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Write about anything--in any genre or style!


The old house

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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


The Frozen Window

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.

Ranch Man

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.

Ranch Man

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.



Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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

Left Alone

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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. 

My Fat Kitten

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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

The Great Kindness Challenge - Third and Fourth Graders

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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

The Black House

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.

" don't hurt me."

Then it went back.

(to be continued)

Just Because

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.

Bad Lip Reading (extended version (2))

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.

Kro'nam's Fall

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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!


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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. 


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.


White Room

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.

American Girl - Girl of the Year Short Stories

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 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.


The Story of Jorge Martiénéz JR

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:48

There once was a soccer player named Jorge Martiénéz JR. Jorge started to play soccer at a young age. His father Jorge Martiénéz SR is a reitierd professinal soccer  player. Some people consider Jorge Martiénéz SR as one of the best soccer players ever to play the game. Now it is time for his son to become what he was. Maybe even better. Jorge Martiénéz JR is currently 12 years old but so many acdemies are looking into. He already has 5 contracts that all all involve a great deal of money. This is the begining of Jorge Martiénéz JR.

The Squad

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:44

It was around October, there were five of us.

Four out of the five of us were laughing and  singing.

The fifth was driving but she was also singing.

The four that were laughing had a club called The Squad.

They all had shirts,

number one was Jaclyn,

number two was Kayla,

number three was Chloe and number four was Caroline.  

We had been in the car for a little over an hour,

and we were finally there, Sky Zone.

We all walked in together in the number order,

we got our special socks so that we could do what we went to do, jump.

There were too many trampolines to count,

we tried to jump on all of them at once but there was too many.

We jumped so high we were sure we were going to hit the ceiling.

We tried to build up as much momentum as we possibly could.


Chloe was the crazy one out of all of us but Jaclyn was close

in second. Chloe the whole time was saying she was a mama sthwan,

she had a little dance,

it went with her saying she was a sthwan.

Once we had been there for an two hours it was time to go home.

On the way home we stopped at McDonalds,

we all got something to eat.

While we were driving home we were throwing french fries,

Gummy bears and chicken nuggets out the windows.

Once we all got home we all slept very hard.

Jaclyn’s mom after had admitted to Jaclyn that she was embarrassed,

I mean we had been throwing food out the windows.

Once we all went back to school,

we all agreed that we had to do something like that again.  

This was definitely the most fun we've had in a long time.   


Oh No Not Again

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:39

Oh no not again

Help, its a goldfish 

The gold fish swam at me full speed and ate off my left nostril

as I swam from the goldfish it bit off my finger

No more peace signs for me but that wasnt the most of my concerns at the moment

I'm starting to think that this "goldfish" is a pirannah

I get out of the water and start to walk to the creek as the teddy bear follows me with a stick in its mouth

He stops as a I do and I turn my head to him the takes the stick out of his mouth and throws it at me

I am also starting to think that something may be wrong with me and I going crazy? 

Is this real?

I smack the bed really hard as I wake up remebering that it was not real and that I am in a padded room if the mental hospital on shadow creek all alone right on the edge of the pond.

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Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:37

If I was a candle, would you be my flame?

If I were a bell, would you be my tower?

If I was the student, would you be the teacher?

If I were a song, would you be the dancer?

If I was a meldoy, would you be my lryics?

If I were a book, would you be my reader?

If I were a poem, would you be my reciter? 

If I were a flower, would you be the honey bee?

If I were a tree, would you be my needles?

If I was a lock, would you be my key?

If I were the artwork, would you be my sketch book?

If I was frozen, would you be the heat that thawed me out?

If I were a princess, would you be my knight in shining armor?

Or would you fall back into the shadows?

Unwilling to touch a flower so deadly.

For you are no longer the flame to my candle, because it has long burned out. 

For you are no longer my tower, because you buckle and broke under the weight of the chimming bell at the top.

For you are no longer the teacher, because you failed to teach the lesson that waited around the corner. 

Your dance moves no longer sync with the beat of my song. 

Your lryics no longer match my melody.

For you are no longer my reader, my reciter, my needles, my honey bee. 

For you are no longer my key, for my lock has changed. 

For my mixed media artwork, no longer matches your one media sketch book. 

For you are no longer the heat that thaws me out, for I was the flame the whole time. 

For you are no longer my knight in shining armor, for your armor has rusted.

For you are no longer my muse, for you are as dull as old bronze. 

For you are no longer my desire, because you tried to smother my only glowing ember.

For you are no longer on my mind, because as I fell backwards, arm extended for someone or something to grab onto; you stood back and laughed.

You cackled as I bulit myself up to be something stronger without you.

For you are nothing more than a grainy image, pushed to the back of my memory. 


From Old Guitars

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:36

I am from board games and old guitars,

From wooden picture frames and scraps of paper.

I am from the red peeled paint on the weathered siding,

From the smell of of lilac candles.

I am from the pine trees I used to climb and the sound of chunks of wood hitting the bottom of the wheelbarrow.

I am from the beaten trail in the woods,

on which I used to race my cousin.


I’m from chocolate milkshakes in old fashioned glasses and moonlight walks in the winter,

From Jennifer and John.

I’m from stacking wood and making a mess of the kitchen,

From baking pies and pastries and wrapping and re-wrapping presents.


I’m from “Because I said so” and “See yah later alligator”

And The Wheels On The Bus.

I’m from fancy ribbon and pretty wrapping paper,

From Guilford and Brattleboro and Maine and Kansas.

I’m from pecan pie and candied yams.


I am from racing horses all over New England,

From long brown hair and deep blue eyes.

I am from the shelf of old dusted photo albums

sitting sturdy on the wooden shelf.

just fade away

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:29

The tears i shed the words i cry

it doesn't seem matter

to you my dear it comes and go’s

now let it fade away

You held me up but i fell down

falling into darkness

You probably left cuz you saw me as the person i reiley am

My heart aches

my heart breaks now that you have gone

Im burning on the inside

Im burning all around

The tears i shed

The words i cry

It doesn't seem to matter

To you my dear you come and go

Now just fade away.   





dream on!!

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:27

I dreamed

I was martin luther king

On a wonderful march of freedom

Chanting “I had a dream”



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



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


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:11

   vermont writes day


     In my book Jack Plnk Tells Tales it is a book of Jack Plank and he was a pirate and he. Loved it until he got let go and he trid a farmer,baker,fortuneteller,fisherman,barber,

Goldsmith,actor,musician and the problem wise solved. And he was a storyteller

and a prison play a flote.



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

I was only 12 when I started to get into trouble. I did not care if I got grounded, I would simply just crawl out my window. The first thing I did that was realy bid was smash all the windows in all of the school buses, after that I got kicked out of my school so we had to move. A few years later  I turned the basement into my lab I went down there one day and I blew up the house. By that time my parents got sick of dealing with me so they put me in a nut house