SKY'STHELIMIT PRAIRIELANDSWRITINGPROJECT SUMMER2019
Mt . Mo r a
Glo r e
June 12, 2019
L et t er t o Rea d er s
Dear Reader s, We are a group of young writers from several different schools. We all came here this summer to participate in a program called ?Sky's the Limit? Middle School Writing Project, held as a partnership between the St. Joseph School District and Prairie Lands Writing Project (also known as PLWP). This year, our group of 13 campers and 1 teacher got off to an exciting start when we quickly warmed up to each other and became writing buddies! We had a lot of fun as we wrote and shared together. We came here to discover new ideas that we could put together into pieces that would become part of us. We came here to find the power of creativity and its ability to unite those of us who have this power in common. We found that we had to look at the world through a different lens in order to unleash our writing potential: the lens of a writer. We went outside to find writing all around us, gathered observations from images and objects to spark our writing, went on field trips to the Mt. Mora Cemetery and the Glore Psychiatric Museum, wrote poems about paint samples, made lots of origami sloths, wrote for children, used sensory details, wrote exquisite corpse poems, and used computers to help inspire us! We were able to find some ideas that were hiding around us by letting our creativity go wild with the writing out of the day prompts we created ourselves every day before we left. We wrote about colors, places, names, and random objects. We became animals (like sloths), creatures, and various other things around us. We wrote poetry, stories, letters, and some things that might not even fit into a genre. Although sometimes we got off topic, we became whatever we wrote about and found out just how fun it can be to have so many creative minds flying around in one room. We are all very different people, but when it comes down to it, we all have one thing that unites us: we all love to write. So far this summer, we learned that when we look through the eyes of a writer, we can write things that we?d never thought we could before. We found that words can come from anywhere, but the power we give our words comes from within us--from within those little brain-seeds that grow into new worlds and stories. After this summer, we will all move on...but for now, we are enjoying being united in this common place where we all wrote together. And as for our future - the Sky's the Limit! Sincerely, The Writers of ?Sky's the Limit?Middle School Writing Project 2019 Director: Josie Clark Sponsors: Prairie Lands Writing Project and the St. Joseph School District PS - Thank you to all of our parents and helpers, but a GIGANTIC thank-you goes to Elisabeth Alkier, Dr. Susan Martens, and Elizabeth Hoskins.
Wh o a r e we? Br ou h ar d, Lily See also:Lilird, Willy ,Lilypad, Lizard: 1)Saint Joseph, Missouri; 2) Inspired by History , Friends, Places around the world; 3) Addicted to Chocolate; 4) Enjoys Listening to music in her spare time; 5) Plans to go running more this summer (Hopefully); 6) Has really short, dark brown hair ; 7) Fantasy job is Writer and a professional sleeper; 8) I am an 80's Child at heart ; 9) Black,Blue ; 10) Fuller house, The Gamers: Dorkness Rising ;11) Favorite word is Bazinga because it all started with a big bang ; 12) Favorite animal is a dragon because Duh; 13) Could read The Mists Of Avalon over and over; 14) Not Today Satan ;15) Collects LIving dead dolls because I'm weird; 16)I wish that Hogwarts was real; 17) I love writing because It gives me a chance to express myself;18) finish this statement: I am a taco.
Bu h m an , Br yn n a. See also: Emo Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson Rat, Rat, Bee, Briana, Brenda1) Saint Joseph, Missouri; 2) Inspired by Michael Jackson, music and poetry; 3) Addicted to hee heeing; 4) Enjoys writing music and poetry in (his/her) spare time; 5) Plans to get a job; 6) My hair is short and that?s about it; 7) Fantasy job is part time Michael Jackson impersonator; 8) random fact about me is that I?m in a rat gang and I can hee hee really good; 9) favorite colors are black and violet-red; 10) favorite movie is Shrek; 11) Favorite word is shamone because Michael Jackson said it; 12) Favorite animal is rats because rats are amazing; 13) Could read Dear Evan Hansen over and over; 14) favorite quote is Be Authentically You; 15) Collects rat pictures because why not; 16) I wish I can inspire others; 17) I love writing because it helps me put my emotions on paper ;18) I am Emo Michael Jackson Rat and I will steal your brand. B urchet t , Chlo e. S ee also : N icho le, A aro n B urr. A dverb. 1) K ansas Cit y M isso uri; 2) Inspired by m y ido ls and m y m o m ; 3) A ddict ed t o H o t To pic, m usic and reading; 4) Enjo ys bo o ks in her spare t im e; 5) P lans t o get a go o d jo b I like, be happy wit h m y life, and read m o re; 6) H as a sad shade o f blo nde hair, just a blo nde jo ke wait ing t o happen; 7) Fant asy jo b is current ly unkno wn; 8) M y favo rit e bo o ks are ?Carry O n? by Rainbo w Ro well and ?O ne o f Us Is L ying? by K aren M . M cM anus; 9) M y favo rit e co lo rs are black, purple and m o st past el co lo rs; 10) M y favo rit e t v sho w is S upernat ural; 11) Favo rit e wo rd is m undane because it describes m e; 12) Favo rit e is anim al is slo t hs because t hey are superio r; 13) Co uld read ?Carry O n o ver and o ver; 14) M y favo rit e q uo t e is ?P eo ple change, even S at an used t o be an angel? by N at han Feuerst ein o r ?H o nest ly, I do n?t wanna end t his st o ry. I enjo y writ ing it fo r t he m o st part , but each wo rld t hat I writ e has t o be ended and put aside at so m e po int .? by Unkno wn; 15) Co llect s ro cks because t hey?re fun t o lo o k at ; 16) I wish I was bet t er at rem em bering t hings; 17) I lo ve writ ing because it ?s like an escape fo r m e;18) I am awkward. . . .and t hat 's all.
