Kids in Print - 2021

Ram Jada Broome / Age 16

CONTRIB UTORS Anderson, Maleah

15

Mirosavich, Graham

40

Broome, Jada

Cover, 33

Mirosavich, Lillian

32

Broughton, Sadee

10

Mirosavich, Nathan

36

Bryan, Isis

13

Morgan, Norah

30

Byars, Braelyn

3

Morris, Felicity

17

Calmese, Jaleea

22

Powell, Evie

16

Daniels, Memphis

39

Rollins, Logan

19, Back Cover

David, Addison

9

Sambenedetto, Giovanni

36

Davis, Kamoni

14

Sapienza, Cameron

Title Page

Dillon, Alice

20

Simmons, Jordan

Inside Back Cover

Dillon, Nate

24

Simmons, Taliah

5

Ellington, Susan Faith

3

Smith, Carenza

6

Famolari, Sophia

21

Stewart, Dominik

28

Farrell, Madelyn

7

Stockard, Lily

23

Fatima, Ridha

8

Stuart, Audrey

34

Fowlkes, Ashley

4

Viera, Moriyah

18

Gatson, Nicholas

7

Wachtel, Max

38

Greer, Madeleine

11

Wachtel, Sophie

16

Jackson, Leila

29

Watson, Jordan

37

Hill, Margaret James

21

Wheeler, Cameron

26

Kisner-Drennan, Grace

23

White, Alli

2

Kisner-Drennan, Lucy

20

Whitelaw, Hayden

12

Koparov, Christopher

25

Whitelaw, Haley

31, 35

Miller, Brant

27

Quarantine Halloween Cameron Sapienza / Age 17

2021

Thoughts Inside My Head I can’t figure out who to believe The government is too concerned With keeping them all calm But I just want to know what I’m supposed to do to keep My neighbors safe I watch as the numbers climb higher Than they’ve ever been before But it doesn’t seem that anybody cares They go about their business Rushing along from place to place Maybe they don’t notice and maybe They don’t care I don’t understand the science behind the numbers I can’t explain what makes it happen Am I doing anything when I follow The rules that have been set?

Or is it all in vain in the end?

Even if it is, we can at least Be doing something That might be better than nothing We’re trying But the conclusion that I always arrive at Is that we have to try harder We have to do our best We have to do our part

Alli White / Age 15

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Still Thankful A challenging year

Birds On a Wire Braelyn Byars / Age 11

Yet Still thankful.

Not your typical 13-year-old Reading books Playing and walking Talking and laughing Always good Never spoiled.

Home is where I am safe.

“Home is where the heart is.”

Thankfulness A powerful way to be happy Even when bad things happen.

Susan Faith Ellington / Age 13

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Perspective Ashley Fowlkes / Age 15

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Seeing Yourself Neither me nor you are this or that.

We are a product of our feelings,

our emotions

When I see you, I can see me.

Everything fits hand in hand,

it snaps like a puzzle

When I see me, I see the world.

It works together and makes it balanced,

a perfect balance

When you see you, you can see the world Take a picture that can last forever,

it can’t be destroyed

When you cherish it, you cherish yourself.

Your thoughts, your emotions, this picture will always be there,

the picture is limitless

Nothing will ever contain it, When you are you

Taliah Simmons / Age 9

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A Crazy Day at School The day started out like any normal day for Bella. She sat up in bed and stretched.

Then she sighed and laid down again.

They sat in their usual spots. Bella sat next to the window.

Suddenly the light turned on, blinding Bella. She turned over and groaned.

When they got to the school, Bella and May walked in together. Bella yawned and stretched as they passed the second graders.

“Why don’t you ever get up early?” asked Mary, her older sister. “You might miss the bus if you don’t hurry up.”

“I didn’t get much sleep,” said May. “I didn’t either,” said Bella.

Bella sat up and rubbed her eyes. She got up and changed into her favorite blue shirt and unicorn pants. She put on her black backpack.

“Bye, Mom,” said Bella as she grabbed a granola bar and walked out the door to the bus stop.

Bella’s friend May walked up to the bus stop. “Hi Bella,” said May. They stood in silence until the bus came.

