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I Am From Smoked Salmon And Meatballs By: Krista Kinley

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:25


I am from the “Mermaid Starbucks Painting “ in my house

From Games and Hockey that my parents support.

I am from the big grey blue house

With Autumn candle wax and the amazing smell when my parents are cooking.

I am from “Daisies”, “Stargazer Lilies” and “Daffodil” flowers

The hills and fields that my horses roam and graze on.


I’m from recipes like “Pickle Soup!” and “ Steak!”

From Alexa, Bryce, Bri, Mom and Dad.

I’m from Sports and Netflix

From Shopping and Celebrations.


I’m from “The Wizard Of Oz”, “Spongebob”  and Many houses

And Twinkle little stars that shine so bright.

I’m from “Art Kits”, “Electronics”  and Christmas nights,

I’m from Anchorage, Alaska and Alaskan Native people

Smoked Salmon and Meatballs.

From seeing a moose in the front yard and my dad having to shoo it away with a shovel!

Memory books from summer vacations that travel so far,

From paintings by the stairwell... through the halls and all the memories.


Jurassic Chase

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:23

Jurassic Chase

by Samuel Poor


I dreamed

I was a T-Rex

On the island of Isla Nublar

Chasing a jeep full of explorers




Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:21

I just knew I was going to be sad and know one would care.

broke my phone..ugh

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:21

I feel like I want to trow my phone when I am mad. I wish they coud never break but they do I only broke one phone that was when I was mad.  

The pickle and the snail

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:20

One day there was a pickle who always went for a walk in the morning. He was always happy and made people feel better. One day we was walking and he found a snail all alone in the park. The pickle walked up to the snail and asked him how his day was going. The snail said that his day was horrible. "Why?" said the pickle. "No one wants to be my friend." replied the snail. "I'll be your friend," said the pickle" want to come for a walk with me?" "Sure." said the snail. Later that morning, pickle and the snail were walking across the bridge and the snail callously pushed the bird that was walking by off the bridge and the pickle was shocked. Soon the firefighters came to save the bird. The firefighter asked what happened to the bird and the pickle replied, " Snail pushed the bird off the bidge!" The firefighter put a spell on the snail for him to always be nice. And that was the story about the pickle and the snail.

Bad Story

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:19

   Bryan, a 19 year old from Fair Haven, Vermont was at his house. He was getting ready to see his dad at his workplace in a chemical producing factory. He hadn’t seen his dad in 2 years since his parents got divorced and he never talked to his son. He only found out today that he was in New York.


    Bryan drove to Manhattan, New York. He made it to the factory his dad worked at. Bryan was bullied at school so he bullied others in game and in real life. He was depressed. His dad greeted him and hugged him and asked normal things like how he’s been and how old he was since he hadn’t seen him in 2 years after he moved out of the house. His dad showed him around the workplace. There were a lot toxins in giant pool-like containers. As his father showed him his office, Bryan walked off to look around more saying he’d be back. Harmful toxins used to create bleach were in one the containers. He fell into it after slipping on paper left on the ground by an employe. He fell into the toxins and started drowning. His skin melted. His parents never taught him how to swim. He was always scared of the water. The pools of toxins was large. It was enough to create 1,000 bottles of bleach. His dad called out and looked for him.

    His father found him floating in the toxins and called the hospital. They came and said there was no way to save him. He was poisoned. He was dead. He took to much. The next week. He was in a coffin. He was buried. Skin burned off. Dried blood. The next day, he woke up. He was burned. He was still alive. He was underground. He tried to pry open the coffin. He made it out and was covered in dirt. He pushed his way through. He was 4 feet under the ground and made it out. He was like a zombie. They thought he was dead. He had no pulse. He still had no pulse. And now that he was dead. He couldn’t die again. The toxins got to his head. Made him mad than he was. He went off and destroyed multiple landmarks around the country. He was never seen again after he went to an island owned by the british. He may have died. But.. probably not.