Davis, Hen r y. See also: king of the slurths, jhonniit. intruder. 1) ST.Joseph, MO, Us; 2) Inspired by friends and their comments; 3) Addicted to mcfrappes and slurths; 4) Enjoys kingly business or chess in his spare time; 5) Plans to one day rule the world, and then space around earth; 6)with frizzy curly black hair; 7) Fantasy job is nasa technichian; 8)can turn feet backwards; 9)platinum blue, rose red; 10) enjoys the movie ponyo deeply( ponyo,ponyo, fishy in the sea); 11) Favorite word is pacific because the c?s are pronounced diffrently for either ; 12) Favorite animal is the three toed sloth as I am their king; 13) Could read echo over and over; 14)I like the wubs - teamspeak on soviet womble; 15) Collects sloths as I am their king; 16) wishes to rule all the sloths ; 17) I love writing because it is a easy way to escape from troubles in real life;18) finish this statement: I just can?t wait to be king
Gr aber , Hailey See also: Hay Hay, Team UmiZoomi, Hey you, . Adjective;. 1) Born in St.Joseph; 2) Inspired by myself, Mrs.Clark, Musicians, and My mom occasionally;3) Addicted to Music, reading, and hot topic; 4) Enjoys reading and playing on her phone in her spare time; 5) Plans to go to college; 6)has semi short brown, occasionally colored, and always up hair; 7) Fantasy job is comic book artist ; 8) random fact: I've seen FOB and P!ATD; 9) favorite color(s): Black and Purple; 10) favorite TV show (or movie): Umbrella Academy and Perks of Being a Wallflower; 11) Favorite word is burnfuzzle because its great; 12) Favorite animal leopard print gecko because i have two of them; 13) Could read Perks of Being a Wallflower over and over; 14) ? We've got the racoon problem under control. They have their part of town, and we have ours? -Parks and rec; 15) Collects nick nacks because I enjoy seeing them around the room and it brings up ; 16) name one wish; 17) I love writing because its a source of freedom and is not judgemental;18) finish this statement: I am eoxctic and myself. Ho pe, J a in a . See a ls o : Ho pe, J , J a lyn . I n t er j ec t io n . 1) Bo r n in C o u n t r y C lu b , Mis s o u r i; 2) I n s pir ed b y t h e en t ir e wo r ld ; 3 ) Ad d ic t ed t o c h o c o la t e; 4 ) En j o ys ma kin g id io t ic j o kes in h er s pa r e t ime; 5 ) Pla n s t o pu b lis h a b o o k s h e?s wr it in g 6) Ha ir is f r iz z y, c u r ly, a n d a pa r en t ly f eels like r a men n o o d les ; 7 ) Fa n t a s y j o b is a n a r t is t o r a u t h o r ; 8) I s ver y n o t g r a c ef u l a n d s o meh o w s t ill a d a n c er ; 9) f a vo r it e c o lo r s a r e pa s t el pu r ple, pin k, a n d b lu e; 10 ) f a vo r it e T V s h o w is On c e Upo n A T ime; 11) Fa vo r it e wo r d is r ed u n d a n t b ec a u s e I t is f u n t o s a y a n d d es c r ib es ma n y peo ple; 12) Fa vo r it e a n ima l is b u t t er f lies b ec a u s e t h ey a r e c o lo r f u l; 13 ) C o u ld r ea d K eeper o f t h e L o s t C it ies o ver a n d o ver ; 14 )Fa vo r it e qu o t e is ?Fr ien d s h ip is b o r n a t t h a t mo men t wh en o n e per s o n s a ys t o a n o t h er , ?Wh a t ! Yo u t o o ? I t h o u g h t I wa s t h e o n ly o n e.?? C .S. L ewis . 15 ) C o llec t s d r a win g s b ec a u s e s h e lo ves t o s ee h er s elf pr o g r es s ; 16) Wis h es t o b e a b le t o b e s u c c es s f u l in lif e; 17 ) I lo ve wr it in g b ec a u s e I t a llo ws yo u t o c r ea t e a n yt h in g wit h t h e o n ly b o u n d a r ies b ein g yo u r o wn ;18) I a m a lwa ys g o in g t o b e mys elf , a weir d lit t le h u ma n b ein g .
M adison , Han n ah . See also: Felicia, Danikaaaaa, Older Sister Figure.; noun 1) St. Joseph, Missouri; 2) Inspired by Cheesy Snodderly; 3) Addicted to Chipotle; 4) Enjoys listening to music in her spare time; 5) Plans to convince her parents to get her a bird; 6) Slightly too short for a ponytail but puts it in a ponytail anyway hair; 7) Fantasy job is an Astronaut; 8) Has progressive hearing loss; 9) Favorite color is yellow; 10) Umbrella Academy; 11) Favorite word is Kalopsia because it sounds cool and has a cool meaning; 12) Favorite animal is lizard because they?re cute; 13) Could read Turtles All The Way Down by John Green over and over; 14) ?Identity theft is not a joke, Jim!? -Dwight Schrute; 15) Collects copics because they are great markers; 16) wishes she had a pet bird; 17) I love writing because why not; 18) I am? something else
M yers, Rebekah. S ee also :B ecky, Dad, Chewy. ;N o un 1)Fo rt st ewart ; 2) Inspired by fo o d; 3) A ddict ed P eanut B ut t er and m y m edican; 4) Enjo ys reading and wat ching yo ut ube in her spare t im e; 5) P lans t o beco m e a neuro surgeo n; 6) H as TH ICCCC hair, hair is bro wn; 7) Fant asy jo b is a neuro surgeo n; 8) A llergic t o adhesive(duct t ape, bandaids) if wo rn brakes o ut in hives,; 9)blue red black; 10) The B lacklist ; 11) Favo rit e wo rd is TH ICC because I say it A L O T; 12) Favo rit e anim al is do ggo s because I had o ne but he died; 13) Co uld read Revenge o f t he W it ch and Curse o f t he B ane o ver and o ver; 14) ? W ell yo u?re no t wro ng?; 15) Co llect s clo cks because idek; 16) I wish fo r a light saber; 17) I lo ve writ ing because it ?s st o ps m e fro m being bo red.;18) finish t his st at em ent : I am ur dad I?m dad bo ggy wo ggy wo ggy.
Ow en s, Kelly-Lyn n . See also: kelly,kel, b. adverb. 1) st.joseph Missouri; 2) Inspired by jenna marbles; 3) Addicted to monkeynauts; 4) Enjoys bike riding in her spare time; 5) Plans to go to washington next year ; 6) short, blonde with brown roots growing in.; 7) Fantasy job is zookeeper, producer; 8) kelly is my father ?s middle name, and lynn is my mother ?s middle name; 9) i love all colors equally; 10)i enjoy watching on my block or stranger things); 11) Favorite word is guacamole because it sounds cool ; 12) Favorite animal is duck and giraffe because ducks are cute and giraffes are squishy; 13) Could read hunger games over and over; 14) ? get used to the change of change?; 15) Collects mugs because i like to drink tea out of them and be fancy; 16) i wish to meet beyonce; 17) I love writing because it allows me to get and thoughts or feeling off my brain;18) finish this statement: I am unique
Sn odder ly, Ch eesy. See also: Joss, ?My Son?, Alex, Ham&Swiss, Hamilton; Interjection; Born in St. Joseph, Missouri; Inspired by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Alexander Hamilton; Addicted to Broadway; Enjoys writing obsessively in her spare time; Plans to Dominate World; Mop made of spaghetti and sadness; Fantasy job is President; Writes fanfiction religiously; Baby blue; My favorite TV show is Over the Garden Wall; Favorite word is nifty because it?s nifty; Favorite animal is a turtle because turtles are majestic creatures; Could read Be More Chill over and over; We find you totally innocent, which is the worst crime of all!; Collects despair because why not; Gregory; I love writing because it gets my stress out easily without a rough way ; I?m a diamond in the rough, a shining piece of coal.