“What do you think we’re going to do at school?” Bella asked, climbing onto the bus.

“I don’t know,” said May, following Bella.

They walked into the classroom. It was unusually quiet. It usually was very loud.

Bella nervously put her backpack away.

She sat down and started quietly doing the morning work.

Bella looked up at May. All of a sudden everything got loud. Then everybody and everything started to float. Everybody began to play ball, even the teacher!

Only May watched in bewilderment.

Then she turned into a strong man! Then a tornado started to form. It was chaos!

Bella sat up in bed and gasped.

It was just a dream.

Carenza Smith / Age 9

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Zebra Macaw Nicholas Gatson / Age 9

Every Day On Monday I leapt across the jungle green with my slimy frog-like legs, On Tuesday I was a lion great and all the humans looked like pegs.

On Wednesday I swam the Arctic as a polar bear a-freezing, On Thursday I was a coyote mean, fighting for food others were seizing.

On Friday I was a daring eagle, soaring big and bold, On Saturday I was a hyper monkey, never doing what I’m told.

On Sunday I am my normal self, giving my life some ease, How do I do my shapeshifting? It’s easy­—just fuel your imagination and take off in the wonderful breeze.

Madelyn Farrell / Age 9

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They Told Her That Her Beauty Was Not Real Because she did not disfigure her face Beyond recognition, did not use tweezers To try and pluck the flaws from her skin Like everyone else. They told her That a rose’s real beauty came from its thorns, From the way it pricked its elegance into your Veins and left glistening petals of blood Just on the tips of your fingers. Yes, real beauty hurts To even look at, to touch, the same way you can see a snake Bare its glistening ivory fangs before it sinks them into your

Flesh. But she told them she didn’t need their Close-cropped beauty standards. She would watch from afar And laugh as they tried to choke down their own words. She said She didn’t need them to see her the way she saw herself, because a rose’s beauty Does not come from its thorns or its petals But from the fact that every day it tries

To grow. And so they snarled at her, said she couldn’t possibly breathe The same air as them. She laughed and said she would Fly to the clouds and breathe something better.

They threatened to clip her wings, and she said she’d Run into the forest and dance with the flowers and trees.

They said they would take the music inside her And crush it until she could never hear it again. And she Told them she would still dance in her heart’s home, Under the music of its creaking floorboards.

Ridha Fatima / Age 17

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Eye Addison David / Age 13

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Untitled Sadee Broughton / Age 14

One More Time She was sitting on the front porch, watching fluffy cotton clouds slowly morph and change shape. The tranquil sight was ruined at the sight of the postman arriving with a strange-looking letter. Her face grew pale as she immediately realized what the contents must bring.

He needs you.

The postman chuckled as he handed her the letter, asking her what was in it. She gave him no answer, only bobbing her head in an absentminded greeting and dashing inside.

With trembling hands, she ripped the envelope open and yanked out the note within.

It contained only three short lines, but it was enough. She read them over several times in rapid succession to make sure that she understood.

He. Needs. Your. Help.

She threw the note aside, burying her face in her hands, sitting there in silence for several long minutes. Then recalling herself, she stood up briskly and snatched up some matches and set fire to the note. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she watched the dancing orange flames consume the crisp white paper that shriveled and blackened.

When the contents had been disposed of, she rubbed her eyes tiredly, muttering under her breath, “I can’t do it. I can’t do it.”

She got up and began pacing the room.

“But he needs me? How can I leave him?

But what if… what if… Ahh… I can’t risk it.

I just can’t.”

I can’t.

He’s desperate.

But what if—

She sat down on her bed, covering her face once again so that only her dark eyes peeped out from behind her fingers. After a moment more of thought, she stood up, determination creasing her features.

“I will,” she whispered to herself.

“I will,” she said more loudly.

“Just one more time. One more time.”

She closed her eyes, relaxing the overly tense muscles of her body. Breathe. In and out. In… and out. Her frightened features smoothed out as confidence flowed in with each breath.

Her hands knotted into fists. And then… …She glowed.

One. More.

Time.

Madeleine Greer / Age 16

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Freedom Hayden Whitelaw / Age 8

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Freedom is Not Free Together, we are one.

Apart, we are none.

Success is our goal.

