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Green Slime
Hi, my name is Abby and I’m 14 years old. About 2 years ago I had just moved in next door to an abandoned house. I was very interested with the story behind it. I wanted to know more about when the house was built and who lived in it. On Sunday afternoon around 5… Read more
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One Weird Trip
Isabela is a 16-year-old girl who loves animals. She has always wanted a job that has to do with animals. Now that she is 16, she can start looking for jobs. One day she was walking down the street when she saw a paper taped to the wall that said, “Now Hiring”. They were hiring… Read more
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Goody-Two-Shoes All Her Life
Bursting through every door, she bolted upstairs. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was an earthquake. Her face was hot and red. She tried to catch her breath, but then she heard the pummeling footsteps going up the stairs. She hastened to her large, Victorian dresser. She quickly crawled inside, quietly shut… Read more
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Bad Wolf
Waking up I think to myself “ugh another morning.” As I walk down the steps to get my coffee, I feel a set of eyes staring at me. It’s my youngest son! He has the biggest smile any wolf has ever had.“Good Morning Gerald,” I say. “GOOOOOOOOD MORNING DAD!!!!!” he yells back. I don’t think… Read more
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A Glimmer on the Floor
She started dipping, swaying, and whirling, stepping in time with the pleasant melody as it drifted through her head. Her eyes were closed as she spun throughout the ballroom. The ivory colored walls holding golden gleaming candelabras with their blinking, flickering light bouncing off the lavish decorations. The shining platters catching the light, heaped with… Read more
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The Villain
The Villain stood atop the largest building in SLC, peering down at the ground beneath him. It was a beautiful day, if a bit nippy, and he enjoyed the view. He knew they would be here soon. He awaited their arrival. The Villain felt a rush tingle up his spine. It flowed across his bones… Read more
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Into the Woods
“Mama!” Millie shouted as she ran down the marble staircase. The large manor echoed with her tiny, delicate voice. John, Mr. Peers, and Mrs. Peers sat at the dark oak wood dining table. It was decorated glamorously with crispy red bacon, bright yellow eggs, sweet smelling cinnamon rolls with a thin layer of creamy icing… Read more
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Blood on the Rose
Raising to the wall a cold metal blanket rapped around the soldier his feet dangling. She was clearing the way for the Rebels to bulldoze through the halls like snowplows on icy roads in the winter. She was there hope for taking over Evasion. Ever since Grace was created by the famous Dr. Hades she… Read more
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River
River leaped from the trees and hit the hard floor. She had been observing the unusual men who had barged into her forest. In the beginning, she hadn’t known why they had come. Now, it was obvious. They had come to annihilate her home. She had heard their scratchy voices talking about a city they… Read more
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Lying Cheat
Everyone rushes over, Elijah has a bloody nose and he is holding his leg. Everyone was there, everyone but Levi. They were playing kick ball, Levi was as still as a statue pretending like he didn’t know Elijah was hurt. Levi lied a lot so he wouldn’t get in trouble. Usually they were just white… Read more
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Doll
I walk over to the door. The creaky floor beneath me screeches. I put my hand on the wooden doorknob. I walk out the door to the old patio, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs. I sit down on the porch swing. Rocking back and forth and back and forth. It’s been 57 days… Read more
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Poems by Students Whose Last Names Begin with V-Z
SKATEBOARD The rough surface grips my shoes The once smooth wood on the bottom is now scratched Wheels crash on the street I ride through the fresh air and take a deep breathe in My legs bend as I try to get off the ground I fly through the air then find my self rolling… Read more
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Poems by Students Whose Last Names Begin with S-U
Roses are red Violets are blue I don’t like poems But I’m writing one for you –Jaycie Schick That one very terrible hurt-sour candy feeling when you have too much With tongue so parched it sticks To the roof of my mouth like burst of powder. Nothing there to swallow but air. Then the lovely… Read more
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