Tillm an , Ciar a . See also: CiCi, Tilly, Ciarawwa, Ciara Diara; Proper noun;1) Saint Joseph, Missouri; 2) Inspired by my friends, parents, and my dog Hendree. ; 3) Addicted to popcorn and ramen; 4) Enjoys playing the piano in her spare time; 5) Plans to go to Colorado next summer; 6) Soft, medium length, not naturally straight; 7) Fantasy job is being a robot doctor; 8)I like to volunteer; 9) Purple, Rose Gold, or Mint Green; 10) Fuller House is an amazing show (; 11) Favorite word is exquisite because it is a great description word; 12) Favorite animals are llamas because they are so soft and cute; 13) Could read Diary Of A Wimpy Kid over and over; 14) ?Be a Fruit Loop in a world full of Cheerios?; 15) Collects Polaroid stuff because I?m a huge fan of Polaroid; 16) To not lost any of my friends; 17) I love writing because it helps me embrace my emotions ;18) I am a quirky person to be around.
Tor r es y Tor r es , Cr is. See also: nickname(s): Spider-Man. Noun. 1) Iowa City, Iowa; 2) Inspired by Stan Lee and George Lucas; 3) Addicted to: Star Wars; 4) Enjoys playing video games or writing on his computer in his spare time 5) Plans to become an Eagle Scout one day; 6) Hair is straight, brown, messy; 7) Fantasy job is Author; 8) random fact about you; I almost passed out watching Avengers: Endgame because I was hyperventilating when everyone was coming out of the Portals. 9) favorite color(s); Red 10) favorite TV show (or movie) Avatar: The Last Airbender; 11) Favorite word is hullabaloo because it just sounds weird.; 12) Favorite animal is dolphin because dolphin; 13) Could read Star Wars: Lost Stars over and over; 14) favorite quote ?All strive for victory. But not all understand what it truly is. To a soldier or pilot on the line, victory is surviving the current battle. To a politician, victory is an advantage one can bring to a bargaining table. To a warrior, victory is driving an enemy from the field of battle, or bringing him to surrender. Sometimes victory is greater than the warrior could ever hope for. Sometimes it is more than he is able to hear.?; 15) Collects comics because I love the art and the stories, but especially the art; 16) name one wish; to travel the world and see the beauties of this planet 17) I love writing because it gives me something to do that I enjoy and helps me continue learning;18) finish this statement: I am? a nerd, and I am proud of it. Zem an , Br ook lyn . See also: Shadow, Brook. Blue; 1) Fort Dodge, Iowa; 2) Inspired by Others?; 3) Addicted to Dante (anime character); 4) Enjoys drawing in his spare time; 5) Plans to go to St. Lucia in august; 6) Short, dirty-blonde ; 7) Fantasy job is artist; 8) I'm a huge cat person and love anime; 9) Red, Black, White, and Purple; 10) IZombie; 11) Favorite word is cookie because i love cookies; 12) Favorite animal is a wolf because They are so fluffy and huge; 13) Could read Heartless over and over; 14) ?Don?t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.?; 15) Collects books because I?m a bookworm; 16) To be a half wolf, half human ; 17) I love writing because You can express yourself in your writing;18) I am an imaginative person
Wr it in g Ar o u n d
Wh y we lo ve wr it in g ... I love writing because it allows me an escapism from the world around me. - Cris I love writing because I can express myself and write anything I want - Brooklyn I love writing because it allows me to let go of my thoughts or feelings. -Kelly-lynn As it can inspire generations to come-henry I love writing because it gives me a chance to express myself- Lily I lo ve wr it in g b ec a u s e it a llo ws u s t o pa s s a n y b o u n d a r ies t h a t c o n f in e u s in lif e - J a in a I love writing because you can write about anything, and each piece has a different meaning. - Hannah I lo ve writ ing because it ?s like an escape fo r m e- Chlo e I love writing because it does not judge - Hailey It helps me express my emotions- Ciara I love writing because it helps me put my emotions out in ways you can?t express emotions normally. - Brynna I lo ve writ ing because it keeps m e fo rm get t ing bo red.- B ecky W rit ing let s m e let o ut m y anger in a healt hy way- Cheesy
Wh er e we'd lo ve t o g o ... If I could go anywhere in the world, I would go to New Zealand because of the video that Ms. Clark showed off showing the beauty of New Zealand. - Cris I would go to Hawaii because I have always wanted to go there with my grandma - Brooklyn If I could go anywhere I would go to Bora Bora because my sister has always wanted to take me but cant afford it -kelly-lynn If I could go anywhere I would want to go to the Netherlands just for the fact that it intrigues me-Lily I f I c o u ld g o a n ywh er e in t h e wo r ld , I wo u ld g o t o So mewh er e a lo n g t h e c o a s t b ec a u s e I h a ve a lwa ys wa n t ed t o s ee t h e o c ea n - J a in a If I could go anywhere, I would go anywhere in Europe, because I love learning more about the history of it and it just seems like a really cool place. - Hannah If I co uld go anywhere in t he wo rld I wo uld go t o England because I've always want ed t o go t here- Chlo e If I could go anywhere in the world, Id go to Canada, it seems like nothing noticeably violent goes on there. -Hailey If I could go anywhere in the world, I?d go to Cancun. Because, Cancun is a beach. - Ciara I would go to Florida again because I had such a good time last time I went. -Brynna I wanna go t o G reece. - B ecky
Her e a r e s o me f ir s t lin es o f s t o r ies we h a ven 't wr it t en yet ... ?From behind the building, I saw him, dressed in all black, staring at me.? - Cris ? I was stuck, trying not to cry ? - Brooklyn ? The autumn leaves crunch under my feet as i approach the large brick house.? -Kelly-lynn ?I called the boss to tell him we ? misplaced the body?-henry ?I am lost in a world of my own creation?-Lily ?All I r ememb er is my o wn s c r ea m, t h en d a r kn es s ? - J a in a ?People change and people leave.? - Hannah ?Hesitation coated the atmosphere thickly, like the gravy that swallows biscuits on religious sunday mornings ? -Hailey ?I?m in a quiet room.?-Ciara ??S hut up fo r o nce!!? W as she serio usly yelling at m e.?- Chlo e ?I thought I was dead but then I woke up.?- Brynna Em o Rat es S ky Ro cket B ecause O f " W o ke" Twit t er P o st - B ecky
...a n d h er e is wh a t we've a lr ea d y wr it t en ...
T W I ST ED S T OR Y T I M E TODAYS VICTIM- LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD LILY BROUHARD http://ghostsnghouls.com/tag/haunted-forest/ Little red riding hood made her way through the forest to visit her grandmother. She had decided to bring her a gift. It was the least she could do. Since everyone had been on hard times lately since the zombie apocalypse happened. She skipped down the dirt trail humming to herself. Then she could something that sounded like a slight growl. She stopped in her tracks and paused to listen. She heard it again except this time was closer. Little red riding hood kneelt down and opened her basket. She pulled out her machete and got ready to fight. Then she heard loud footsteps coming from behind her. Running. She whirled around. Only to be met by a wolf running full speed at her. The wolf went to pounce on her. But luckily she was fast enough to move away from it. It growled at her showing its pointed fangs. But she was not intimidated. It tied to pounce on her again. But this time it was met with a machete to the head. It wimped in pain then fell to the ground dead. She wiped the blood off her weapon and groaned in annoyance now she was gonna be late. Now that that little ordeal was over she was back on her way to her grandmother 's house. It took at least half an hour before she arrived. Little red riding hood skipped up to the door. Or where the door would have been. It seemed to have been torn off its hinges. Little red riding hood sighed. ?I guess someone else decided to pay grandma a visit as well.? She slowly made her way down the old wooden steps. As she finally made it to the bottom of the stairs.The smell of rotting flesh filled her nose. The fireplace seem to be lit with a figure standing in front of it. ?Grandma?? Little red riding hood questions. Her grandma turned to her. He zombie like body trudged over to her. ?You don't know how long I have waited to see you dear.? She said in a very cheerful voice. ?I have missed you to grandma.? Red said sweetly. ?Zombie times have been hard you know?? Grandma said while getting red something to eat. ?These hunters keep coming by thinking they found shelter it gets so annoying dealing with them? Grandma said in a very annoying tone ?Agreed.? Red said So the two zombies sat there on through the night enjoying their meals of what was left of people searching for shelter.