Life is our obstacle.

And freedom?

Freedom is the song that continuously plays in our heads.

It’s the bell that never stops ringing, it’s the Earth that never stops rotating, and it’s the pain that never goes away.

To reach our freedom, we must combine our ideas, our thoughts, and our wishes and use the power that comes out We have to use that power for good, for others, for ourselves.

We have to be united, and map our way through life together.

Life is just an obstacle that blocks our freedom day to day.

It seems like no one will find hope nor energy in this dark shadow.

The shadow that looms over us daily, monthly, yearly, in an endless loop.

Everyone fights different battles in different ways, but no matter your condition, that shadow with emptiness lies over us and brings us down.

No one tries to see it.

No one chooses to see it.

And no one will even think to be it.

You can’t be free if our world is split into two.

Us humans are classified into all of our different races, and we are all treated differently, some better than others.

If we use the powers that are deep inside us, we can make one world where people of different races, genders, nationalities, and traditions can live in a world together.

A world where everyone’s traditions and hopes are encouraged and fulfilled.

A world where a young, black, smart girl can attend school with girls and boys of different races and be treated with respect, and be treated equally.

A world where black girls and boys and white girls and boys can play on the streets, in harmony, without any issues or parents pulling their kids in and saying “You can no longer play with them, they’re too dangerous.”

A world where someone can get a job and not get fired, buy a house and not get evicted, go to a store and not get arrested.

A world that’s not perfect, but good enough for people to live in unity.

Isis Bryan / Age 11 Kids in Print 2021 | 13

Everlasting Love or Everlasting Loyalty Dear Love, do I want you forever Or just to fulfill my loneliness When there is no comfort neighboring my sorrows?

I look to you and wonder who my loyalty lies with.

I cry some nights Praying that the sun rises from behind the mountains in time Only to have an abundance Of dark clouds blocking the sight my eyes provide— I am back where I started.

It seems as if love is not my destiny But I shall love my destiny.

I shall accept that I have to make a decision.

Everlasting love or everlasting loyalty?

There is no deflection near to grip onto anymore.

Dear Loyalty, do I want you for eternity Or just to fulfill my need of trust, allegiance, and someone to Owe as well as desire loyalty to me?

I seem to find myself grappling onto The rotten end of the stick.

So I question my actions to foresee if I am the rotten twig.

The rotten twig that lays underneath my own branch.

Now I realize with no leaves around to comfort Me in this cold and weary night I have no place for love to lie and Nowhere for loyalty to go.

Oh so different, The way love dances and the way loyalty prances But still oh so different.

The attached hatred of love and the mindful courtesy of loyalty can still be sought by someone who needs both but the difference still lays in devotion.

Kamoni Davis / Age 15

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Sunflowers Downtown Maleah Anderson / Age 14

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The Regular Page The first crisp page of a book. The unwrinkled page, ready to have deep stains from the sharp end of the pencil.

The lead touching the thin brisk paper.

Maybe a hole will show on the corner of the page? The dark red line goes straight down the side, telling you where to start and end.

The blue lines are like an ocean, and you are writing the waves. The eraser marks are scattered on each line like a fish casually swimming along. Each time you write a word is like the sound of waves crashing in your ear. When the lead shortens, the pencil is dull, but you keep making the waves.

The blank page is still not finished.The fish soon multiply, the waves coming faster and faster. The barrier doesn’t stop you. Each wave is one foot closer to the damp basement. The waves bigger, and stronger—strong enough to blow the beach umbrellas away.

But it’s 5:30 and the tide slowly goes in.

The damp basement doesn’t get wet and the umbrellas are now scattered across the blue lines. Soon the waves come to an end. The sun goes down, and everybody leaves. The beach is empty.

Evie Powell / Age 11

The Graduation I get her big sunny room all to myself.

I get her cat.

I get her huge closet to put my ballet costumes in.

I get more attention from my mom and dad.

I get all of her books and a window seat to curl up and read them in.

I get a lot.

But, I lose a sister.

My nice, kind, funny sister Eleanor.

