02/10/2017 - 21:15

Chapter 1

The night was dark and rainy, as usual nights were in my neighborhood. I live on an old cobblestone street. All the houses faded and aged. Every house was only separated by a thin alley, and they echoed with my foot steps as I cut through them to get to my mailbox. Each house was gloomy in its own way, but there was one darker than the rest. I would walk by it every day when I went to and from school, and there was never a light to be seen inside those muddy windows. It has been empty of people for as long as I can remember, probably decades. As I neared my mailbox I saw the house come into view. There was something beautiful and elegant about it, but also mysterious and creepy. I looked up at the old, forever dark house that I have known for so many years, and smiled.


Something unexpected happened that night, something very odd and a little scary, happened in the dark shadows of my neighborhood. A lamp flickered on in the house.


Chapter 2

For a second I couldn’t believe what my eyes had witnessed. All the joy I had been feeling about the old elegant house faded away and now I was just plain scared. Was I imagining things? I don’t think I was…. But it just didn’t make sense. The house is old sagged, and probably infested with critters. It’s not possible for someone to live there, yet the light still looming in the window made me think otherwise.


I need to think about what just happened, and get some sleep. I was in complete shock. I take my mail from the mailbox, and I turn towards the direction of my driveway. I walk down my rocky road to my house, my mind buzzing with thoughts and theories. One thought keeps coming back, who is in the house, and why are they there?


Continued In Future Writings


02/10/2017 - 21:07

       The wind whistled through the crack of my window as it poured outside. I curled up in my bed pulling the blanket over my shoulders to stay warm. A loud bang like the sound of a gun stuck me upright in my bed. As I shook with fear and chilling winds, I got up from my bed and opened the creaking, squeaking door leading to the steep steps of the second floor. Another loud bang from outside felt so intense. It felt like it almost made the ground shake. I ran frantically down the stairs and put on my gray uggs and my jacket then went outside. I looked up at the dark gray, cloudy sky. The cold rain fell softly on my face. I walked down the street and saw a dark figure behind a tree in the woods. I wanted to take a closer look, so I walk towards the tree, then bang! It was completely dark and I was all alone, with no one to help. I felt lost. I felt trapped. 

02/10/2017 - 20:55

As the snow storm raged, I heard another sound. The sound of my window breaking. I got up from my desk, and walked over to the window.

    The window was small, a little bigger than a jail cell window, and without the bars. It had no curtains, which allowed me to view the storm without any obstruction. Through the fluffy, white flakes of death and cold, I saw the field that my father spent the entire summer stressing about.

    I paid no attention to the stupid field, and focused on the window that I hated. I saw it had a long crack, reaching diagonally from the bottom left corner, to the upper right corner. There was two panes of glass between me and the storm. Luckily the outer pane decided to break first.

    I first noticed the break over the summer. At first I thought it broke when I threw a shoe at it, but now I was almost one hundred percent certain I cracked the glass with the glare I give it each and every morning.

    Now the window was covered it frost, which made me wonder if there were more small, unnoticeable fractures in the glass. Only noticeable in the dark.

    The frost reminded me of a song I heard in a movie once. The only lyric I could remember was “beware the frozen heart.”

    Frozen heart. Like my father’s heart? My sister’s heart? Their hearts are pretty damn frozen. I shivered as the pane cracked again. My mind filled itself with visions of the window suddenly breaking open, and me falling to the ground in shock, covered in shards of glass. I knew that wouldn’t happen, but it was fun to imagine.

    I reached out and touched the window. The glass was the same temperature as ice. I traced the cracks in the window and imagined having ice powers and being able to create snow storms at will.

    It would be a lonely life. What if I accidentally froze everyone I love? What if I killed an entire town with a blizzard?

    But wouldn’t it be a wonderful way to kill all the people that have done me harm? The idiots would be dead, and no one would know what I have done. A perfect murder where Mother Nature is to blame.

    No one should kill, even if they have been wronged. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

    No one would know. It would be a secret. Is it really so bad if you don’t get caught?

    I would know. I feel guilty enough when I see a horror movie, or listen to new music without telling my parents. I would destroy myself if I secretly murdered people.

    I looked at my reflection in the window. I noticed my frown. Was I a terrible person? Did I have a frozen heart like my sister and father? Or am I just human for thinking about powers that could only happen in works of fiction? I suppose I’ll never know.

02/10/2017 - 19:54

In a flea market I found fleas, 

Oh please, don't read this, oh please, 

'Cause you might not like this hairy stuff, 

Unless you are very tough. 

I started walking around to see what they had,

They had lots of food that smelled bad, 

Then I looked around for clothes,

But I found a flea holding a rose. 

I also found a flea statue, 

It was dusty, so, achoo!

I now want to leave this market, 

I then noticed it was a dream,

So I woke up without a threat, 

But it felt like a real scene. 

Because it was! 

It was all real, 

I just daydreamed a little, 

I also found a wheel,

So I ran. 

I ran so far not to see, 

That I am a flea, 

I'm just scared of everything, 

and they call me, 'Chicken Without a Wing.'

But apparently, it was a dream. 


02/10/2017 - 19:42

Once upon a time, there was a callous pickle that loved to make spells. One day, he cast a spell on a firefighter which would make him bald, small, and have warts on his head. 

Later that day, the callous pickle wanted to build some houses, so he and his friends could party and eat chips all night long. So, when he got done with his houses, he stepped on a nail and had to go to the hospital. The callous pickle went to a room to get a shot but the callous pickle hated shots a lot. So that was the karma for casting a spell on the poor, nice firefighter. 

After the shot was done the callous pickle went and donated all of his money to the fire station. And then he went to an orphanage and donated his houses so they all had more space to steep in. 

The callous pickle went back to his main house. 

The end. 

02/10/2017 - 19:41

Hi I am Ranch Man with my sidekick Dorrito Man and we are here to protect Hidden Valley from the Pickle Monster, and we are here to RANCH IT UP! 

"Ranch man help pickle man stole my favorite pickle jar!"

I will save you and your picle jar, It's time to RANCH IT UP! Which way did he go.

"He went onto Dill Avenue, quick I need that pickle jar to store my famous pickle's".

Dorrito were is your Nacho Cheddar mobile.

"It is over there, in the hidden ally, let me go get it".

Ok I will take the short cut through Hidden Vally Lane.

20 minutes later...

Quick Dorrito man we got to act fast before he gets away with the old lady's pickle jar, damn I love her pickle.

"Let's use the Nacho cheese chips to throw at the jar and nock it loose and we can contain it with the Nacho Cheddar mobile".

Thats a great idea, quick throw them.

"Dorrito gun activate, FIRE!

"You little brats you got the jar but you cant catch me" the pickle said.

