Clock Reads 5:06

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by Jack, Age 11

I look over to the clock, it reads 5:06                                                                         
I stuff my head into the pillow
thinking about what the day may bring         
I turn over, 5:10
All I hear tic toc tic toc tic toc
Every moment burns as the star rises
The day is near
Ring!Ring! Ugh… I just want to stay in bed 
I have an urge, something big, huge
I can’t figure out what I'm thinking of...
I zoom through all the things that get me ready
Brush my hair and teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast
Today is the… first day of school!
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A Hidden Kindness

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by Peyton, Age 13

It is 2050 on the streets of New York City, and Mary Joe is merely walking down the broken road. Everything was just so dull. Nobody went outside to play or get the mail or even go to work. It was like there was no purpose in life—at least that’s what Jonathan made it feel like. He hated life and cared about no one but himself.

But then Mary Joe arrived. She was the beauty in everything, even in this shattered world. It was like she brought meaning into life. Everybody loved Mary Joe and they treated her as if she were their own. She was the perfect little angel and everyone knew it, even Jonathon. He disliked how she was so kind to everyone and how she wanted to recreate this wasted world.

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The Race

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by Jacob, Age 13

It was a Monday at Columbia High—home to the defending state champions in cross country from the year before. The cross country team was doing a timed two-mile for the first practice of the season, and as usual, Brady Henry was the first to finish with a time of 11:34.

“Better than my fastest time last year,” said Brady. “My fastest time last year was the last meet we had, and I ran an 11:43.”

Then Louis chimed in, “I heard that Marcus from Charleston High ran an 11:20. Apparently, he is a lot faster than before. You might have some competition this year.”

“Who cares, I have a lot more potential and can beat him at the meet,” said Brady. Continue reading →

Into the Night

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moonby Miranda, Age 13

My favourite time, the time is night,
The time of day, comes after light.

Things go quiet, the owls hoot,
The house is dark, to bed I scoot.

I lay in bed, the blankets warm,
My eyes are closed, my dreams now swarm.

My braid is loose, and behind my head,
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Me as a Maple Tree

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by Brieanne, Age 8

I have a very interesting life. I am a maple tree. Let me tell you all about what happens to me during the four seasons of the year.

In spring I get a little warm, but it’s mostly cold. I get some green leaves and some brown and gold. Birds start to build their nests in me! It tickles!

In the next season called summer, it gets really warm. Hot! My leaves are totally green, not one brown or gold. But little buds grow on my branches, it hurts a little but I’m glad I’m growing! Continue reading →

A Wall and a Bridge

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“I choose to write “Love is a Wall and a Bridge” because I believe that love is lots of things. Some good and some not so good, and I just wanted to portray that in a poem.” by Peyton, Age 11 Continue reading →

Mr Clumsy Big Bear

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by Tvisha, Age  10

Mr Big Bear was a clumsy old fellow
Everything slipped out of his hands like jello
Plates, Bowls, Silverware too
All slip out, and everyone knew
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Curtis & the Boy Next Door

boynext_1by Isabella French, Illustrated by Carmen Durand

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful fall morning, eight days into October, and Curtis was turning 10. His mother had planned a party with all his school friends at their place that afternoon. Curtis lived with his mom and dad in a townhouse complex that lied between the outskirts of their small town and its surrounding forest.

Usually it was cooling down this time of year, but that day the sun was shining after a few long rainy days. Even though the air was brisk, Curtis wanted to go outside and do something. He thought it would be fun to go out with Derek for a bike ride before the rest of his friends came for the party.

Derek, Curtis’ best friend, lived right next door. They had almost everything in common, even their size, except Derek was two years older. Derek lived with his mom and was good about helping her out as much as he could. But even so, he was always game for getting out of the house for a little break when she was doing her housework. She’s the kind of mom who likes to put headphones on and sing loudly out of tune while she works! Before the boys left for their ride, she leaned over, rustled Derek’s hair and said, “Have fun boys!” The boys found their shoes then sat on the steps to put them on. Continue reading →

Cupcake Catastrophe

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by Kendra, Age 12

Eliza Maxwell leaped off the bus and dashed to her house. “I’m home!” she announced, slamming the door behind her and tossing her backpack onto a window-seat.

Eliza’s older brother, Jacob, stepped into the room, his hands greasy. Jacob was studying to be a car mechanic, and practiced on the family van whenever he could. “Hey, Liz!” he called.

Eliza’s younger brother, Sammie, and the family dog, Squash, bounded in together—Squash’s nails clicking on the tile floor. “Hey Liz!” yelled Sammie. Squash barked excitedly. Eliza leaned down to pet him.

“We’re having a class party!” She took off her shoes and flopped down at the kitchen table. “My teacher says we all have to bring something to do or eat, but I can’t think of anything to bring!”

Jacob shrugged. “Well, you could bake those strawberry cupcakes Mom made for your birthday last year.”

Eliza gasped. “That’s perfect! Will you help me?” Continue reading →