Sophie Wachtel / Age 10

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My Sister Sledding Felicity Morris / Age 7

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People Can Be Sweet People can be sweet It’s like a sweet treat It can be neat And it can also make a good beat But that’s not always the case And it’s never in a certain place Look around Hear the sound There’s got to be someone nice around One right here One right there You can find them anywhere They have a warm heart It can make a good start They warm you up with heat Those people can be sweet.

Moriyah Viera / Age 17

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Portrait Logan Rollins / Age 14

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Hand Alice Dillon / Age 6

The Pros and Cons of Dance I lift my head and dance on the tips of my toes Dancing away all of my foes Then I turn, then I leap I kick my enemies and they land at my feet Dancing is harder than you think I push myself a little more I won’t collapse to the floor! I keep on dancing But I can’t just help myself to think “Try to point your feet.”

Lucy Kisner-Drennan / Age 12

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Snowman Snowmen— what a treat!

Nose of carrot and little feet On its face two eyes of coal With a bright and snowy soul.

Man with arms made of sticks And in summer melts so quick Next my snowman is gone.

Sophia Famolari / Age 9

The Hand Margaret James Hill / Age 7

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The Animal Switch It was a bright Sunday morning. “Bark! Bark!”

“UGH!!!” said Jaleea as she got out of the bed. “I wonder what the dogs are barking at?” She went downstairs to see that there were two extra dogs in her house.

“Mom, who are these two extra dogs in our house?” She yelled again. As she walked into her mom’s room, she heard her mom say that she was in the dogs’ room.

“Mom, where are you? I don’t see you,” said Jaleea.

“I’m right here,” said a beagle in her mom’s voice. Jaleea was shocked. She had never seen a dog talk before.

“Maybe he has a spell or something on him,” said Javon.

“But how do we undo the spell or curse or whatever it is?” asked Jaleea.

“Wait! I think I know a person,” said Jaleea’s mom. With Jaleea’s help, she called her best friend, Veronica.

“How are we going to turn back into humans?” asked Javon.

“Okay, Veronica said she will come over at night so she can get her things ready.

Later that night, they heard the doorbell ring.

Jaleea ran to the door. “Sorry, I’m late,” said Veronica.

“Mom, what happened to you?”

“Well, all I remember was that me and Javon…”

“Wait! Where is Javon?” asked Jaleea.

“I’m right here!” said a brown chow chow happily. “Anyways, back to you—where is Mom?” “What do you remember?” asked Jaleea.

“All I remember is letting the dogs outside and Pepper acting really weird like there was something wrong with him. We tried petting Pepper to make him calm and then it seemed like nothing was wrong.”

“We checked to see,” said Mom. “Maybe when we touched Pepper we turned into dogs…”

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“Did you get the stuff to turn Mom and Javon back?”

“Yes, we are ready,” Veronica said and began the spell.

The two of them chanted “Turn us back!

Turn us back! Turn us back!”

Suddenly, Javon and Jaleea’s mom turned back into humans again. Jaleea ran and gave both her mom and Javon a hug.

“I’m glad the spell worked.” Then she gave Veronica a hug. “Thanks for helping us!”

“Can we go get some food now?

I’m starving,” said Javon.

Jaleea Calmese / Age 12

The Life of a Cat The life of a cat is a breeze.

They can do whatever they please.

They sleep and they jump and they run and they play They can do whatever they want to all day Wild or domestic, nice or mean, they can still do whatever They please.

They can sleep like Snoozen or run like Socks They can ruin your furniture and bring home dead hawks.

Colors and purr-sonalites, Fast or slow.

They know where to go!

The Life of a Cat!

Grace Kisner-Drennan / Age 12

The Witches Here are the witches We’ll give them a whack, So they’ll stay away, And never come back!

Lily Stockard / Age 8

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U.S. Population

The Kids’ Right to Vote January 19, 2021 The Honorable James E. Clyburn 1225 Lady St., Suite 200 Columbia, SC 29201

Adults

Children

Dear Representative Clyburn, I am a ten year old constituent of yours who thinks that children age 12-17 should have the right to vote. Children have no real power in the government. Children’s lives can be affected by elections, yet we have no say. School board elections affect our lives every day. If people have an early start at voting, they will be more likely to vote into adulthood. The reason this is important is that only 52-55% of youths age 18-29 voted in the 2020 general election. These numbers could majorly skyrocket if they could vote at an earlier age. I also think that in this pandemic, we children need a glimmer of hope.