The Fi r e Li l y Br ouhar d I could feel bitter cold wind rushing across my face taking my tears with it. My raspy breaths were making it even harder to breathe. My lungs were in agonizing pain. There was an enormous cloud of smoke swirling above my house.With this much smoke already the fire must be moving a rapid speeds.Even running as fast as I could.I wasn't gonna make it. But that was not gonna stop me. Even though my body was telling me to stop. No. I needed to make sure my family was ok. I wasn't going to lose them. I Sprinted around the corner. I would have kept going but a crowd of people blocked my path. Luckily I was small enough to squeeze through. Then i could see it. My home burning to the ground. I stood there wide eyed. I didn't know what to do. So I just stood there as my home burned to the ground People doing what they could to stop the fire, but it seemed to be of no use. It took hours but the fire had finally been put out.Then I finally got the chance to ask a person.The question that has been on my mind. ?Did anyone inside live?? My voice was trembling The man turned to me and had a look of look. ?I'm sorry.? Was all he said I felt more tears starting to roll down my cheeks. It felt as if the world was caving in on me. ?This isn't fair!? I yelled I turned to storm off in anguish. ?Wait watch your step!? He yelled back I remember slipping and hitting my head.HARD. Then everything went...Black.
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You r I n tr od u cti on i n to secti on tw o of h eck - L i ly B. Hello everyone ! I am the proud leader of section 2 of Heck! Section 2 of heck is where you go if your second class and if you were not good enough to get into heaven or section 1. Now here are some tips for me to like you. So as you know Being one of the Leaders of heck does get stressful at times. I always get one person coming in complaining about how Karen took the kids and other stupid stuff. I also get lots of other stupid letters. So help are shred are mail. Also just leave me alone! I have tried to stop going outside all together i usually get bombarded by the news reported for questions because I haven't been seen in 5 months. I don't need to add another annoying pest to that list. So that is the best advice I can give you. Now! Leave me alone.
How t o be M ich ael Jack son By: Brynna B. 1. The look: Michael Jackson?s look is very recognizable. The most important steps are the sharp cheekbones, the triangle shaped nostrils, the red-tinted lips, the eyeliner heavy eyes, pale skin, and the long, curly hair. The clothes should consist of a fedora, a leather jacket, sparkly, white gloves, and black dress shoes. 2. The voice: Michael?s voice is one sent from the heavens. Not only his voice is heavenly but the unnecessary noises are just as angelic. Some of those noises consist of random grunting, and words like ow, shamone, hoo, and my all time favorite, hee hee. These noises are the most important part of being Michael Jackson. Do these noises and you won?t even need to sing. Lets learn how to make one of these noises. 3. How to Hee Hee: First you have to clear your voice because you just have to. Next you have to listen to a ten hour video of Michael Jackson hee heeing. This will help you get the pitch right. Lastly, after you lost all of your brain cells, you have to clear your throat better than the first time you unnecessarily cleared your voice. Now take a deep breath and rip out a mighty Hee Hee. Now congratulate yourself. Congratulations, you can hee hee. 4. Last step- dance: The first dance is the moonwalk. Now I?m not going to explain it because I don?t really know how to put it into words. This other dance I don?t know the name of is very interesting. How you do it is pull your pants up while standing on your tiptoes and raising your hand in the air. Also while dancing like Michael Jackson make random hand movements to the crowd or audience and point. If you are doing thriller, act like a zombie. Congrats, you can dance like Michael Jackson.
That?s all! Now go live your Michael Jackson life.
P.s. Hee Hee
M y M isses By: Br ynna B. There she was, as beautiful as ever Walking slowly down the stairs In her red high heels and sparkly, red dress She looks down at me and smiles I grab a vinyl from my collection and place it on a record player A beautiful waltz begins to play I grab her soft hand as we slowly make our way to the ballroom I never let go for she is my love and my life I close my eyes and hold her close
I open them and notice she isn?t there I?m hallucinating again
Rat s Rat s, w e'r e r at s, w e'r e t h e r at s. We pr ay at n igh t , w e st alk at n igh t . We'r e t h e r at s. I'm t h e gian t r at t h at m ak es all of t h e r u les. Let s see w h at k in d of t r ou ble w e can get ou r selves in t o.
BY CHLOE BURCHET T
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Inch by Inch Ever y gener at ion inching t heir way f or war d, j ust enough t o ensur e t he next gener at ion wil l have t o deal wit h t he af t er mat h, but not t oo much t o inf l ict t he same f at e on t hemsel ves, I, mysel f am on t he ver y edge, I am so cl ose t o f al l ing, Just l ike ever y ot her soul in my gener at ion, We?r e so cl ose t o mass dest r uct ion
BY CHLOE BURCHET T
Life Box There was only a box. That was it . Not hing else but a box, a spect at or/ unknown ent it y (you), and et ernal empt iness. The box was not hing but wood and nails. Though inside t he box, pict ures would slowly mat erialize showing one's life st ory in millions of pict ures and lit t le clips of what t his soul went t hough. But t hen, t he pict ures slowed, soon st opping t o show a t ree. The t ree looked t o be a Weeping Willow. Underneat h t he t ree was a sorrowful looking girl drenched t o t he bone from having no shelt er t o be hidden away from t he rain. Being so encased by t he now ext ravagant view from inside t he box you don't release unt il now t he ground from t he project ion seems closer t han it did before. And all t he absolut e darkness from before escapes from your view. You hit t he ground but not hing hurt s. The girl before is no longer t here but in her place is you. Confused and a lit t le scared of what will happen next . Looking up t o t he sky want ing t o go back t o t he empt y abyss called home. The sky t urns purple, and darker shades. Soon everyt hing joins in wit h t he skies t ransformat ion. You close your eyes and wish t o go back. Back t o t he normal way of living. Back t o observing t he memories of t he deceased. It was t he only home ever known t o any ent it y like you. Gazing t hrough t he boxes t hat would appear every so oft en, t raveling t hrough t he empt y, and admiring all t he st ories of soon t o be forgot t en people.