I will use my Ranch spill to slip him up. Ranch gun activate, Ranch spill!

"We got him Ranch Man"

Good now lets bag him up 

"You little superheroes, you got me, this wont be the last on me! I will return!"

Kids this is Ranch man and i am saying Ranch out.

02/10/2017 - 19:41

Hi I am Ranch Man with my sidekick Dorrito Man and we are here to protect Hidden Valley from the Pickle Monster, and we are here to RANCH IT UP! 

"Ranch man help pickle man stole my favorite pickle jar!"

I will save you and your picle jar, It's time to RANCH IT UP! Which way did he go.

"He went onto Dill Avenue, quick I need that pickle jar to store my famous pickle's".

Dorrito were is your Nacho Cheddar mobile.

"It is over there, in the hidden ally, let me go get it".

Ok I will take the short cut through Hidden Vally Lane.

20 minutes later...

Quick Dorrito man we got to act fast before he gets away with the old lady's pickle jar, damn I love her pickle.

"Let's use the Nacho cheese chips to throw at the jar and nock it loose and we can contain it with the Nacho Cheddar mobile".

Thats a great idea, quick throw them.

"Dorrito gun activate, FIRE!

"You little brats you got the jar but you cant catch me" the pickle said.

I will use my Ranch spill to slip him up. Ranch gun activate, Ranch spill!

"We got him Ranch Man"

Good now lets bag him up 

"You little superheroes, you got me, this wont be the last on me! I will return!"

Kids this is Ranch man and i am saying Ranch out.

02/10/2017 - 19:38

This year was callous. My name is Brian and my house got burned down and a firefighter died. It was sad. Then I came back to the house and saw the firefighter -- he had a snail coming out of his nose but I cast a spell on him and he came back to life and then he said, "I need pickles!" (his word for brains). I ran away. He scared me to death. Then he went to sleep. I called 911 and they put him in a lab. He escaped and said "I need pickles!" People called the bug exterminator. People went nuts and then people killed it. I said, "I will never do that again and good night, good night, daddy. Oh, daddy, will it ever happen again?" Maybe! I hope not... 

"Dad! There is a pickle monster in my bedroom window! Help!" 



02/10/2017 - 19:36

Sometime I remember to breathe. 

Sometimes I don't. 

Our bodies do it for us. 

From the day you are born and wail to the day that your last breath disappates,

there will always be air in your lungs. 

But what does it really mean to breathe? 

Is it just the passage of air through your respitory system? 

An act that keeps one alive through day to countless day. 

Or is it something deeper? 

A calmness, a whisper, a break 

Sometimes I remember to breathe. 

Sometimes I don't.


02/10/2017 - 19:32

I just knew that dinosaurs were real because my dad, Gina, was an astronaut. He went to planet Asorath and found hundreds of them. 

He tried to tame one and I never heard back, so two more people went there and brought tranquilizers and they tranquilized one. 

Then they tried to come back home home, but they went into a black hole. That's the last we heard of them. 

And then two more people went and they tranquilized two more dinosaurs and got lost in outer space. 

So finally we blew it up. 

The end. 

02/10/2017 - 18:57

There once was a man with a brilliant mind

With a landlord named hudson who was very kind

The cops call him crazy

when really it just them,who were being real lazy

His brother named mycroft is such an ass

Always telling him things like “ pick yourself up and have some class”

Then there’s a man of about 5 foot 4

Who would do anything for him, and then some more

Sherlock is a man quite special to me

He lives in a place called 221b

02/10/2017 - 18:53

I would throw my phone. I would throw it a million times. If only it wasn’t so expensive.

I would be scared to throw it away. I lose it so much, maybe it’s the same.

I need my phone in my pocket. The constant in my pocket reminds me about the world. I’m here and grounded. It is my lifeline. A paddle for me to row my boat in the endless ocean of life.


Oh, and that money thing in pretty important too.



02/10/2017 - 18:52

Oh someone set off their alarm again.

Move off the road.

Something’s burning.

Time to take a break.

Sorry Officer.

Next Class.

Will that thing please stop it’s giving me a headache.

Stop writing.


02/10/2017 - 18:50

Dear Baby,

It is vital to the survival of the world that you are kind. It is vital to respect the opinions of others, as long as those opinions respect other people’s existence. It vital that you fight for what you believe in and improve upon your past mistakes.  It is vital that you stay true to yourself, or the truest you can be in your situation. It is vital that you love, whether it is your family, a partner, or a pet. It is vital that you are active in your society no matter your age.

You have been born in the time of the internet. A glorious instrument of knowledge and power. You have been born in a time of science and discovery, but also a time of revolution and chaos.

Stay peaceful. Stay Kind. Speak your mind.

With the best of luck,

A fellow human


02/10/2017 - 17:45

    Everyone has good qualities and bad qualities, some with more bad, and some with more good. Marionette of Islia was taught that just the same as the rest of us, that she had good as well as bad. However, it seems her parents were not very convincing in telling her that she was good, or perhaps she simply didn’t listen.

    Marionette was born in grandiose Tuaville, an opulent town bordered by the gentle Sique mountains. Her mother was a seamstress, and her father crafted beautiful works of wood. She was the third child her parents had had, but the only one to survive. As such, her parents fawned over her, spoiling her with everything good and beautiful that the world has to offer. There was never a moment that she was not under their supervisory gaze, not near enough for their interference and safety should any dangers arise.

    It would seem such a loved and well treated child could only grow up to be an incredibly kind-hearted person, or at the very worst, spoiled and immature. However, this was not the case with Marionette. From near infancy, she adored catching any small creature she could and making it “dance,” which included setting it afire or throwing rocks at it. Her soft-hearted parents were shocked and discouraged her actions, but when they were both busy or looking in the wrong direction, she would find a way to do it.

    At four years old, Marionette’s mother, Sebastia, began teaching Marionette sewing in an effort to deter her from her unusually cruel play habits. However, teaching Marionette what “sharp” was turned out to be a bigger mistake than leaving her throwing rocks and playing with matches. She learned quickly, developing speed and accuracy in her stitching at an impressive rate. At the same time, there was an increase in the number of downed crows about town. Many were found with their wings mysteriously stuck to their bodies by what seemed to be black string.

    Years later, after Marionette had turned ten, the townspeople banded together and set her parents’ mansion aflame. Over those years, pets had gone missing, only to turn up dead on their doorstep with patches over their eyes, and strings on their limbs. Children out for a walk at dusk had been set upon by wolves, who had been tackled and strangled to death by nearby parents before any real harm could be done to the youths. The wolves had the same patches and strings. It seemed witchcraft, and the odd, dark child of the Evandalis house seemed the likely suspect, for all her quick movements, cruel smiles, and her ability to seemingly vanish before your eyes.