I knew it would happen

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:18

The cold crisp air was blowing through my hair as I stand at the top of the mountain. I look down and see fresh powder snow just lying there glowing in the sunlight. This has been my dream for ever. The sun was just barely rising. You could see the bright orange as it is going over the mountain. I’m standing there with my two best friends and my boyfriend. We all have been skiing together for almost three years now. We have gone all over the nation but never have gone true backcountry extreme skiing. I stood there taking in the amazing view. Nerves rushing through my body, Adrenaline rush was crazy. It was moment where everything is in slow motion because it is so amazing. All my life I thought I would never get here. When I was in high school I got a really bad concussion and was told I would never be able to ski again. That broke my heart. I loved skiing and looked up to some of the most amazing skier that were from Vermont, where I grew up. My mom was too scared to let me go back on the slopes because I would get to badly hurt again. I did not want that to happen either but It was my love. I thought I would never ski every again. My friends would always invite me to go skiing with them but I would be afraid to go back to slopes. Then one day my best friend dragged me out there and I was stiff but it all came back fast. The feeling of being on top of the world. Seeing all the mountains around you just taking in nature is what I love. Skiing is what I love to do. I just knew I would get back to the slopes someday and live out my dream.

The Wolverine Uncut

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:18

Yared is just rising from a restless night. He had been having  dreams about he was  big, savage, wolverine!!! He slowly puts together the fixings for his breakfast of French Toast, coffee and cranberry juice. Yared ,black rich  a lawyer,  needs to get to the courthouse for a trial of white thieves that had stolen one million dollars  from the First National Bank of Los Angeles. He leaves his mansion and heads to the backroad, at 100mph               called Ridge Road, the fastest way to town.He is driving his brand new red Ferrari.

Meanwhile, back at L.A. County jail, a serious breakout has occurred.Max, 65 years old and his accomplice, Gerald, 25, have managed to  escape the jail with  a drill smuggled into them from Gerald’s girlfriend Jane, long,straight,blonde hair, tall and freckles. and mysteriously enough  she has a tattoo of a wolverine on her back.Jane is waiting for the boys at a secluded spot near the jail. Having rich grandparents, Jane has access to expensive cars, and has taken their limo.

At the other end of town, Sam has been at the wheel of her big red truck for the last three hours delivering steel beams.She is hungry, and has heard there is a McDonalds on Ridge Road she is speeding her way for a bacon and egg sandwich.Sam is a fifty year old fat  lady ,5’11, and has just started working for this trucking company. Sam is a divorcee who  lives  alone with her 13 year old daughter, Taylor, in  a trailer park outside of Ridge Road, The name of the trailer park is the Wolverine Trailer Park. Sam is in a big hurry because she wants to get to some breakfast to Taylor.

Yared is traveling at a sped of 120  miles per hour on Ridge Road. In his rear view mirror he spots a pink stretch limmo approaching at a fast rate of speed. he starts to slow down as he looks ahead and sees bad weather ahead. Because Yared is slowing down the limmo speeds past him.

Max and Gerald with Jane at the wheel are escaping from the trial they were supposed to be going to. Little did they know they had just passed the man who was going to prosecute them ,   also, they do not see the truck approaching up over the hill,as the sun is  in  their eyes. Jane cannot avoid the truck so she swerves off the shoulder of the road crashing through a fence. The car overturns and a fire happens in the engin eYared ,seeing the accident calls 911 and quickly goes to help the victims.As Sam swerves to avoid the limo, she also goes off the road losing her load of metal beams.  Unfortunately , Sam  collides with the windshield and dies immediately.

Yared heroically rescues two women from the scene, but sadly, he is unable to save the driver. As he frantically pulls her out he screams NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when he sees her wolverine tattoo you a are the one now die

Nerd Rage

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:17

    Sometimes when you play a game on your P.C. you just start to get mad. Imagine yourself playing a game chiseling away at a bosses health. Then the unthinkable happens your character dies. That boss you took hours to summon, flies away. You can’t help but to start thrashing about. You even for a split second consider punching your P.C.