H EN R Y H . D A VI S I am a small common t hree-t oed slot h t rying t o cross a st reet , a fast human ran behind me and all of a sudden, I WAS A FLYI NG t hree-t oed slot h, not quit e as common as before! I quickly crawled t o my friends t o show t hem t he flying abilit y. But I was never able t o get off t he ground. I soon concluded t he road was magic, and had my friends follow me t o t his road, t hey soon were flying alongside me and we all were amazed. Soon hordes of us were approaching t he road, along, t rees t hrough logs, & swinging from vine t o vine. We soon were flying across t hat road a mile a minut e and soon, I was common again
I began my journey out of a small outpost from my liege, I was the knight stationed at this outpost and was tasked with finding a new area for a defense tower, as mine had quickly become overrun with vines and shrubberies. I set off on my noble steed and set towards the stark north, I traveled over great hills, and through deep valleys to find a suitable place for my lord. Many a bandit and invader fell to my sword along my road, a band of raiders baited me through a cave in search of a noblewoman who had been trapped by an ogre.
Shrek and his entourage of rapscallions fell swiftly to my sword and I soon continued on my journey, Finally happening upon a large hill, atop a ruin of a previous fort, able to overlook many miles in each direction, I set camp in one of the towers, remarking on my adventure, and soon thought. ?how would others follow me??
-henry
The hall went around and around curling in on itself, explorers marching down the hallway stopping to hunt, eat, and sleep. But that's not important, This story is about jim,
Jim only started his trek down this hall of horror but only a few minutes ago, surprised and horrified to find that it curled on itself infinitely, his sanity being peeled off like the skin of a banana.
After several turned corners he came to find?
Me, My sanity had instead of being peeled or shaved, torn away from me. He quickly moved forwards.
So I got up, and began pursuit. It had been a long time since anyone came through here, but it still looked like it was cleaned constantly.
Jim ran off, his sanity nigh but gone and I couldn?t help but feel sorry for him, I ran after him and found him sitting on the ground, bent over a tattered journal.
I asked him what he was writing, and he read aloud
?The hall went around and around? ?
-henry
Broken Traffic Cones By:Hailey G. I sit here watching cars and children pass You may ask what is the purpose of a broken traffic cone well who else would protect the school from cars ? even barbaric traffic cones?
SAVETHEOCEANBYHAILEYG. I peered. Waiting for the lonely street to clear. I dash. My feet rolling across land. I'm dashing towards freedom. A few people notice me, flying with the wind. Point me out. Turn their back. Repeat. The cycle happens until I make my way to the ocean. Trying to stop, The wind is carrying me. I try to stop. Try to be noticed. Try. I fly into once calm faces, hoping they'll stop me from this inhumane act. Unfortunately, they don't. I don't want to be eaten, mistaken as food. Except no one seems to care. Unless I'm in the ocean or in a stomach.
Rock in g By: Hailey G. Every day I swing back and forth in a steel uncomfortable trap. I can feel my sanity pooling beneath my feet. Finding resident on the cold, white, speckled floor. Resting in a small pool. I wish I hadn't let the intoxicating substance grace my lips. Only God knows how long its been since I last talked to anyone outside the ward I go to church every Sunday It´ s a easy sense of my old life.
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Jaina Hope I am always cr owd. I am always t he page. I am always I am always I am always wor ld. I am always
going t o be one t o st and out of t he going t o be placing my f ant asies upon going t o be a cr eat ive mess. going t o be lost in my own imaginat ion. going t o be leaving my mar k on t his going t o be me.
BUFFERI NG I had been walking home, t he sun beat ing on my shoulder s. The f igur e of my sist er gr ew near er , I could immediat ely t ell she got sunbur ned, her ar ms, f ace, neck, and legs wer e r ed, almost as r ed as her t ank t op. Somet hing wasn?t r ight t hough? Ther e was a st r ange f eeling in t he air ? f ear . The chalk f ell f r om Lily?s hand, t hen, I saw it , our par ent s, f r ozen. Tiny ar ms gr abbed my waist , her pale br own br aids br ushed my shor t s. ?Lily, inside, now,? My voice quiver ed as I point ed t owar ds t he house. ?But , Br ooke- ? She st ammer ed bef or e being cut shor t . ?Now,? My voice st ill shook, despit e my best ef f or t s t o keep calm. Her ar ms f ell f r om me as she dar t ed home, dust f lying ar ound her f eet . Glancing side t o side, I slowly made my way af t er Lily. I lower ed myself t o her height , looking int o her t ear f ul gr een eyes. ?Br ooke, I ?m scar ed,? Her nor mally high f ive year old voice had gone up anot her pit ch as a t ear slid down her cheek. ?Me t oo,? My voice was almost alien as t he wor ds f ell out . I t was t hat day, t hat day, t hey at t acked. Jaina Hope
A Shadowed Lif e ?Go! Go! Go!? I scr eamed as I r an, my sist er j ust ahead of me. ?I ?m going, Addie!? My sist er yelled in r esponse. ?Go f ast er , Jackie!? I shout ed. ?Got cha!? A boy yelled as he gr abbed my ar m. ?Evan! How ar e you so f ast !? I giggled. I st ill r emember t he days when ever yt hing was happy. I miss t hose t imes. We wer e so car ef r ee back t hen. But she changed all t hat , what f or , I don?t know. Since t hat day, I was never t he same, none of us wer e. Only one good t hing came out of it , I was st r onger . How ir onic, t hey say "What doesn't kill you makes you st r onger ' f or me, it was what did kill me t hat made me st r onger .
Jaina Hope
For ever ?Amy, please st op!? Michael r eached a hand t owar ds Amanda as she lef t . ?Mike! You have t o under st and me!? She whipped ar ound, t he panic showing in her f ace. ?No, you have t o under st and me,? His voice slowed as he emphasised t he pr onouns. ?What exact ly is t her e t o under st and?? Her ar ms cr ossed against her chest . ?He isn?t himself ! Who you saw wasn?t Joey!? ?Well t hen who was he and wher e is Joey?? Amanda shout ed, her f ist s clenched as she t hr ew her ar ms down. ?I - !? He sighed t hen spoke, calmer t han bef or e ?I don?t know but it wasn?t him, j ust , I need you t o wor k wit h me her e,? He put his hands in his pocket s and looked away f r om her . ?She t ook a br eat h, ?Fine, but t he moment t his goes sout h, I ?m going t o leave,? She r eplied shar ply ?Deal,? He looked back up at her , ?Let ?s get st ar t ed.?
Jaina Hope
Bef or e It 's Gon e By: Han n ah M adison Listen as the darkest night creates a gentile harmony
Watch the soft light shine bright through the clouds
Breathe the cool, clear air
Appreciate it
Before it?s gone.
Near er M y God To Th ee By: Han n ah M adison I clutch my violin in my hand as I shakily set the bow on the string. I?ve never been more frightened. Adrenaline rushes through my body and I can hardly breathe. Screaming. Crying. I begin to play Nearer My God To Thee. With each wavering bow stroke I get closer and closer to death. The ship is filling up. The water is getting higher and higher. My shoes are submerged in the glacial water. The ice cold water burns my feet until they are numb. Snap. The deafening sound of the ship splitting. My eyes are welling up with tears and my bow stops. The freezing ocean sucks me in and traps me in it?s icy arms, as I take my last breath. My violin is ripped from my hand and all I see is the horrid, empty darkness of death.