    For her suspected crimes, her parents burned in their bed, and her mansion burned to the ground, as she watched from the street with her young eyes. All while the arsonists went about their business, never turning back to see the girl standing there, she watched. Women and children frightened in their homes reported having seen a smile grow on Marionette’s face as the fire grew, and that when her attackers turned to find her behind them, that smile bewitched them to walk backwards into the roaring flames, even as their flesh crackled and burned.


After the murder of her parents and most of the men in her village, Marionette vanished from Tuaville. Nearby towns reported disturbing, mystical events occurring soon afterwards, then ceasing as soon as they had been realized. Young women and men began disappearing in the night, seen later in crazed, manic states. And as the years progressed, Marionette’s army grew to what it is today- A force more erratically and wildly violent than any before seen in Arveth. And despite Marionette, we still lie to our children about the good in everyone.


02/10/2017 - 17:42

i like dank memes and i am ur daddy

02/10/2017 - 17:32

I just knew today it was going to be a good day.The birds were chirping as I woke up to rays of sun shining through my window.I rolled out of bed and was greeted by my dog, Charlie.His soft, shiny brown coat reflected the rays of the sun coming through my curtains.My oatmeal was warm, as I watched the brown sugar slowly melt into the mushy oatmeal.I jumped out of the chair and went to get dressed into my favorite outfit.Today was already feeling perfect.School was great.Everything was turned in on time like it's supposed to.As I came home supper was in the oven.My favorite pizza.The smell could hypnotize you.That night as I fell asleep the curtains blew slowly from the wind coming from the open window.I closed my eyes and dreamed of tomorrow.


02/10/2017 - 17:24

I just knew that if I went through the 24 karat gold door I’d be somewhere magical, but I didn’t know where I’d be. Would I be in Olympus? Would I be in the underworld? Or would I be in the labyrinth? I’d never find out, if I didn't go through the 24 karat gold door.


02/10/2017 - 17:17

As I jumped into the sewer I heard the sirens go over head.I sat down and thought to myself where did I go wrong.


When I was a little kid I loved to go to school and play with my friends.Then one night bandits came to my house and stole all we had.We were forced to sell our house,buy a R.V,and leave town.

02/10/2017 - 17:11

     Why are you here? It was not a voice, rather an idea, that had been floating around my head, ever since I had been banned. I stand on the edge of the multiverse, a heretic for standing up to our rulers. For that, I was banned to the edge of the entroverse. Which stinks,by the way. I brought with me my greatest companion, who I sent with the last of my power, to find my allies and bring me back. But for now, I stay really bored on the edge, waiting for the day I can return, and finally catch up on my missed seasons of tv, no tv on the edge, no sir. Also get my revenge, that's cool too. 

02/10/2017 - 16:42

Dear Gabriella Inez,

Today you were welcomed into a crazy loving family that is beyond happy to have you. We couldn’t decide if your name was going to be Gabriella Inez or Annabel May but as soon as we saw you we knew that the name would be Gabriella Inez.  The moment I laid eyes on you I instantly fell in love like I have never done before and so did your father. The moment our eyes met each other we made a bond that many mothers and daughters share. You weighed 6 lbs 2 oz and were 19 1/2 inches. You’re hands and feet so small but just perfect. You got beautiful blue eyes just like your mother and dark brown hair just like your father. In two days we will take you out of the hospital room and you will get to see the flowers and green that Vermont has to offer during spring for the first time. There are troubles of stereotypes of what your generation will be like but I know that you will prove everyone wrong. You will follow your dreams and do what you want because that’s what makes you along with everyone else happy. I can’t wait to watch you on the soccer field, on the basketball court, on the hockey ice, or just doing what makes you happy. I’ll be at all the games supporting you along with more of the family. You are so beautiful Gabriella and I can’t wait to see all the amazing things you do. You will never fail to put a smile on my face and make me proud. Welcome to the world Gabriella Inez!

With lots of love, your mother


02/10/2017 - 16:34

Sirens. All I hear is sirens. The loud obnoxious sound drilling into my ears.
The sirens getting louder and closer to me every second. I take a deep breath and pull my car to the edge of the road, hoping that the cops are not after me. I cross my fingers and hope that the sirens go right past without noticing me. I have already gotten two tickets this month and I couldn't bare to get another one. The sirens pass my car, heading up the steep New York City street. Whew, I'm safe….I'm safe, but someone else isn't. Someone else out there called the sirens. Everyday the sirens are somewhere in the world, because of fires, murders, heart attacks, robberies, or accidents. I should be thankful for those sirens, doing us good everyday of our lives, preventing all of those tragedies. If you're ever the car and you hear those sirens, don't think it's a waste of your time to pull over, don't get frustrated with doing the extra work, because these sirens are saving the day. They are the good sirens.

02/10/2017 - 16:19

My fat kitten Kenobi is watching me type thisNow she is staring at the ceiling 

You can see her blobs of fat 

Sometimes we call her the black basketball

We sometimes call her the black basketball

She just left 

I can see her belly sway 

left right left right

She really likes food 

She <3's it

we got her At Pope Memorial Frontier Shelter  

They have LOTS of kitties :)

They are all so CUTE

None of them are quite as cute as Kenobi though.

Her full name is Kitty Wan Kenobi 

She was named after Obi Wan Kenobi

She is sooooooo CUTE

02/10/2017 - 16:08

You hear a sweet melody. So you walk toward the coast. You see a beautiful woman in the water. You hear her song. You go closer. You see she is ten feet in the water. So you step in the water. She turns around. You see she is actually a siren. She drags you to the depths and you were never seen again.

02/10/2017 - 16:04

Your story has begun.
Make it one to remember.
Set an example for our planet, 
You start right now, this December!

You are here to make a difference.
Let your voice carry far.
Never ever give up hope.
Always aim for the stars.

You are here to show the world,
How great a place it can be.
So, spread kindness, love, and joy,
For everyone to see.

I’ll warn you now this place is harsh,
Full of dangerous beyond compare.
We treat each other like animals.
Life is never fair. 

But always know you have a choice,
In what you say and do. 
Don’t let others bad influence,
Control what's really you.

Be the best person you can be,
Until your life is done.
Make it one to remember,
Your story has begun.


02/10/2017 - 16:04

Third and Fourth Graders Write About Kindness As a Prelude to the Great Kindness Challenge


Be kind to everything and everyone.

To pass kindness through the air with a wave or a smile.

How will you be kind to others?

Give a wave  even just saying hi can make someone's day.

Even  just a word of kindness can open the greatness  inside yourself.  

If  you're kind they will be kind back to you.I know you can be kind to everyone all you need is to be cheered on.

