Childhood Memory
Thanksgiving Dinner
By Avery Zody
I smelt the fresh scent of turkey and dinner being served. The lighting in the room was tinted with a golden yellow glow from the cheap two dollar candles. I heard the faint sounds of people entering the house. As I ran back to the table, excited for dinner, my parents brought in the turkey and stuffing. The table filled with people and food.
Childhood Memory
Back In The Day
By Brady
As I get in my great grandpa's side by side, we drive through his fields. When we look back we see bulls running after us like a pack of wolves. When we get to his bulldozer, he starts the engine and I can feel the ground vibrating. He starts to push down trees. As I hear them falling, like big thunderclaps, it shakes the ground and I'm amazed.
Pet Sketch
Bode
by Brent Campbell
Bode slept peacefully until he hears a sudden thump. He lifts his head, as a leathery ball nails him in the neck. His doggy head hurts, but he ignores it. “He makes a deep guttural sound and then goes back to sleep”. The person drops the ball on him (literally). He gets up to move his legs and licks his father with his slimy, stinky, rough, strip of flesh on his father’s foot. After that, he wishes to go for a walk so Bode peers into his brother’s office (also Bode’s bedroom), sees him doing his homework to screaming noises, (music) and he backs out to go and take a long sleep-deprived nap. He is annoyed that he can't be taken for a good long walk. He thinks, “I should sink my bone-white teeth into my brother's thigh right now”. It would be so nice to get my legs stretched but he is too selfish to just let me go for a walk. I would love to know why these stupid humans won’t just walk with a leash in their hands. I'm not that bad.
Childhood Memory
Runaway Bunny
by Cami Noble
Running, running, running, must catch her. Her long ears were flopping as she darted around the chicken coop, “Must catch Buttons”, I mumbled then paused, gasping for breath. Darting, she ran off into the distance, her white tail bobbing away forever, never to be seen again.
Cinquain Poem
By Charlie Wardle
Wolves
Dusky, menacing
Watching, lurking, lunging
Gleaming white teeth unsheathe
Hunters
Northern lights
By Clarity Partridge
My eyes opened I looked at the clock; it was 5 o’clock. I hopped out of my bed. My dad had all our home school stuff ready for the morning. He looked at me and smiled. “Sweetie, why are you up so early?” I ran to him and threw my arms around him. He laughed and his warm arms comforted me. His familiar scent made me smile. My excitement bubbled up in anticipation for our morning. I wormed my way out of his warm embrace and ran to get my swimsuit on. We ran across the icy snowy deck, our bare feet pattering and moving as fast as we could so our feet did not become cemented to the icy trap. We climbed in the hot and steamy water, our feet tingling. I dunked my head under the water, my hair instantly turning into icy spikes. I touched the spikes and they crunched under my fingers, icy crystals raining down from my hair. When I looked up at the star patterned sky, I noticed there was a wave of green frog. It twisted and faded at the bottom of the sky coming back even brighter. My dad looked at me and said, “Oh, it's Northern Lights.” We stared at the magical light.
Fairy Tale
One day an old man strolled down a cobblestone street. He peered into the small windows of the passing houses wondering what it must feel like to have food, to have meals like that and not be thirsty. All the passersby stared in disgust at his begging. No one, not even his friends knew that he was once a rich nobleman known throughout the land. His only wish was to one day have food on the table every day and live like he once did. When he awoke one morning, he was approached by two guards. They were guards sent by the king to remove everyone living on the streets. So he packed up the few things he had and headed for the forest. After days of searching for a suitable place to live, he found a village. When he entered the town he recognized it from his father’s description of where he had grown up and died. He looked through the town with great interest.
One of the men on the side of the street suddenly called out, “HEY! Everybody look! It is the king’s son.”
Everyone who heard him came running to greet him. They told him that they knew the king had a son but they didn’t know where so they started searching for him. However, now he appeared by himself. The next day everyone gathered to watch the crowning of their new king for the rest of his days.
The End
Acrostic Poem
By Hana Ramsey
Amazing, talented people
Come together to form a cast
Together as a team,
On stage as a character
Recreating books and
Stories, bringing them to life.
Show Not Tell (The Party Was Fun)
THE PARTY
By H.C.Keating
The sun seemed dim and unfocused in the background. It beat down off-center like a blurry mirage. The glimmering water hardly portrayed its freezing temperature. My fingers were white, gripping Charlie’s cold, clammy hands like a lifeline. I felt no fear. In a way I was barely worried. All I felt was a dull numbness and detachment, like watching the distant film of our lives. It was sad, but not too emotional to have no real feelings. We turned and walked down to the two, small, plastic, blue kayaks. Thorns caught on our wet swimsuits and we started the wet, cold, semi miserable journey back.