A Br idge By: Han n ah M adison A bridge A bridge from happiness to sadness From sadness to happiness. A bridge A bridge from laughter to tears From tears to laughter. A bridge A bridge from love to hate From hate to love. A bridge A bridge from childhood to adulthood From adulthood to an elder. A bridge A bridge from Life to Death
The Box By: Becky
I?m stuck in a hollow box. A box I can?t get out of. The walls seems to close in. BANG! BANG! BANG! I beat against the freezing smooth metal wall. It?s no use. No one will hear me,no one will miss me, no one will save me. I?m stuck in here, going through every regret. The walls are getting closer. Won?t be long now. I wish I could go back wish I could so something different, that I hadn?t pushed so many people away. Wish someone would save me. Going back through the memories. One stands out. A young boy?s next to me, sitting on a tree, ? DO YOU EVEN WANT TO BE FRIENDS ANYMORE?!? he screamed, hurt and anger were very evident in his voice. He?s at the verge of tears. I stayed silent. WHY?! Why didn?t I say yes? I wanted to stay friends but I was too scared of being a burden to to to say yes. ?Fine.? the boy said with anger and betrayal the only expressions he showed. He ran away after that, never looking back. I was left there by the tree, crying and screeching on it like rain and thunder. If only I hadn?t been so scared to tell him just how much I wanted to stay friends, he would be might be here to save me now. Looking to the sky as I cry. It?s a sun set. The sun lowering in to sky, creating a purple light on the clouds. ? I have just lost my bestfriend' I thought to myself heartbroken. ?I?m such a idiot.?I scold myself.
I lay there looking at the sunset, as I continue to cry. As I wishing I had done something different as the memory fades. Back in the box the walls have gotten closer to me. I feel my heart races with terror. I close my eyes hoping to wake up in my bed and this all be a dream, but I was thrusted into another memory. I was in my old childhood bedroom, perched on my bright green toy chest. I was just staying sitting there staying there staring at my light blue door. I was surrounded by children of all ages. They ask me if I want to play, or if i could play with them. Some even beg me to play cars with them. I just stay silent. WHY?! WHY?! Why didn?t I say yes? Why didn?t i tell them how bad I wanted to play and make friends? I was too scared of being a burden to anyone. the memory begins to fade. as it fades I sit all alone on top of my toy box. the children playing playing games without me. In the real box, the walls are now touching me. The cold metal making me shiver. I prepare for death, but the walls have stopped but he walls have stopped moving. So this is how I shall live. All alone with no room for anyone. Just me myself and I. there?s only room for me. No friends. Well at least I won't be a burden.
Seasons of Success By: Becky Myers
A young girl saunters through a garden. The bright yellow sun shining brightly, warming everything it touches. Light violet flowers blossom out of dark green bushes. Deep crimson lavender stem from similar limbs. (Such a rare plant) Pale brown staircase leading to God knows where. Timidly the girl starts to ascend up the staircase slowly. The further she goes, the less vibrant the plants colors are. The once light violet turns a deep brown, the once deep crimson of the (rare) lavender is now gone, replaced with an almost black color. The deep green bush now a hazel color. The plants have, who once had so much life, had now wilted and died. The once very warm sun, is now not warming everything it touches as it once did, leaving things vulnerable for the cold to attack it. Horrified , the girl sprinted up the rest of the staircase. At the top of the seemingly never ending stairs, the bushes now have no leaves, or flowers. They have frozen over with pure white snow lightly placed on top. Every wilted flower, every dead leaf, has fallen off and was now invisible on the ground, concealed under a light powder of snow. The sun does little to nothing to warm anything up, it just provided light. So this is what she has to sacrifice to reach the top? The familiar beauty of the flowers and warmth of the shining sun, for success? Though this place has a beauty of its own. White snow was
everywhere, the sunlight reflecting off of it, as well as the icicles. She was here, looking at the beauty, all alone. To go higher she had to leave the old safe, comforting beauty for a new, colder, different, newer beauty. Leaving behind all the thoughts of doubt. Leaving behind anything telling her to stay, to not do it. To be her own person. -end-
GETTO KNOWME
WRITTENBY: KELLY-LYNNOWENS
I am me. I am myself and i am who i am. Some may find me to be annoying, controlling, intolerable, and maybe even a bit of a sad case. Those are the people who don't know me. The ones that never see the real me or even try to. On the outside you may see me in a certain way but i promise if you decide to get to know me. must choose my my pros over my cons, weigh out the bad, let me open up, and get to know me. You might just want to stick around.he L.
BOX
WRITTENBY: KELLY-LYNNOWENS
Box, box box box. i am box. The box. I am a boxy box with my 4 box sides. I am the greatest box of all box time. if your wondering what kind of box i am, i am just a great box.appreciate my amazing box face. L
THELIGHT
WRITTENBY: KELLY-LYNNOWENS
It's getting hard to concentrate. So many colors around me i can't comprehend. All the smells and sights keep me wondering, what waiting for me beyond the light? I begin to follow the light further scared of what i might find. I stop, just ahead of me its stands. within a blink of an eye is gone. I awaken, cold sweat drips on the back of my neck, my hands are shaking, then i see it again. I realize none of this was ever a dream. i'm stuck in reality and can't get out. L.
Olive Toast A jar of green olives 9 oz. big is $4.
A loaf of bread on the discount rack is $0.69
The cost of Princeton is $85 K Olive toast is cheap You can eat Olive toast while at Princeton Because Olive Toast Is Cheap No Drinks No Partying Studying. Passing.
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Jocelyn
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St eve t h e Revolu t ion ar y Yet i Steve got out of bed and smoothed himself out, putting on his blue uniform and waking up his tent mates so they could start the day. One sat up and hit his head. This one?s wife was pregnant, but he didn?t know yet. Steve should know, he ate the letter.
The men got up, getting themselves ready for the day before lining up outside, standing straight so they could pay attention to General George Washington. Was Steve scared? No. Lieutenant Colonel Steve was not scared. But he kept quiet, no smiling, because he felt like this man deserved the utmost respect.
During warmups, Steve did push-ups with his fellow men doing push-ups on his back. He saw someone slipping on the damp morning grass and ran to tend to him. A broken ankle. Steve had medical training, so he was able to tend to it properly. Unfortunately, since Steve had medical training, an excited man pulled him away to take the position of Doctor for the duel. Steve hated duels, but he didn?t have the heart to tell them that he didn?t want to be a part of this. The bullet was fired, and Steve was proud to say that nobody died after he tended to the wounded man damaged by the gunshot.
As the army marched, Steve told the men stories of his wife and two beautiful children. The men loved hearing about Steve Jr. getting into trouble, and Stevette Jr.?s desire to be a nurse ?just like daddy?.
?Grunnnn.? Steve finished the story with, earning a laugh from the fellow soldiers around him.
?Ah, classic Steve Jr. He?ll grow up to be a fine young man, just like his father.?
?Grunnnn??
?Yes, all parents have a right to worry about their kids. You?re doing just fine as a dad.? One told him reassuringly.