Just be kind to everyone  and to everything be a  hero!

By Nate


Use a smile with everyone.

Kindness is to use kind words.

If someone gets hurt help them up and make sure they are  okay.     
If you don’t agree with someone you do a little bit of both and compromise.

Include everyone and if there is someone who asks you to play

you should play with that person.

By Maddy M.


        The Kind Vine

I think of kindness as a vine because if someone is kind then                     

another person will be kind to someone else and the vine will keep growing.       

If people are kind to people it affects someone else to be kind.           

I think the kind vine is people being kind to people.

If you do not be kind the vine will not grow.

If you are always kind then the vine will grow super long.    

By Lucy    



If someone's down

help them up

Be kind to everyone at dawn

and be kind to everyone at dusk

Make everyone feel welcome no matter who they are

Make everyone feel included no matter where they are



It's what makes us go

Say hello to everyone you know

If not for kindness

friends we would not be

Make everyone feel that someone will help them grow

Make a smile, give a laugh, create a chuckle and make sure it doesn't pass

If not one of these try another

Hold a door

Make some colors

Make a gift

But if none of these float your boat make your own and make it good

By Atticus


The Kindness Tree

Kindness such a powerful word

It's like a tree in summer and the leaves are  all the people who are being kind or receiving kindness

The branches stretch to what ever leaf that needs kindness

The relatable moment where someone is kind

We hope this happens all the time  

By Lindsey B.


Have a heart and let people be a part of your games. If you let someone join you will feel better about yourself and that person will too.  When someone's hurt you should go check on them. If you have a smile but you are sad someone else might give you a smile. If you are happy and someone’s sad be kind in this life and the next. If your time is up you should know somewhere out there is someone who remembers your act of kindness to them and  somewhere over the rainbow at the end of the pond they will do the same for you, the light will shine and you will once again be reunited with that person in the meadows of daisies and daffodils.

By Sidney Ritzinger


LOVE KIND                                                                                                        


Kindness is love

Love is kindness

You share love with kindness

Kindness shares love with you

You show kindness

Kindness shows you

You show love

Love shows you

    By Eleanor




Are kindness

Kindness is

Kind words

Kind tone

Kind body language


Kindness is friends

By Eleanor


Be kind to others, kindness matters.  

Being kind will make you feel better.  

If someone fell down check in with them.  

Kindness travels in the kindness circle.

BEING kind will make you feel good!  

If you are kind the kindness

Will come back to you.

By Orrin


I remember when I asked if someone was okay because she started crying and so I got myself a cookie and her a cookie so she would not have to get up. She was crying because her hands were cold and they were hurting. I had asked if someone wanted to play with me and to other people. I remember when I asked if someone fell from the dome.

By Ann


I remember at a basketball game a couple of weeks ago it started out as a regular game but then I got checked onto the floor and got fouled. But when I was on the ground a kid on the other team came over and helped me up. He seemed really nice and later on in the game when I passed it he came up to me after I did and said when you passed it you also high fived me. We chuckled a little but then he had to get back on offense and I had to get back on defence. Then he got hit when playing offence and I helped him up just like he did to me. The rest of the game played out fine, we won the game but I went up to the kid after and said good game and well played.

By Jack


Kindness is important because it is important to be nice. If you are kind to someone, they might be kind to someone else who might be kind to someone else. Being nice makes the world a better place.

Some ways to be kind are to:


Include  everyone

Help someone if they are  hurt

Give  people compliments

Team work


Helping others

Respect others

Play with someone you don’t usually play with

When someone is sad, cheer them up


Encouraging someone


By Skylar



Say Hi or Hello

Give a smile

You could help them up if they fell down

You could help them spell a word

Give a lending hand

Say please and thank you

Cheer someone up if they're sad

Include everyone

Play with someone new

Feed your pet

Just be nice or kind.

By Savannah.



By Jasper Mayone



Now and always important

Determined to success

Nobody reaches it

Entwined with love




Kindness Haikus

By Kayla



We can make kindness

Kindness is all around us

The world has kindness



Good people are nice

People are considerate

People love people



We are generous

In many ways we are helpful

We have compassion



You can be kind even when you're blind you can still find a mind that is underlined  

everyone can see that you are not like me but don't stand there like a tree

you need to see that you can be brave and free.

By Lekha



Being kind is a good thing.

Don’t abuse kindness, if you do you lose kindness.

Think before you utter, you’ll make people feel like melted butter.

Kindness is the best thing the world has ever seen, kindness shall make you very keen.

By Evan






    By Olivia



I have times when people are kind to me, and they can be kind to you too.  Here are some ways to be kind, ask someone if they’re okay if

they fall, say good morning to someone, play with someone who has no one to play with so they have someone to play with, say how are

you, invite them to a party, get them a present, say please and thank you.These are just a few ways to be kind.You can be kind in many  different ways. But most important be kind.

By Lynsey



You should be kind. It will make you happy and other people happy. So you be kind.Here are some ways you can be kind to everybody. If someone falls help them up and ask if they are ok. One more reason is if someone does not have anyone to play with go play with them.Those are some reasons why you should be kind and how you should be kind.                                            By Sadie


Kindness is a gift to everyone

Everyone can enjoy

Smiling at others

When they’re sad

Try smiling at friends you don’t smile at as much

Being kind is helping

Being kind is smiling

Being kind is helping friends

Those are some things you can do when you are trying to be kind.

By Reese


“They’re beautiful, “Snowmoon,” Oakflame whispered. “Just like you.” Snowmoon smiled weakly. Three tiny kits squirmed at her belly, each still wet from kitting. One sleek gray one with black spots stood out. “Hollykit,” Snowmoon named her. “And the little tabby tom is Thistlekit.”

“The white one, the final she-cat, should have your name. Snowkit.” Oakflame said. “My three beautiful kits.”

“HELP!! HELP!! The kits are missing!” Snowmoon shrieked.

“Calm down,” came the gruff mew. “Here they are.” Thicketstorm gently shoved three embarrassed kits forward. “Tryin’ to catch mice, they were.”

“You always hated me,” Snowmoon whispered. “Thank you for being kind to my kits.”

By Anya


Can you be kind? I hope you can be kind. If there is a new student say hi to them. If there is an old lady at the road help her across the road . If there is a person at the door hold the door for the person to get in or out.   And that is how you can be kind to people and students.

By Tyce


Kindness Acrostic Poem!!





Non negativity







What is kindness? Kindness is when you are nice to someone.  You can help somebody off the ground or floor. You can say nice things or nice comments to be kind. If someone you don’t like gets hurt still help them up.  If someone you don’t like is nice to you be nice to them too. You can also help somebody cheer up if they're having a bad day.   If there is a person sitting by him or herself then play with that person. If a little kid is having trouble reading then help the kid by reading it outloud for him or her. There are so many ways to be kind that there would be enough ways to fill 10000,10000,10000,10000 books that are 10000,10000 pages long.