Children will also be likely to vote for stricter gun laws, due to school shootings.

Besides, more people would vote for you. Children account for 22.6% of the population. So we almost make a quarter of the U.S. population. Many children have large concerns about the future of our nation. I for one am worried about climate change. It would not just make thousands of species extinct and millions of humans die, but gas prices will rise and put a large dent in our economy if we don’t act now. This is why I think that you should propose a bill to lower the voting age.

Sincerely,

Nathaniel O’dare Dillon Columbia, SC

Nate Dillon / Age 10

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S.C. Bike Trails for Kids I am going to tell you about three kid-friendly, fun, and amazingly awesome bike trails in South Carolina (S.C.): Stumphouse Mountain Bike Park is my favorite out of the three.

It is in Walhalla, S.C. It’s a dirt trail with lots of bridges and rollers (or series of humps) that are fun to jump over. It has a lot of different bike trails to go on. While you are there, you could see the Issaqueena Falls. It is a 100 foot-high cascade waterfall!!!! You could also see the Stumphouse Tunnel. It’s very dark and there’s water dripping from the walls and it’s VERY scary!!!!

The next out of the three is Sesquicentennial State Park. It is off Two Notch Road near Columbia, S.C. Sesqui is a fun sand trail but on one part, it is gravel. It is in calming, quiet woods. This trail is more difficult than Stumphouse because it is mostly uphill. At Sesqui, there is a lake with geese right next to the playground.

Last but not least is the new Saluda Riverwalk. It is located on Candi Lane in Columbia, S.C. You can go left or right. If you go left, there is a boardwalk that leads to an island that you can bike on and walk around. If you go right, there is a concrete trail next to the Saluda River. My favorite part is the island. On the island there’s a path. If you follow the path, you see an overlook. By the overlook there is a steepish dirt trail that goes to a beach. The beach has a lot of low trees that are good for climbing on. If you take one step from one of those trees, you’re going to be in the Saluda River.

I have some advice for kids who want to try these trails. You should always have a snack, water, and always bring a helmet! Don’t use road bikes in Sesqui and Stumphouse. Don’t go to Stumphouse right after a rainy day because it’s dangerous. My last piece of advice is have fun!

Christopher Koparov / Age 9

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Fishing Down a River I cast a rod into a river, here by the mountains while my toes shiver.

We go down the water, and nothing can bother me besides the cold weather that makes me want to leave.

It’s unpleasant to fish with fingers that are numb and support the rod with a frozen thumb.

But then the sun comes up with its warming rays, and it becomes pleasant to fish again-hooray!

I cast the rod back into the water.

Daddy and I are fishing with a guide, together.

Cameron Wheeler / Age 11

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A Raindrop’s Journey to Earth High up above, the very first raindrop of the coming storm condensed into existence. No sooner could it have realized its precarious predicament, for it was suddenly ripped from its home-cloud and sent plummeting down to Earth at breakneck speeds. It could feel itself elongating as it fell, pulled and stretched by the very same air that once supported it in the heavens. The world was coming into focus now; there were some trees, a park, a grassy hill and the raindrop exploded, bursting like a hand grenade onto the neck of a well-dressed young man examining lichen.

The man looks up from his work and says, “Seems it’s going to rain.”

Brant Miller / Age 16

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Bound Dominik Stewart / Age 14

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Cactus Leila Jackson / Age 12 Kids in Print 2021 | 29

The Legends of Ray’s Peak Lysandra walked down the dirt road that led to her house. She carried a bag heavy with books from the abandoned bookstore at the bottom of the mountain. In her hands she held The Legends of Ray’s Peak, a book that contained the legends of the mountain she called home.

The first story, The Legend of the Healing Creature, told of a beautiful princess arranged to marry a man she didn’t love. Just days before the wedding she ran away to a small village on the coast, but on her way she and her horse were gravely injured by an unseen monster. As her eyes began to close for what seemed to be the last time, she was able to make out a glimmering golden figure. When she came to, she was in the village that she had been trying to reach. She then met a boy and fell in love; living the rest of her life wondering who or what had saved her that day on the mountain.