The soldiers arrived at the battle. The sound of gunfire as it began, cries of pain filling the air as dirt was kicked up into the soldiers?eyes. They won the battle. The men cheered triumphantly, glad the war was turning into their favor. Everyone slowly fell silent as they realized one of the familiar cheers was missing. They looked around, before one pointed at the grim sight weakly. Steve lay on the ground. He?d been shot. All the men gathered around him. His best friend gripped his large hand tightly.
?Steve, buddy, hang in there. We?re gonna get you a doctor, it?s all gonna be alright.?
?Grunnnn? ? ?No, Steve! You?re gonna tell her yourself!!? He said firmly. Steve weakly told his friends his favorite memories, of his family and home. Eventually, the doctor arrived, and tended to his wounds. Sadly, to no avail. Steve was in the big ice cave in the sky a few hours later. The funeral was held on Friday, all the men cried. They would truly miss their friend?s stories, his presence, his reassurance and helpfulness. How he worded everything so eloquently, yet easy to understand. The General delivered a speech. ?Men, today is quite tragic. But in times like these, it is appropriate to remember what Lieutenant Colonel Steve would always tell us.? The men shut their eyes and chorused.
(By Jocelyn Snodderly)
?To live is temporary, to love is forever.? ?Mrs. Iceman will now deliver a speech.? She stood on the soap box, wiping away her tears using the sides of her bonnet. ?Grunnnnn.? She explained to the audience, causing grown men to force back their tears, wipe them away and smile.
The motivation was all they needed. That little extra push to send them along with their lives. The men would forever tell the tale of Steve. Revolutionary Hero. Revolutionary Yeti.
Ciar a Tillm an Sh or t St or y of LIf e They say you live once. That is true. One life is one chance. You get multiple changes in life, but one chance of life. Live every possible moment. Don?t take the little things for granted. Have fun with your friends. Make every possible memory with them. Your life is precious. Take risks, make adventures, and be unique. Stand out from the crowd! Be unique in your own special way. Don?t afraid to make mistakes. Mistakes are beautiful. You make them then learn from them. Have fun while you have the chance.
Ciar a Tillm an M ou n t ain s Frigid. Freezing. My body is a frozen statue. -27 degrees fahrenheit. I?m climbing up the mountain like a turtle. Very slow paced. The air had a sharp, bitter taste. It nearly froze my tongue. It?s a hazard to stumble up a mountain. I can?t help it though. The beauty is like no other. The olive green trees are covered with snow. They stand below the mountains. I decide to sit and admire the beauty. The wind keeps knocking me over. I didn?t make it far, but I made it to somewhere. Somewhere is better than nowhere. The trees are hundreds of feet away from me and I?m thousands of feet away from the top. But maybe I don?t have to make it to the top. Maybe I could just sit and watch. I don?t see any animals. Probably due to the cold. Some are afraid of the cold. I don?t understand why. It does affect my body, but not myself. Nature is something to admire. Don?t take beauty for granted .
Ciar a Tillm an Rock Rose I am tough as a rock But dainty as a rose. On the outside I?m strong. On the inside I?m weak. It?s apparent to me That I?m two in one. What a grotesque combination. They don?t go together. I?m seen as a rock. Rocks are sometimes thrown Against the pavement. They are tough until they BREAK. I am tough until I BREAK. Roses are cared for. When not, they Deteriorate. I need love before I Deteriorate. Both rocks and roses are Misused.
We take them for Granted. I should be called Rock Rose for that reason. Maybe it?s me. Maybe I?m the Reason for this. I might be And that?s okay. I just don?t Want to be taken For granted. I?m not going to be Alive forever. You won?t either. And on that note, Rock Rose. Remember that.
WRITTEN BY: CRIS TORRES Y TORRES
SINKING OF THE TITANIC I A M T H E T I TA N I C , I R EC EN T L Y F I N I SH ED CO N ST R U C T I O N A N D I A M M A K I N G M Y F I R ST V O YA G E T O A M ER I C A . EV ER Y T H I N G W A S G O I N G SM O O T H L Y U N T I L I C A M E I N CO N TA C T W I T H A N I C EB ER G A N D EV EN T H O U G H I Y EL P ED I N PA I N , T H E A B O A R D M E D I D N O T R ESP O N D Q U I C K L Y EN O U G H . A F T ER A W H I L E, T H E ST R A I N F R O M M Y R I V ET S CO M I N G A PA R T W A S T O O M U C H T O H A N D L E A N D B EG A N B R EA K I N G I N H A L F ! T H E PA SSEN G ER S B EG A N C L I M B I N G O N T O L I F EB O A T S. I CO U L D F EEL T H E ST R A I N G R O W I N G A S T H E P EO P L E CO N T I N U ED T O F R A N T I C A L L Y R A C E T O L I F EB O A T S I N A N EF F O R T T O SU R V I V E. I CO N T I N U ED T O B R EA K A PA R T A S L I F EB O A T S W ER E L O W ER ED T O F R EEZ I N G SEA W A T ER B EL O W . I K N O W N O T A L L O F T H E PA SSEN G ER S W O U L D M A K E I T O F F , A H O R R I B L E FA T E. A S A L L O F T H E L I F EB O A T S F I N I SH ED B EI N G L O W ER ED O N T O T H E F R EEZ I N G SEA W A T ER B EL O W , T H E EN D H A D F I N A L L Y CO M E, I W A S B R EA K I N G I N H A L F ! T H E EN D W A S C L O SE A N D A S T H E SM EL L O F D EA T H F I L L ED T H E A I R , I L O ST CO N SC I O U SN ESS, N EV ER T O W A K E U P A G A I N .
W RIT T EN B Y: CRIS TO RRES Y TO RRES
LO ST STA RS Isolated, stranded, alone. Found, Two hearts melting into one, Love can always find a way, even in the darkest corners.
THEBOXFOX
WRITTENBY: CRIS TORRESYTORRES
Th er e w as a box an d in t h e box w as a f ox. Th e f ox m ock ed t h e ox ou t side of t h e box. Th e f ox t r ied t o t em pt t h e ox t o com e in side t h e box, Jock s t r ied t o k n ock t h e box w it h t h e f ox dow n a h ill, w h ich scar ed t h e ox. Th e f ox w it h it s pair of sock s t r ied t o box t h e ox. Th e f ox sock ed t h e ox w it h it s pair of sock s. Appr oach in g t h e box w as a t r ee w h ich h ad m an y bees. Th e bees k n ee t h e t r ee. Th e t r ee k n ees t h e bees. Th e k n ee bees t h e t r ee. Th e bees k n eed m e. Th e t r ee ch ar ged a f ee f or bees k n eein g m e. As t h e ox an d t h e box con t in u ed t o box, t h ey r olled dow n t h e h ill w h er e t h e bees w er e k n eein g t h e t r ee. It began r ain in g w it h t h e plan e f lyin g w it h Ban e. Th e f ox?s sock s w it h t h e ox an d t h e box h id u n der t h e t r ee w it h t h e bees t o st ay aw ay f r om t h e r ain w it h t h e plan e an d t h e t r ain . Ju st t h en , t h e w or ld t u r n ed pu r ple w it h a dash of blu e. Th e t r ee pr ot ect ed t h e ox?s box?s f ox?s sock s. Th e t r ee h ad a bee t h at cou ld see t h e k n ee of a cr eat u r e w it h a n eat sh ir t com in g f r om t h e Pu r ple Em pir e. Th e Pu r ple Em pir e in vaded an d par aded in t o t h e t r ee an d w aged w ar again st t h e ox?s box?s f ox?s sock s. Th ey k n ew t h ey h ad t o r u n an d escaped.