Monsters of the Mind

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:17

No one cares to ask where she comes from, even though she knows that they wonder. She turns and faces the empty wall and looks down at the tattered bed. This hotel sucks but it is better than the police station. Flashes of her childhood come into her head as she scans the small bedroom. Thoughts raced through her head again and this time they overwhelm her and she slowly sinks down to the ground. Tears cover her face and make her eager to take of her mask. Taking the mask into her tear stained hands, she discovered why she wears it. She remembers the dusty closet, and the key. The key was the worst part but she discards these thoughts, returning from her mindful journey. She sat down on the bed and leaning against the backboard, she closed her eyes. Once she did, though, her bad thoughts came back to her and she endured the pain of the memories, the dark, torturous memories. Is this why I chose this line of work? she thought. Do these memories really shape who I am today? Thoughts like these kept running through her mind as she submitted to the chains that pulled her down and down.

The Evil and Cruel Teachers

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:16

In the book “Big Nate: IN A CLASS BY HIMSELF” the bad girl is is mrs.godfrey. How did she become the bad girl/guy. It is because she is a complete sociopath and really mean. What I mean by that is she will call you off on anything that is not right in her book. Literally she will automatically give you the worst possible punishment she can. Granted the main character in the book is pretty misbehaved but still, she is overly though. She also only picks on certain kids of her choice. That is pretty bad. The book does not say how she became mean.



The Unfortunate Day

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:16

     It all started on a bright, sunny day. That was ironic, because it was the darkest day of my life. There wasn't wind that day, but my thoughts swirled around in my head as though they were in a force 5 hurricane. I had watched that strange man in a long, dark overcoat, with a slight bulge in his right pocket walk surreptitiously right up to our apartment's front door, through the long dark hallway. As a curious little guy, I tiptoed out our old, tattered, moldy door, and walked slowly around the corner leading to an apartment. The man I had saw had his ear to the door. A floorboard creaked. The man spun around…

chair bear

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:16



The Gold Brooch

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:16

“I was at the Farmer’s Market the other day. There were so many booths selling food, clothes, jewelry, art, and so much more. My senses were overwhelmed by the colors and smells of the goods being sold, but one thing particularly caught my eye. Just after buying a taco at Mexican stand I walked passed a stand full of antiques, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a glint of gold. Usually I am not an ‘antique’ kind of person, but I felt drawn to this artifact as if the tide of the ocean was pulling me towards it. I took a bite of my fish taco, it was delicious by the way, and walked over to the antique stand. Easily, I found the gold object and picked it up, making sure to wipe the salsa off my hand first. I examined the gold further, and discovered it was a triangular brooch with diamonds around the edge. I said ‘I wish I knew more about this,’ and here I am,” I explained to the man sitting across from me. “Where am I, and where is my taco?”

The Fire that Started it All

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:16

It all started when

Chief Pickle got the fire call

Soon the firefighters arrived

At the scene

There was a


Microwave fire

From aluminum foil

Chief pickle ran

Inside the burning house

Soon to come

Out with a young boy He was fine

Then the callous

Grandma who

Walked slower than

A snail

Soon after came the father

Who looked

Like he was under

A spell of daze

But it all started when

someone put in the

An aluminum foil bag that

Was holding breadsticks


What's your motivation?

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:15

Everyone assumes that the bad guys grow up to be bad. People don't know that what motivated many criminals in this world is not from their own life, but rather from other's. It's 2020 and the world has many problems that they don't face head on. What if the bad people are actually doing good. Although it's not morally right to kill, attack, assualt someone. It depends on the person who is killed. There are many bad people in the world that get by without getting in trouble. Before you arrest or discriminate against someone, consider what there motivations were. Although many people might not realize it, most of the population is in debt, or extremely poor. Someone may steal form a bank, though that is not okay. They might have different motives. 