As Lysandra continued to walk toward her home she began to hear rustling in the forest.

The world looked ominous and threatening.

The wind began to blow as clouds covered the sun and trees rattled and creaked.

Her leisurely walk broke into a run as she became more aware of the danger around her.

She ran blindly along the path not watching her footing. She slipped, falling over the path and down the mountain. Lysandra plummeted down onto the rocks below. As she fell, she felt the strange presence of something tumbling down next to her.

When she finally stopped moving, she was almost at the very bottom of the mountain.

Her leg screamed with pain. She looked down and pulled up her pant leg, revealing a long cut stretching from her knee to her ankle.

Reaching over, Lysandra picked up a small sharp rock and used it to cut off the remaining part of her pant leg, exposing her wound to the open air. She began to call for help, screaming at the top of her lungs. As she screamed, she looked around realizing exactly how grave her situation was. Her books that she so painstakingly collected were scattered around the mountain. The book closest to her was The Legends of Ray’s Peak. She reached for it and a creature that glittered like gold ran in front of her. She yanked her hand back and felt around for her knife. Before she could find it, the creature emerged once more. It was large and covered from head to foot in glittering golden fur that seemed to leave a trail of light wherever it walked.

The creature approached Lysandra, cornering her against a tree. She watched it carefully, looking for signs of aggression, but all she saw when she looked into its eyes was compassion and sympathy. The creature moved closer and bent its head down to her injured leg. It sniffed and then she felt its cold nose press against her wound. She yelped in protest, recoiling her hand to swat it away.

Suddenly, the pain eased and then vanished.

She gasped, looking down at her leg only to see a small scar running from her knee to her ankle. Lysandra stood up and gazed at the creature. It bowed its head and turned, disappearing into the wilderness. She called after it, running in the direction it went, picking up her books as she ran. She emerged from the forest only to realize that she had made it back home.

Lysandra raced towards her house. She smiled and walked inside knowing that it was only she that knew The Legend of the Healing Creature wasn’t just a legend.

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A Sea of Fire Waters rise as tides clash Rebellious fires, Calamities unlash A lachrymose cry echoes around Like a turbulent goodbye already bound The contumacious clouds baleful and defiant Raise up their fists with the restless giants A sea of fire burns with tremulous anger As the day approaches when it’s in danger Benevolent waves rise high above the others In a zealous system of solicitous brothers Persistent winds howl a stifled lamentation Carrying a revived conformation The Storm clashes with rumbles of thunder While millions are left sleeping in petrified slumber Behold the chaos of the Sea of Fire Ready to birth a new kind of power

Haley Whitelaw / Age 14

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Early Riser Lillian Mirosavich / Age 14

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Space Jada Broome / Age 16

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Tardigrades A tardigrade is a creature that is so small that you need a microscope to see it. It is only the size of the top of a needle. There are many different names for a tardigrade including water bear and moss piglet. They look like a tiny gummy bear. They have no eyes but their mouth looks like a suction cup. They are extremophiles, a word which here means one that can survive in extreme conditions like the bottom of the sea, outer space, the desert, or Antarctica. They mostly feed on moss and algae. Also, they have a thing called survival mode which is when they curl up when they are in an extreme condition and there is no water. They will wait 30 years if they have to for water to come! That’s why tardigrades are really cool!

Audrey Stuart / Age 9

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The Valley’s River Haley Whitelaw / Age 14

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Godzilla From radiation Massive Japanese Lizard Fierce monsters fight time

Nathan Mirosavich / Age 8

Walker Giovanni Sambenedetto / Age 14

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Trio of Saiyans Jordan Watson / Age 14

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My Octopus Teacher Max Wachtel / Age 10

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Shell Memphis Daniels / Age 12

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Carolina Morning Graham Mirosavich / Age 12

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Waiting to Be with You I am under the full moon in bed and all I can think of is you.

I love you with all of my heart and nothing, nothing can take that away. So I wrote this out just to show how much I love you. I am flying over a rainbow just to get to you. I will ride on the moon just to get to you. I am waiting and waiting just for the day when I can be with you.

Jordan Simmons / Age 7

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