By Sally


                   An act of  kindness no

                     matter how small can

                      change someone's   

                          day around.

                            By CC

02/10/2017 - 16:01

An echo of a mother’s laugh

Serene and beautiful yet empty.

So so empty.

Empty like a ship at the bottom of the sea,

Empty like the wind between the reef.


It’s allure is powerful and gentle, it tugs at your soul, your inner desires.

Not demanding but calling, like a mother’s lullaby to a drowsy child.

Lullaby, love, lullaby, love.

A tug at the strings that produce the song of the sea that lies within us all.

beckoning towards the tiny bit of ocean that is trapped inside.

Promises to deliver it back home.

So it will be safe.

Safe below. Safe in the deep, deep sea.


Deep. Below. Time. Has. Stopped.


Up above it is woven amongst the chaos of earth.


Beauty is a fragment when you are half dead.

So it calls.

It sings.

It beckons.

A sweet reminder of home. Reclaiming you at last.



02/10/2017 - 16:01

One day, Johnny and John were going on a hike. They got everything ready down to their lunch. May I remind you they had PB & J's for lunch. Yum! As they traveled farther and farther into the woods, they noticed that they were lost. They tried to check their phones to call somebody (no cell reception). They thought if they kept going, maybe they would find somebody. 

All of a sudden, they stumbled on a black house that looked abandoned. It was almost dark by the time they got there, so there was no turning back. They decided to stay the night. Hopefully, anyways, if nobody lived there-- *knock knock knock*. They didn't hear anything, so they opened the door. *creeeeeeak*. Once they were inside, they heard voices. 

"Last chance. You won't be able to leave after this."

They then got scared. They decided to leave. You could barely see, but they walked off the porch. They were surrounded by black creatures. They were tall. They didn't have any face. Only eyes. 

Johnny screamed. He was scared. They started to reach inward.

"Pl...pl...please don't hurt me."

Then it went back.

(to be continued)

02/10/2017 - 15:57

Today it will be,

a day of celebration.

a day of cheers.

for yet another child has taken their first breath.

Will they pray to god?

in hope for a safe sleep.

or will they choose the night,

of a child with wonders.

chances are,

the baby won't know who our president is.

the baby can't know,

That they might find a hole needing to fill,

with narcotics, alcohol, and pain.

the child won't know,

that as a teenager,

they might experience disabling anxiety,

and depression.

the baby can't know their best friend might abandon them,

for someone more popular.

the baby will only know how to shake a rattle

the baby won't know that woman still struggle for equal rights.

the baby won't know that the world is slowly depleating,

They will not know that we are trapping ourselves in a bubble of smog,

slowly killing each other without even knowing it.

the child can barely lift its head

how will it know

it's only the beginning 

of the end


02/10/2017 - 15:53



Guitar is one of the best instruments in the world because you can play any music like classic on the electric or even pop on acoustic. The other reason which is really funny is because one time a my guitar was on fire and it went alive.


This is the story.


On time I was looking at some pictures of how to customise my guitar and I saw a really cool pic of a flaming guitar


Just like this one


Well I couldn't find the pic so if you want you can type in cool flaming guitar on google and it will look cool.


But I will continue the story, so where was I oh yes I was looking at the pic and my guitar saw it, wait what a guitar alive, yes a guitar alive bob, so when it saw the picture it got up on its front legs,and don’t even ask how she or he  did that, and he headed right for the stove fire!!!. When i saw that I straight away got the thought,”it mustv got it from the picture. But not wasting any time i ran to get the guitar but it already jumped into the stove and it of course caught fire. After that it got out and it was flaming, i ran to the fire extinguisher and sprayed it on the guitar, by the way it was my favorite guitar, so i spreyed it it went of fire but it was all burned, i grabbed it sat into my toyota and drove to the nearest music repair shop and told them what happened and they told me to show how big the problem was I took out the guitar and handed it to the keeper. He told me it wasn't that big of deal and he said it will be fixed in 2 days and i was just relieved that it could get fixed


So this is basically the end of this strange story but it was kind of funny and also for a joke a little lower


JOKE: Which kind of key opens the door to thanksgiving

Answer : a turkey

JOKE: I have a pen I have an arm

ASWSER:a army pen


02/10/2017 - 15:52

                                      That One Pickle

          By:Cooper Newell    


       Once upon a time there was a poor man that could only afford a small pickle jar he had been saving his money almost the entire month!So he walked down to the market and said one pickle jar please the manager then said”that's the last jar”thanks a lot said the poor man he walked out of the market and went back to his home under the town's bridge he then opened up the tightly closed pickle jar and found what he had never seen not even in his dreams what he saw was a glittering gold pickle that looked so delicious that he could devour it whole!so the old man took a small bite out of the golden pickle and his old rags turned into a gold cape and a glittering crown and his bridge turned into a big castle and a huge barrel that was filled of gold and you might as well say he was a king the old man couldn't just stay there he had to tell everyone the miracle he first ran to the old fruit stand right across the street from his old house under the town’s bridge he said to the woman who was running the stand I’m the richest of them all I'm the most awesome of them all and I’m the most handsome of them all you are you are the woman said the king then ran to the blacksmith shop and said to the crafter I’m the richest of them all I’m the awesomest of them all and I’m the most handsome of them all you are you are the crafter said the king then ran to the magic shop there was a old woman that almost looked like a with the king said to the witch I’m the richest of them all I’m the awesomest of them and I’m the most handsome of them all the witch then said in a hideous voice you're to greedy so i will cast a spell on you that will make it so you will never be any of those again the old witch cast a spell on the king that turned him into a snail forever!the king was never heard of again  


Moral of the story: Don't ever be too greedy :)




02/10/2017 - 15:51

On February vacation, I am going to Virginia for 5 days. I am leaving the two days before vacation actually start. I am going on a plane for my first time, and I am going with my grandmother and my mom. We are going to Virginia to see my cousin and my NEW baby, she's my 2nd cousin. Her name is Harper and today she is 6 days old. I am really excited because this will be my first time meeting her, going on a plane, and going to Virginia.

02/10/2017 - 15:50

Once there was a girl named Emily  and she went to a flea market because she really wanted a watch and she thought the ones at the flea market are going to be cheaper. So she looked around and there was allsorts of stuff. She though their are none here. So she kept walking around to see if their was anything she wanted. Then she saw it a watch it looked in good shape it worked, so she bought it. The lady said “Be careful with you do with it.”

