begin cheering for
her while she and Fairy trotted over to collect their handsome
reward. But just as Jocelyn was about to wake up from her little
fantasy world, she jumped when Sadie trudged in the barn with a big
metal bucket full of hay for Fairy.
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The Mystery at Fox Run Farm
by Emily M., age 11
“Hmm that’s odd,” Emily Lyon mumbled to her friend Sarah Bessey, as she
searched for her pony Rocky’s girth. I was sure I put it in here,
thought Emily.
“Hey Emily I thought you had another, because we need to ride before
the rain comes,” Called Sarah Bessey as she brushed off Rocky.
Emily nodded to her friend and began rummaging through her tack
trunk. Finally locating one that she thought might fit Rocky, she
held it up in triumph. Sarah then helped her find Rocky’s bridle
and they finished getting the horse ready to ride.
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Homicidium
by Jessica P., age 14
The first day of
spring dawned as a cool, sunny day. I, Julia Tullius, could not wait to
start the day. Tomorrow my brother Marcus would come back from the
army.
Father would hold a feast to celebrate his safe return and Marcus would
tell everyone stories of his travels. That evening would be one of the
few nights when I could stay up and go to a banquet. My sister Livia
always stayed up, and never forgot about rubbing this in my face.
After breakfast I was
in Father’s study, searching for a stylus, when I heard angry voices
advancing towards me. I was afraid that Father had found out about the
stylus I broke last week. As the voices came closer I hid under a
table.
The door flew open. Striding backwards into the room while shouting at
Father was Lucius. Lucius bellowed, “I don’t think you understand it! I
will be disgraced if you refuse me money!”
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Aztec Rebel
by Kerensa G., age 11
Chapter 1
A gaggle of girls
quickly crossed the sunlit sacrificial stones. Oozing blood
trickled silently across the scalding ground. One of the girls,
Quimopo, shuddered, throwing glances behind her as she stooped down as
if to straighten her skirt. Instead, she whispered to her
friends. Their worried looks didn’t escape her notice. Ever
since Quimopo’s best friend had been sacrificed at the age of twelve,
Quimopo had rebelled against everything, especially sacrifices.
She refused to watch the victims die in pain and anguish. She was
going to do something about it. Quimopo also knew if more people
noticed her rebellious actions, she could be reported and killed, no
matter who her father was.
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Life in a Japanese Internment Camp
by Sharon, age 12
“Ouch!” Masao rubbed her
back and mumbled, “I’m still not getting used to all this straw
sticking
out of my mattress.” Rubbing her hand along the itchy surface of
the burlap sack that acted as her mattress, she could feel the rough
pointy bits of straw poking through. Every internee was given
the sack and the straw to make this awful makeshift mattress.
Sometimes she lay awake in her cot listening to the even breathing of
her little brother Shiro, thinking about why she was in here. “It
is so unfair,” Masao thought, “how they just took us out of our homes
like they did on that awful day, April 25, 1942.”
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The Survival: Camp Auschwitz
by Madelyn B., age 13
“Death to the left, life to the right.” Janine and
Jaline Fritzberg, twin gypsy girls, had an understanding of this quote
many people do not. They were almost a part of this chilling
quote. Sadly, it was against their will to be related to it so
well. Only because of their gypsy background they were plucked
from their home and taken to a concentration camp; Camp Auschwitz. It’s
said to be the worst concentration camp ever created during World War
2. Over 1 million were murdered or died of starvation, disease,
and countless other things. This camp is where our story begins…
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Soccer Problem
by Bethany L., age 14
Nineteen year old Christian Wilson popped the trunk of his
brand new 1999 Ford Mustang, climbed out and started slowly unloading
the amplifiers, guitars, and Joy’s keyboard.
“Hey Christian, what are we gonna do now?” asked
Miles, Christian’s seventeen year old brother.
“I really don’t know,” replied Christian as he handed
an amplifier to Miles, who carried it into the garage.
“Why in the world won’t Mr.Grayson let us use his
store room?” asked Joy Wilson, frowning as she dropped to the
pavement. Joy was right between Christian and Miles in age. But
where Miles was more laid back, and Christian responsible, Joy was
hot-tempered.
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Love Within Darkness
by Mary L., age 16
Spring was
bursting throughout the country. As the
last of the gray snow dripped slowly from the branches, tender green
buds broke
the monotony of the ugly brown trees. The
bright, yellow sun silently shouted to the earth,
“Time to wake
up!” The earth and all its glory became
alive again once more. In one city, one
of the oldest and greatest in the world, spring was blossoming just as
much
there as anywhere else. However, in
this year of 1789, the dark shadow of winter still lingered over every
house,
building, and person. These were not
the best of times in the wondrous city of Paris.
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1923
by Kerensa, age 12
Prologue Joanna
Joanna carefully climbed the creaking wooden stairs to the
bedroom she shared with her younger sister. Mae
already lay in faraway places, her brown ringlets
strewn across her
face. Joanna sighed and closed the
window facing the Columbia River.
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Johari's
Second Chance
by
Jasmine, age 12
Chapter
1
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Saving
Rose
by
Sarah, age 16
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The
Unforgettable Weekend
by
Robert, age 12
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The
Gas Man
by
Rachel C., age 14
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