.Ju st as t h e ox?s box?s f ox?s sock s h ad escaped t h e Pu r ple Em pir e, t h ey began t o be in vaded by an ot h er box, bu t t h is box w as n ot lik e t h e last box. Th is box w as car dboar d an d pu r ple w it h a dash of blu e. Th e ox?s box?s f ox?s sock s at t em pt ed t o bat t le t h e box ar m y f or 93 cen t u r ies, bu t even t u ally su ccam e t o t h e over w h elm in g legion s of t h e Pu r ple Em pir e.
The Girl by: Brooklyn Zeman
The Gir l
What is t he point of being al one?
She wait ed. Why was she al l al one? She sat by her sel f in a cor ner . Why did she choose t o be l onel y? She was wr it ing in a book. She l ooked sad. Why did she isol at e her sel f ?
She needs hel p, she needs a f r iend. I wal k t o wher e she is and sit down beside her . She f r eezes up. She t r ies t o scoot away but I gr ab her hands. ? Why ar e you al one? Get some f r iends! ? she st ays quiet .
She act s as if she?s invisibl e. Like she?s al l al one. Why be al one when you can have f r iends ar ound? She st ands up t o wait at t he back of t he l ine. She keeps her dist ance f r om ot her s. She doesn?t t al k.
? I wil l be your f r iend! ? she l ooks at me and whisper s ? t hank you. . . ?. Now she has f r iends, she is happy. She t al ks, she doesn't hide her f ace. She is no l onger al one.
Is she af r aid? She hides her f ace. She car r ies ar ound her not ebook. She gr abs her f ood and wal ks back t o her cor ner .
The Clouds By: Brooklyn Zeman
Wr it ing int o t he day The sky t ur ned t o cot t on candy bef or e her eyes. The color s clashing t o make a deep pur ple in t he sky. The clouds cr eat ing magical shadows acr oss t he f ields. The sun peeking t hr ough t he sky t o get a bet t er glimpse of our wor ld f r om above. The light bouncing of f t he waves t o cr eat e a r ainbow ef f ect . The wood f ences glit t er ing in t he sunlight .The gr ass a vibr ant gr een f or m t he sunlight br inging it back f r om last weeks cold br eeze. She looked down and said ? This is a wor ld t hat used t o be beaut if ul wit h all of it s color s and t he animals in it , but now people ar e dest r oying t he beaut y it once had. Killing t he animals, dest r oying habit at s, and dest r oying t he t hings we once t hought was beaut if ul. Look what our wor ld has become, and t his is all f r om us humans. I will f ix t his wor ld, br ing it back t o it s f or mer glor y. I will show people what beaut y it st ill has and hope t hey can f ix t he wr ong t hey have done!?
I walk up to the cash register and ordered one hot dog with ketchup and fries. The person at the counter rolled his eyes and goes to fetch my order. He comes back a few minutes later with my food. As he hands it to me I can hear him mumble something under his breath.
KARYN TOOKTHE KIDS!! BY: BROOKLYN ZEMAN
It sounded a lot like ?why did Karyn take the kids?. I looked at him and wondered who Karyn was and what he meant by ?the kids?. I walk out of the store, I'm the only one left. Then I hear him yelling. I look through the windows to see him on the phone. ?W HY DID YOU TAKE THE KIDS!! I am their father, you can?t keep them away from me, Karyn!?
It looked like he was on the phone with that Karyn person. I walked into the store when he was halfway into a sentence. He looked up and screamed. He ran out of the store crying yelling ?W HY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE KIDS KARYN!!? I walked out of the store and called my mom. ?Hello, this is Karyn?she said. I smiled ?hello mom. . .?
Wh a t we h o pe f o r t h e f u t u r e... A hope I have for the world?s future is that humans will finally see common ground between each other and that all conflicts will end, although I see this as a hard thing to do as humans natural tendency is to insight conflict. - Cris Torres y Torres I hope that everyone can find peace and happiness and work together, sorta - Brooklyn I hope that one day the world will work together to protect the earth and make it a better place. -Kelly-lynn I wish for a better and luckier world where everyone can work to their own accords - henry I hope that everyone can find a good state of mind and be happy- Lily I h o pe t h a t peo ple will r ea liz e t h a t if we d o n ?t f ix t h e wo r ld n o w, it ma y n o t b e a va ila b le la t er - J a in a I hope that people will come together to make a greener planet! - Hannah I ho pe t hat peo ple realize t hat it ?s beneficial t o be nice and t o accept peo ple fo r who t hey are- Chlo e I hope that we can eventually get on the same page about our futures, rather we will be alive to see the end of it or not. - Hailey I hope that all of us can treat each other equally- Ciara I Hope everyone can accept each other for who they are, - Brynna I ho pe t hat m y parent s wo n't be as st ressed all t he t im e.- B ecky
I wish fo r no war. -Cheesy
Wh a t we'd lo ve t o d o wh en we'r e o ld er ... I?d like to start a business when I?m older. - Cris I want to be alone for the rest of my life - Brooklyn I want to have a room filled with sloths-henry I want to start an animal shelter -kelly-lynn I want to travel around the world-Lily I wa n t t o b e pu b lis h ed - J a in a I want to travel the world - Hannah I want to work on comic books and work with bands. - Hailey I want t o t ravel t o so m e o t her co unt ries and read m o re am azing- Chlo e I want to be a physical therapist-Ciara I want to be a psychologist. -Brynna I want t o a neuro surgeo n.- B ecky I want t o be P resident o f t he Unit ed S t at es- Cheesy
Wh a t we'r e pr o u d o f ... One thing I?m really proud of is my poem I made for the book I had, Star Wars: Lost Stars. - Cris One thing I am proud of is how my world changed a little too soon for me to understand - Brooklyn One thing im proud of is my anthology for last years writing camp - Kelly-lynn I?m extremley proud of a small snow globe I have.-henry I am proud of my first soccer medal i won- Lily I a m pr o u d o f a ll o f t h e c o u r t eo u s s t u d io a wa r d s we h a ve wo n a t c o mpet it io n s - J a in a One thing I?m proud of is actually coming to writing camp, I almost didn?t come, but I?m glad I decided against that because I have made great friends and have had a great time! - Hannah I'm proud of my cosplays i've made - Hailey I?m proud of my dancing-Ciara I?m pro ud o f a cro wn I m ade using o nly wire- Chlo e I?m proud of taking care of my hamster Bumble and being able to provide for him with my own money. -Brynna M aking m y parent s pro ud. - B ecky
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