“Ok.” she said. She put on the watch and walked home satisfied. When she got home she said to her mom “I got a watch at the flea market.”

“How much was it.” Emily’s mom asked

“Ten dollars.” she went up stairs and tried to set her watch, when she did it popped open and there was a portal. Then she thought where does it go? Then she thought it is not big enough for me to fit in it. She turned in a circle thinking and she was turning there was a click noise like something was poping into place then out  and a flash. She started turning again but slowly this time. Then she heard a pop and stopped spinning she looked on her wall and the portal was not in the watch it was on her wall she looked at the watch the portal was not in it and the watch was closed. She really wanted to see what was in the portal so she stepped in…. In the portal was a stream and across the stream was elves playing happily. She was astounded at them they were so beautiful their long silky hair and their eye’s were so beautiful. She jumped across the stream and said not meaning to “Wow.” they stopped and looked.

Then one said “We  have had no visitors in years, what is your name?”

“Emily.” she said quietly.

“Nice to meet you, do you want to play?”

“Sure.” so they played all day and when it was night she went back though the portal ate dinner and drifted of to sleep.      



02/10/2017 - 15:48

I'm gonna ride across the desert,
ya know,
I'm gonna glide in my speeder,
and hope,
that I don't find anymore,
crispy bodies by the door.
I hated seeing those crispy specimens,
I loved them so much they were my best friends,
The only choice I am left with is to ride,
to ride and glide and ride and glide.
Moving along in my speeder,
I think about my crispy aunt and how much I need her,
to read me a bedtime story,
cause otherwise bedtime is boring.
So I'm just gonna ride across the desert,
ya know,
I'm gonna glide in my speeder,
and hope,
that I don't find anymore,
crispy bodies by the door.

02/10/2017 - 15:42

I just knew it when me and my co-firefighters heard the siren that played the dubstep remix of "Catch me Outside How Bout Dat." We knew that we were going to be in a pickle because that the siren that informs us when a snail crawls into an electrical box and starts a fire at a thrift shop. As we drive over, I start to realize that the 3 months I have been a firefighter, my hands have become so calloused it's like a callous spell was placed on me. When we get there, we carefully extract the dead snail and put out the fire to realize we found a purse. Not just any purse, but a gold purse wrapped in glass with gold on it. Little did we know that that would change my life.

02/10/2017 - 15:30

I just knew that this would happen, that everything would turn black in just minutes. I don't know how I knew, but I just had this funny feeling that it would happen. It all started when I was walking down the street with my friend Bob.

Then I said to Bob, "Bob, something bad is going to happen." 

He said back, "What do you mean?"

I said, "Bob, I am going to get hurt and in any moment everything is going to turn back."

And like I said, I was right. This car came flying by, and it hit me. Everything turned black. I couldn't see anything. All I could do was hear. I heard Bob calling my name, saying "Wake up," but for some reason, I couldn't wake up and his voice was fading away. I was dying...

02/10/2017 - 15:22

"Quick! In here!"

"Leinahtan, I know you're crazy, but I guess we don't really have a choice, do we?"

"It isn't that bad. I searched down here for ages and only found a life supply of foo-"

"Wait! What? A supply of food that is big enough for you?"

"Yes. I was about to make a remark on that and tell you that I also found this."

A shining crystal that looked like it belonged hanging at the center of a magical chandelier is on this pedestal at what seemed like the end of the CREEPY cave. Although, now I think that there is a secret entrance to that food supply that I'm guessing went through a portal to a realm of infinite food, seeing as how Leinahtan thinks it could supply him for life and that this cave isn't creepy. Well, I think he grew accustomed to the cave after so many years of being in it.

"What is THAT!?!?"

"This, my friend, is a-"

"Did you just call me, "friend?"

"Yes. Now, it's a prison crystal."


This is it! This is how we'll kill Kro'nam!

02/10/2017 - 15:20

When I was younger my family and I had always gone on road trips. One particular summer, something weird had happend. We went to a gas station to get snacks and gas. I had gotten some cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch to be exact. Whilest I was going through the lanes of food and alcohol, I had noticed something, weird like something that was out of place. It had been a stuffed money with a torn arm and big red glass eyes and looked as if the legs had been too small for its body. I had picked it up and had a weird aura, a bad or evil kind of aura, but since I was just a kid I hadn't had a second thought about it. I had asked my Dad if I could buy the thing, he agreed and we had taken it to the cashier and she had said "This isn't an item we sell. It was probally left behind by some baby or child. I'll let you have it for free though, so take good care of it". And so I even gave it a name. Scraps, Scraps the monkey and I took great care of him for did for 9 years, until I was 14 I had taken very well care of it. When your that age though you usualy get rid of the stuffed animals and little toys you had when your younger. I did sell Scraps at a yard sale to a little girl who had fallen in love with it. But once I did I had a dark and depressing feeling and couldn't sleep at night. It was like some kind of curse. Now I'm no religious person or a believer in the superstitious but this really felt like a haunting or a curse.

I had gone with this for a few years and just went with this bad feeling, but now at 20 I'm feeling as if I'm being watched. I'm not sure what but by someone or something. When I had been coming back from my run down job, I had seen Scraps on my doorstep to my house. He was in a basket with a note in it, it had read "It's been a while Lucy". I was very weirded out and scared and confused, I had no idea how he got here and how he knew where I lived. I had picked up Scraps and investigated him a bit. Then I threw him in the street and a semi-truck had ran into him and stuck onto the truck. He was gone. The next day I still felt like being watched and so I was more careful then usual. Looking around more. While I walked to my job I hadn't seen Scraps. I thought he was gone for good. When I had gotten home, I did the usual, ate some noodles and showered and went to bed. But when I had gotten up it was about 2 am. I couldn't move, it felt like someone had been sitting ontop of me. It was suffacating me, I tried to yell but nothing came out of my mouth. Then I heard the most gross and earpiercing screech I had heard in my life and then I could finally move. I jolted up and then I had been in awe, I felt like my whole stomach had dropped. I had seen a decapitated head on the top of my dresser. Her blood dripping down my dresser onto my wood flood. Drip...drip...drip. At this point I had vomited and wet myself and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and looked in the tub. I pulled back the curtains and to my suprise, I saw him. It was Scraps, in my bathtub, half-way filled with blood sat Scraps. My childhood monkey had become a demon possesed stuffed animal. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my knife and lighter. I stabbed Scraps 12 times then set the blood in the tub on fire. The whole bathroom went a flame. My right hand got 3rd degree burns and had to patch it up. Now I had to deal with the head. I didn't know how it was but she was a beutiful lady. Silky black hair and a face of a goddess. I had to remove it. I put it in a trash bag and tried to put it in the dumpster out back. 