The Amulet

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:15

Once there was a boy named fred. He liked to go to thrift stores and look at the stuff. One day he went to one in a dark alley. It was run by a old wrinkly lady. He only had a quarter so he was just looking. He found this weird green amulet. He went to the old lady and said ¨how much.¨the lady said 25 cents. So he gave her his quarter.Later that night he was sleeping but then he realized the amulet was glowing. He put it on his neck and a portal opened up. He thought he should stay but his window opened and the wind blew a rock at him and it pushed him into the portal. When he woke up he was in a mysterious land. It was all blockly just like minecraft. The rock that knocked him into here was now a stone block. He loved playing minecraft in real life. The amulet was gone so he couldn't get home. Just then a villager popped out of nowhere told him that he could get the amulet back if he defeated the ender dragon. Then he started to get wood and build a house so that the monsters would not be able to get him. A week later he had a full set of iron tools including a hoe, pickaxe, axe and sword. He went looking for diamonds in a cave and found this wired dungeon another villager came out of nowhere and gave him a diamond set. Then he battled the ender dragon. First he shot the end crystals. Then he shoot the ender dragon. Did a final blow with his sword and pow the dragon was defeated. He go his amulet back and went home with a gold medal. As soon as he got back fred returned the amulet. Then the old lady winked at him.

I'm the bad guy

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:15

I'm the bad guy, or the bully, or whatever you want to call me, I'm mean, I'm bad, I'm the kid who everyone's afraid of, and that's what I like to be, I see people and I punch ‘em, but is that really my fault? I mean he is the one who got in the way of the punch. 

Jim The Firefighter

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:14

Once upon a time there was a firefighter named Jim. Jim loved to spell, and he loved to eat pickles. He loved all living things even snails. But one day everything he loved just left him. He got sad and turned into a calloused man who was very alone.

It woke me

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:14

I go from sound asleep, to hearing a treacherous sound worst than a young baby's cry. Worst than the sound you hear when fighter jets flying over above. This sound woke many up. I want it to stop, but then soon comes lights, adding to the sound, lighting up the sky like 4th of July fireworks. Except not shining pretty lights, these lights made me think of danger they were red, they bounced back and forth through my eyes like a ping pong ball. I didn't know what to do so I just rested my head back upon my pillow. My room became its self again, calm, dull lighted and safe, until the sound came back again. This time I got up to find it, it was the sirens of a police car rushing to whatever emergency they had next



Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:14

Once upon a time there was a callous firefighter who fell asleep in the fire station. Since he was uncaring to the others, they played a prank n him while he was sleeping. They took a snail off of the ground and put it in his mouth. The snail carried an evil spell that when ever said the word "pickles" a pickle will fall from the sky and hit him on the head. He had to live like this for the rest of the life, except one day he was outside having a barbeque and he asked his wife if they had any pickles, and the evil spell dropped a pickle from the sky and since he had no roof to protect himsel from the falling pickle, it hit him so hard that he died. The End.

Out of the Dust

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:13

In the book called Out of the Dust.  A girl named Billie Jo her Pa put a bucket of oil on the stove.  Billie Jo brought the bucket of oil outside and throw it on Ma. So Billie Jo’s hand were burned and Billie Jo loved to play piano but her hands hurt to bad.  Pa found the money for the new baby and Pa went and spent it on drinks.  Billie Jo’s hands were burned so bad she could not go and give Ma a drink of water.  Ma ended up dying and not long after Billie Jo’s brother died.  Ma loved her apple trees but the grasshoppers were eating the trees.  Billie Jo and Pa could have eaten the apples. Billie Jo and her Pa were poor at the time. This was a very depressing time period it was sad.


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:13

Once upon a time in on a day like today their was a firefighter on a call to put out a fire. When he got there there was a snail trapped in his burning hunt, so the firefighter races over and grabes the hose and starts spraying. After he puts out the fire the snail said a witch named Callous put a fire spell onto his house. After the firefighter gets back to the station he goes onto google and finds Callous's facebook. Then he goes to Callous's house and puts a fire spell on her house. 