I spent the time whispering encouragement, estimating the remaining miles, and giving pep talks. We had only two one-person kayaks, so I had to swim next to the boats in the frigid water the whole way, not wishing my friends to suffer. When we arrived at the Pack River Store, exhausted, teeth-chattering, and cold to the bone, Taylor’s mother offered us chicken strips, and we took them wordlessly. The chicken seemed better than I ever remembered chicken tasting. Suddenly, Charlie paused, shivering and chewing long enough to exclaim, “It tastes like fish.”
And then it dawned on me.
Acrostic Poem
By Jasper Caslund
Something almost too great to describe
Unusual in nature
Put to use for every description of every feeling
Everlasting joy and contentment
Revealing every complicated feeling
Ceasing never to impress
Always quenching the need for a word
Love, hate, and anger
It describes all feelings
Forever will I use it
Replying to all questions
Always answering
Giving advice through this complicated word
Inventing new things that this
Lovely word can mean
It is so complex of feeling
Such a word as
This can be the only word that
Is usable for a
Context such as this feeling presents
Exceptional meaning
X-raying anyone's complex feelings into one
Particular word
I'm inclined to use it
Always and anyone who
Loves it as much as
I will know that it
Does never stop to
Opening people's eyes with its
Complex meaning
It always
Opens a new path in the
Unusual human mind
Sometimes this is the only word to put our feelings and ideas into words.
Alternate Surprise Ending
Sherlock Holmes
By Madisen Downen
The next day Sherlock Holmes, Watson, and the king knocked on Irene Adler's door dressed as house inspectors. A servant answered, letting them in almost like she was expecting them. Holmes said, “We are not the only men here. I saw big leather boots by the door”.
The three men walked into the sitting room. Irene came in offering them to stay for breakfast, Holmes humbly accepted the invitation. The servants walked in with a fruity, filling meal. Holmes sniffed the air for poison but did not detect any. The king was staring at the woman's face with angry eyes. They ate the food but then the king requested to be excused to go to the bathroom. Irene excused him.
The king went down the hall to the bathroom glancing at the spot the painting was hidden. Sneaking over, he tried to open it but couldn't. Then he saw there was an almost invisible keyhole in the bottom left corner. Walking back to Holmes with uneasy eyes, he whispered in his ear, “We have a problem”.
The king told him the issue. Holmes scanned the lady and didn't see a key. He thought to himself. “It must be hidden.” At that moment, Irene offered them a tour of her home for it was quite large and beautiful, Holmes automatically answered. “Yes”.
Irene showed them the kitchen, all five bedrooms, and the other bathroom but left out a room that was in the furthest hallway. Watson noticed the same thing and sneaked away to look through the keyhole. Irene looked around and saw him. She said: “Why are you looking through the keyhole?” in a slightly angry voice.
I answered, “I wish to see the other side of this door.”
Irene gave me a suspicious look. The tour ended with Holmes falling to the ground in pain, screaming and squirming. Irene panicked calling her maids to help bring him to the sofa he had sat in just two days before. Irene called the doctor. He came thirty minutes later, checking his heartbeat and looking down his throat. Holmes did not enjoy this but it gave the king and Watson time to open the door and get the key.
Watson and the king ran up the stairs and burst down the door only to find the painting. The king squealed with excitement, I said “Well look at this, how lucky are we.” The king grabbed the painting, covered it with a cloth, and ran downstairs past the maids and into the streets. Holmes jumped up hitting the my head and making me briefly pass out. He ran all the way back to his apartment, the king took off the cloth only to find a handwritten message saying “This is what happens when you take what's mine.” The three men gasped. Holmes looked closely at the message and saw a coffee stain and some squished crumbs on the corner.
Holmes deduced that while he was on the sofa, Irene had already known they were after the painting. She had written the note in the morning as the coffee on it was still wet. So the real painting was long gone, already on its way to the palace of the king because today was the betrothal. Holmes said, “This isn't over yet. We still don't know who else was in the house”.
Fairy Tale
By Taylor Kirsch
I was staring out the window, just hoping for snow for Christmas Day. I waited three days, then I was thinking about why there was no snow. It was getting late so I crawled in my bed thinking about something I had never thought of before.
I got out of bed and went into my back yard. I got my hot air balloon out of the garage and started the fire. Soon the balloon filled up with hot air and I started going up.
My plan was to go talk to the clouds to see what was going wrong.
Finally I got up the clouds; they seemed sad. I asked them why they were so sad.
“We don't have any sun to evaporate the water,” the clouds said.
I looked around and said, “There is no sun because all of you are blocking it.”
The cloud told all of the other clouds to move a little farther up in the sky. They had seen something they hadn't seen in a long time: the moon. The clouds said, Thank you,” to me.
The next morning the little boy thought, “The clouds can't talk. I don't have a hot air balloon.” But he looked outside and the trees were covered in snow, the roads were white, and snow was falling from the sky. He wondered if he could have made his wish come true in a dream.