I admit, I had looked suspicious with a trash bag with only a thing that looked like a watermelon in it. I still had my knife on me if I had seen Scraps again. There had been a man near the dumpster and he had seen me. I didn't want him to report me for suspious behavior so I had stabbed him eight times in the neck and put his body in the dumpster too. I had to get out of there, and fast. I had such a rush of adrenaline and I loved it! My heart beating at the speed of sound and I could feel my muscles pulsing, I noticed that I liked this. I liked this discusting act of killing. I heard myself say this and was shocked. I didn't want to be proud of killing but it was great. I might be going insane but I love it. It's great! I have now killed 47 people and haven't been caught. The police think im dead, I get my money off the bodies so I can buy things and live.

I have to thank you Scraps. It's been great meeting you and I love my fate. Now I must go. See you all.

02/10/2017 - 15:14

life is a gift, use it wisely. 

some people don't, they will try to hurt you and drag you down.

don't listen to those people. Listen to your heart, to yourself.

Be strong, don't let people get to you.

treat your gift with care, don't ignore it, or it will die.

don't coddle it, or else it when is alone it will die

treat your life carefully. 

02/10/2017 - 15:12

     It was all Theo's fault. Ha ha, just kidding. He started it, though. We were just in class, working on a science experiment when he decided to lob my science book across the room into the opposite chemistry lab. Yeah, it broke stuff. Yes, chemicals went everywhere. But it wasn't me. At this point, Mr. Erate sees the horrible mess. He picks up the object of destruction, and, of course, my name is on it. He yells out my name, and I pushed Theo into the table. He makes a huge scene of it, flailing and breaking glasses and tupperware. At this point, we were both laughing and covered in broken glass and chemicals. Then, Mr. Erate's voice cut through the pandemonium like a thousand-degree knife through anything. I just knew I was screwed.

02/10/2017 - 15:09

I look up at the gloomy sky, and back at the welcome mat. "Well" I say to myself, "This is the house" I studder slightly in my words. "Rethinking coming here is to late" I say reaching in my pocket, I pulled out a lock pick, "It's the best house on the block". I reach for the doorknob, and stick the lock pick in like a key. I hear the slight *tinkle tinkle* of the doorknob as I wriggle the pick. It opened. I instantly feel the warmth of the house make me feel cozy in the house, but I remind myself I can't stay for long. I pull my black sock mask over my head, turn on the dim lights, and went on to creep down the hallway, each step made a small creak on the polished wooden floor. I walk into an extremely dark living room only lit by the red light of the T.V. screen. "Bingo!" I say very quietly. I unplug the TV and hoisted the flat screen up and held it tight with by hands. But I felt my heart sink as I took a step and felt something different than the living room rug. Something. . . was BREATHING. My heart seemed to pound out of my chest and I heard it. The GROWLING, I could feel its eyes open and teeth show, I involuntarily throw the T.V. across the room into the darkness and run for my life as the dog barks and chases after. Behind my I hear over the dogs nails clicking behind me as I run around in random rooms, the T.V. crashing against the wall and breaking glass and and someone gasping upstairs. I quickly remember, THE FRONT DOOR is OPEN. I try and retrace my steps until. . . the dog, it lurched towards me in an aggressive manner and it clung onto my arm with all its might. I feel every coursing bit of pain in my shoulder I could ever have. "AaAAaaAAaAAhHhHHh" I scream in agony and try and hit the dog in the nose with my other hand. It whimpered and let go. I run to the kitchen closet and slammed the door behind me to hide while holding my arm and clenching my teeth together while I tried to let out soft quiet breaths of pain at I begin to calm down a little bit. I hear the dog sit and start growling again. I think of making a run for it until. . . *weeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooo weeeeeeeeeeoooooooooo* "the, no. . . it, it IT CANT BE, NO!" I almost scream, it was. BAM BAM BAM I hear on the door "It's the police open up" I hear the door knob turn and my skin began to crawl. I hear a womans voice answer all of the polices questions as they walk in the home. IM DONE FOR. The police open the closest door to the begining of the hall, they are getting closer, I franticly reach for the door handle while still  holding my right sholder with my left hand, the pain didn't matter now, I NEED TO GO HOME I quickly open the door to see what still haunts me 'till this day the angerly steamed face of the officer outside the door, his bald head, his goatee, his chilling size, tall, yet round, and he face he made looked like I had killed his dog, until the day I die, I will never forget that spine tingling expresion of that officer.

02/10/2017 - 15:08

There was a tall man, his name was oswald. He didn't have any friends, because he was so tall. Nobody really cared for him, and nobdy really respected him. One night, he prayed to god that he could become smaller, smaller then anyone he has ever seen, and god listened. The next morning, he woke and he noticed that his feet didn't hang off at the end of the bed anymore, matter of fact, he noticed he didn't even have any feet. he looked down at his hands, no hands. And his whole body was green. ''What happened to me?'' he says as he struggles to get up out of bed. He looks in his mirror. He turned into a pickle. ''How could this happen?'' but at that moment he remebers what the prayer he had said to god. ''This isn't what I meant!'' he shouts. He tried to put on his work clothes but they all didn't fit. To big. He needed to get some clothes. So he went to the thrift shop. As he walked in, everyone was staring at him. ''Uh hi everyone..'' But then as he said that, they all started screaming and then everyone ran out of the shop. ''How can I pay for my clothes without the cashire?' He thought. Then he relized that he didn't need to anymore. ''Everything is free!'' he shouts as he takes everything home from the store. Then the next day, he goes to a lemonade stand. ''Hey.. got any grapes?" he said to the girl who worked behind the stand. The girl said, "No but we have lemonade, cold and fresh and completley homemade.'' And the pickle said, "I'll pass." and he waldded away. Till the very next day

02/10/2017 - 15:05

I have one window in my room.  It looks out onto wrap-around driveway, which bleeds into the long, empty, dirt road we live on. The sun filters through the window, making a golden blanket on my wooden floor. I live on 2 acres of open, dry, fields. The wind tickles the grass with it’s breath. As I watch, I let the scenery take me away. Away from my world and into a new. A more peaceful one. I feel hot tears making a stream down my cheek because I know this will end soon. No, that’s not why. I’m crying because of what I will have to face when I come to. I want to ask to be moved to another home but I’m afraid that if I do, the next home will be worse than this one. Another tear pushes its way out of my eye, makes another trail down my` face.


“India.” I whip my head around. My foster mom stands in my doorway with her fake smile slyly spread across her face. “It looks like you're with us now.” I roll my eyes and turn my head to look back out the window. “Your mother finally died. You know, she fought the cancer for so long I really thought she was going to pull through and take you back, but, she can’t.” She gives a hard laugh that sounds like it came from the depths of her, the parts of her I don’t even. I thought that what I saw in her was the darkest but obviously I was wrong.