                                                                                                                  THE END 


Bad Day

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:13

I just knew the minute I woke up late hat today was going to be a disaster. Not only was I having a bad hair day but I had forgot to do laundry so the clean clothes I had were not very pretty. I threw my hair up ina ponytail an attempt to make it look less atrocious. I ended up wearing a sweater with a hole in the right arm. I tried to bunch up my sleeves so the hole wa less noticable. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door. As I got to school I noticed my stomach was making odd noises, I had not ate breakfast yet. I checked my watch I had two minutes until class started. I half jogged half ran to the cafeteria.... I decided on a yogurt. I walked into class just as the bell rang. Sitting down I began to open my yougurt. It all happened so fasst I was trying to peel off the lid and the yogurt container went flying! It landed on my teachers head with a plop...

I just knew...

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:13

I dreamed

I was a clock 

Hangigng on a bedroom wall 

Feeling worryless as I am the controller of time 



Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:13

Yes, sometimes I do feel like throwing my phone as far as I can. There's so many negative things online. Studies have shown that socail media makes people depressed. Does that make me throw my phone? Does that make me delete those apps? No, it doesn't. I'm so sucked into socail media and what people think of me. Every time I post something on instagram, I always check the caption, to make sure people think I'm funny or cool or just a good person. I ask my friends if they think the caption is good. But this doesn't make me happy. I shouldn't care how many likes I get, if my caption is good, if the picture is good. But I do care, and thats the problem. I wish I could delete those apps, I truely do. But something doesn't let me. I wish I could do something about it. If only I let myself throw my phone as far as I would probably be easier. 


Baby Was Born

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:13

      So the baby comes out of the mom it was opening its eyes to all the new colors and the new things it will see. Seeing people many pets it is all where you come out if there is a lot of movement. All that you are doing and the more you do it. It will just be like everything is happening for that great baby. Maybe you have like something colorful and cool things around your house that will make it better and it is like a rainbow. The baby maybe  will be learning new things all right there so that baby can have the best site when they come to this great world. That is how I think it feels when a baby comes out and into this world. Just as long as you do something great and you have great things and a great house it feels like new things are opening up it just feels great. If you were in a bad house and not have great stuff it would be sad it would not be fun at all. This is all of what I think how it would feel either way you came into this would !!!


Zack the Baby Boy

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:12

By austin hill



Yay a baby boy was born today?  His name is zack. Welcome to the world zack.   You are about experience several challenges,such as money problem,fun athletic activities and the joy of no bills at an every age.  


The Smartphone

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:12

        One Day I got mad. Really mad. I was on my phone playing a simple game. I was doing AWESOME. Then it happened. I was just about to beat the level when my sister barged in and asked for my charger. I died and had to start all over. I got so mad that I threw my phone out the window. I went outside to pick it up. It was gone. I saw a strange man walking down the road. I ran over and told him that was my phone he gave it back. I didn’t say thank you because he took my phone and I was mad. I never saw his face. Later that day I saw him again. I walked over and said thank you. He said I need that phone I said NO. That’s when he reached into his pocket. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I ran. I ran through the woods. The man found me. I tackled him. I yelled WHAT DO YOU WANT at him and why are you chasing me. He said you grabbed the wrong phone he gave me my phone. I said sorry and went back home and I never saw him again. THIS STORY IS A LIE    from anonymous



Away From The Light

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:12

             The smell of smoke permeated my sweltering room. I twisted and turned in my worn and dusty sheets. The darkness pressed my tired eyes. My thoughts wandered far past my dirty window with blackout shades. Far past the mounds of rubble. Far past the Thames and the smog of the city I rested. Imagining cool air blowing in my face and the sound of water in the background. First there was silence in the darkness of my worn-out room then there were sirens. A high mournful wail that sparked fear in the hearts of all, that sent all citizens of exhausted London into the ground like rats, running from light. Pounding footsteps surround me. Yelling fathers, crying babies, questioning children, screaming mothers and me. I am yanked from where I lay in my sweltering bed and we run. Into the ground like rats. Away from the wail and the pounding footsteps of the bombs. Like rats we run, away from the light of the pounding bombs.