I had wiped away the tears when she said my name so that she wouldn’t see me crying. But I don’t care anymore. My tears aren’t a stream anymore. They’re a river. My mother was the only thing I had left to hold onto, and now she’s gone. My world and everything in it.


“Awww. Honey, I would say I’m sorry, but, I’m not.” Something within me snaps and suddenly, I don’t care if I get thrown back into the system and don’t have another place to call home for another 3 years. My tears stop.


“How could you be heartless! That was my MOTHER and there is not another woman like her alive and there never will be! Can’t you even TRY to be half the mom she was?!”


“Well apparently she wasn’t all that great if she just threw you into foster care.” I feel the tears come back, but this time they’re heavy. My chest hurts and all I can do is stand there and wait. Wait for her to do something. I know she won’t comfort me. Never has, never will.

I can’t see much through blurred vision but see her walk away, and I’m glad she did. I walk across the room and close the door. I need my room to be as sound proof as it can be. I get a tiny, torn piece of paper from my nightstand. I make my way over to my closet. I walk in, close the door, and turn the light on. I reach under my clothes and feel for the shoebox. I loop my finger through the hole in the shoebox and pull it out. I open the lid as if it contains something dangerous, or deadly. This box contains everything I know. Or everything I want only to know. I rummage through all the objects from my past, from a happier time. I’m clenching the piece of paper in my hand so hard that my knuckles turn white. My other hand finds the phone my mom got for me last christmas. It’s one of few things I managed to salvage from the rubble of my past. I turn it over and over in my hand. This, I think, is my ticket out. I open the piece of paper in my hand and dial the number written on it. The penmanship has a sloppy elegance to it, making it a little difficult to read. I dial the number into my phone. I put the phone next to my ear and hear it ringing, like church bells celebrating for the newlyweds, rather than a woman with a monotone voice telling me that my minutes have expired. A woman with a kind voice, like silk wrapping me in reassuring safety, answers the phone.


02/10/2017 - 14:52

          That was the day that changed my life forever.  I was walking home from school with some of my friends when we saw that a new thrift shop had opened down the street from my house. We decided to go in, it was very vintage looking inside. We were walking around when we heard a voice. An old, crackly voice. We turned around, to see an old blind lady with a stick to guide her way. She obviously couldn`t see us, so she asked:
¨ Who`s there?¨
We didn`t know what to say, so we just winged it. I started and said:
¨ Hello Ma`am. We are just looking around.¨
She gave us a puzzled look and said: ¨ Ok girls. My name is Alice. You can look at touch whatever`s on sale. Oh except for that green button on the back wall. It is not for children.¨
"Okay. What is it for?¨ I asked. Alice did not respond. She left the room quietly.
My friends and I went to the back wall to where the green button was.
¨ I wonder what it does.¨ I said.¨
¨I have no idea. Look! It has sticky note on the button. It has a note on it.¨ One of my friends said.
¨I`ll read it.¨ I said I started to read the note when we all had a huge surprise.
The note said that if you press the button, you would be transported to the ice age.
We all got super excited.
We pressed the button.

02/10/2017 - 14:50

Everthing was wonderful the trees, the clouds, the grass.  Just on a stroll around the park. I notiest that there was a  boom noise outside and I did not know what it was.  I went over a noticed that my house had been bomed by a nuclear wepon.  My mother and father were both dead.  I was wondering who did this.  The millatery mabye?  Then i thought what it would be like to be a bad guy.  So I decided be bad.  I atacked the millatary base because I though that it bomed my house. I was on my way to my friends house when the police were chasing me.  I hope i know who bomed my house.  Where would I live now?






This story was fictional.

02/10/2017 - 14:50

Dear person I saw you writing about traditions to Marcus  it was quite a show as you told me evrything and showed me what you wrote I guess it was just a pretty cool idea to the fact of matter with the spinach with cereal is that its ok to not get the letter in time to Marcus because of the storm so it was pretty coll of you to do that my friend. Sincerely your friend...

02/10/2017 - 14:50

My room was silent. I could almost hear the sound of the snow hitting my window one by one. I was home alone because my parents were at my fathers conference meeting in Chicago. All of a sudden I hear a screetch down the road and sirens ring in my ears. I shoot up from bed and race for the phone to call my parents. Who's hurt? What happened? Was it my mom and dad? Thoughts go racing through my mind as I pick up the phone. My hands were trembling as I wait for it to pick up. The phone picks up and I hear my mothers voice on the other end. Hello sweetie it's your mother...

02/10/2017 - 14:50

I wake, suddenly my head hurts alot. I stumble froward, I feel half awake half asleep. I trip over something and fall. I can't get up, I lay there. All my bones are aching and screaming for me to stop moving. I do, I stop. I wait a few slow minutes before I open one eye to see where I have landed. I expect to see my room's floor. I don't, instead I see a different room. Everything is the color white, and it hurts my eyes that are just adjusting. There's artifitial lighting bouncing of the walls making it seem like a box than a room. I stand, despite every muscle in my body telling me to keep playing dead. I see something across from me. Once I realize what it is I start to run. Not away from it but towards it. I run but then when I'm a few feet away, I am yanked back bye chains attached to my feet.

02/10/2017 - 14:49

Lindsey Bergman, 2001-2002 (GOTY)

I was typing on my computer. I was very bored. Then Kailey came in and scared  me half to death. I jumped up into the air, and landed on Kailey.

Kailey Hopkins, 2002-2003 (GOTY)

I groaned and pushed Lindsey off me. Then I put on my bathing suit, and gracefully leaped into the pool off of the diving board. And then Kanani surfaced.

Kanani Akina, 2011 (GOTY)

I wave to Kailey, and then I quickly dry off and eat a pink lemonade shave ice. I walk up the stairs to my room, and then I bump into Lea.

Lea Clark, 2016 (GOTY)

I apologize to Kanani, and then go out the door into the woods. I take some pictures of the animals. And then, Gabriela jumps out at me.

Gabriela McBride, 2017 (GOTY)

I wave to Lea, and grab her camera.


02/10/2017 - 14:49

You're lucky, you know?
You don't know a single thing about this world, its rules, it's creations, it's joy, or it's cruelty.

You don't know the harships you have to gothrough as you grow older, knowing that you won't be able to be younger anymore-only to grow older every day and every second of your life.

You don't know the unfairness of school or the people in them-almost like a cruel game of prey and predator (being a little dramatic). 

You only know the light and smiling faces of the people who love you, care for you, even if you've only been in this word for a split few seconds. 

You know the goodness of the world, and not the bad.

Which is good-if you think about it.