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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 I walked over to see if the house was unlocked. I was in luck and I was able to get in without a key. The house was dusty and had spiderwebs everywhere. I had learned that it was a 12-story house that was built about 30 years ago. The main floor was sort of creepy, so I headed upstairs. As I was passing some rooms, I heard some unfamiliar sounds. I figured that it was coming from the master bedroom which had some weird vampire vibes. As I walked in, I saw a green blob of slime. It looked friendly but then I remembered a dream that I had a few years back. I didn’t want my dream to come true, so I kept on looking in different rooms throughout the house. In one of the rooms I found an old journal that had cursive writing. Surprisingly I could read it. While I was halfway up the stairs, I heard the green slime ball behind me. I ran the rest of the way up and found a storage room. I ran to the first empty box and hid in it.

I was in the box for about 30 minutes. While I was in it, I was texting my best friend Maddy, and telling her that I was scared, and I needed help. She agreed to cause a distraction so I could run out of the house. She lived across the street and told me to wait about 10 minutes. The only thing I could think of was playing animal crossing. While I was waiting, I heard police sirens coming towards the house. Out of everything she could do she called 911. I had no choice but to come out of the box and face the green blob of slime. It had gotten bigger and slimier. When it heard the cops in the house it disappeared. I ran down quickly so they wouldn’t find me because I didn’t want to get in trouble. So, while they were searching through the rooms, I snuck downstairs very quietly. When I met up with Maddy I told her to tell them that I lived next door so they would go and tell my mom, but little did they know I was going to be in my room watching tv. So, I quickly went home cleaned up and hopped in my bed.

When the cops came over, my mom lead them to my room where I was watching the office. Maddy had told them that she heard screams that sounded like mine from the house and so I had to tell them that I was watching a scary move before. Luckily, they didn’t think I was suspicious, and I didn’t get in trouble.

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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 people to travel somewhere to make sure animals were safe and taken care of. She took a picture of the paper so she could call the number. When she got home, she called the number. They told her that she had to come into the company for an interview. The next day she went in for an interview. The asked her a whole bunch of questions. If, she got the job she would have to fill out paperwork. She applied for the job and would get a phone call later that day to see if she got the job.

Isabela was waiting and waiting. She paced back and forth. Finally, her phone rang. When she hung up the phone her eyes got bit and a giant smile formed on her face. “I got the job!” She screamed. She was so happy, she jumped up and down screaming. The last thing she wanted to do was fill out paperwork but if she wanted the job she would have to. Her job started in 2 days. She had to pack. She started packing right away. She could barely sleep that night because she was so excited.

When it was time to leave, she said bye to her family and went to the airport. When she got off the plane the clouds were gray, and it was raining a little bit. It was also cold and windy. She just got a gut feeling that she should get inside as quick as possible. She got to her house she was staying at and it was in the middle of the wilderness that she could monitor the animals. The rain started coming down harder. Instead of her going out to see the animals she unpacked her stuff. She thought it would be too dangerous to go out.

While she was getting ready for bed, she heard something outside. She looked out the window and she saw a tornado! She suddenly got butterflies in her stomach. She was scared. It was getting closer. She took cover underneath the bed. She could her heart beating, and the tornado was getting louder. She heard a bang. Then out of nowhere the roof tore of the house. The bed flew across the room. Isabela grabbed on to the closest thing near her which was a desk. She knew that was not going to hold her. The desk flew up to the air and that pulled her to. She flew up into the tornado. She was dizzy, she was spinning and didn’t know what to do. Finally, the tornado stopped she flew to the floor.

When she woke up, she was in a room. It was not a hospital but wasn’t sure where she was. She didn’t remember anyone and that she did see looked like aliens. She wasn’t exactly sure what aliens looked like but that’s what she pictures them to look like. Her head flew up and asked where she was. Whoever was in the room with her had a very high-pitched voice. She tried to break free, but she was stuck to the table.

Those animal people left the room but left scissors on the table next to her. “How dumb are they” Isabela thought. She grabbed the scissors and cut the rope. She ran to the nearest door. She seemed to be in a spaceship. At this point she didn’t really care, she just wanted to get out of here. She walked out of the door and was outside. She turned around and there was nothing there. No spaceship, no building, nothing, just her little house. It was weird though because it was not ruined at all. “Maybe it was just a dream” she thought. “It sure felt real though.” She continued her trip like nothing happened. She took care of animals and nothing else happened that was scary or weird. When she got back home, she told her family, “That was one weird trip.”

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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 the doors, and locked it from the inside. Her racing heartbeat pulsated under her fingertips. Her eyes widened as she heard him circle her room.

Beatrice King was a goody-two-shoes all her life. From the time she was just two years old she had better manners than someone ten times her age. Beatrice knew 3 languages fluently besides English: French, Mandarin, and Russian. She always had straight As and a 4.0 GPA. Beatrice lived with her father, her stepmother, and her two younger stepbrothers. Her dream in life was to become a successful humanitarian worker and to travel the world. Beatrice had recently graduated high school and was ready to send off her application to Yale. Beatrice’s life had been going perfectly, until today.

Today had been going just swell for Bea, she got home early from work and decided to start an essay as a backup plan in case she didn’t get accepted to Yale. She had only five hours before she had to pick up her brothers from school, so she thought she’d better get going. She was making herself a PB&J right as she heard a sound from the other room, “mom?” She said, wondering if she had come home early as well. She didn’t hear a reply, so she assumed it was nothing. She had just finished eating her food, and was about to head upstairs to her room, when she heard footsteps. At this point she was suspicious, so she looked around the corner or the stairwell. She silently gasped, she saw a tall, dark, figure. She didn’t think it saw her, but then she heard heavy footsteps coming her way, she caught him off-guard and ran in his direction. Luckily for Bea her house had many rooms and was large and confusing, she started running back and forth through the rooms, hoping to confuse the man who was in her house. It wasn’t working.

Continuing from where this story had started, she carefully looked through the seam between the dresser doors and watched him slowly walk towards her closer. She could almost hear her heartbeat, “please leave, please leave” she thought to herself.

He ripped open the doors of her dresser, hot tears ran down Beatrice’s face. “just kill me already” she calmly whispered, “I can’t handle this anymore”. His large, gloved hands held her in a choke hold, she said her last words “make. It. Quick.” and with that, the poor girl was dropped to the floor and her body lay there, lifeless and pale.

The man responsible for her death walked away with a smirk on his face, heading back to his car to pick up his two stepsons.

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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 I’ve ever seen him this excited. “Guess what today is dad?” he says. “I don’t know?” I respond. It’s too early for me to be playing guessing games anyway.“……..my birthday….” Gerald says.“OHHHHI know it’s your birthday my little wolf, I was just pulling your tail!”I exclaim. Just at the right moment Mom wolf stepped in.She gave me a little glare as she saw dried up tears running down his face.I used that to my advantage and ran out of the house to find a cake and some presents.I can’t believe I forgot his birthday AGAIN!I’ve forgotten every single one of his birthdays. I didn’t even remember to show up to the hospital when he was being born.I have two older children, Susan and Henry. I don’t think I have ever forgot about their birthdays.

We just got 3 new neighbors, I’ll ask them if they have any sweets or ingredients for a cake. But nothing with flowers or pollen in it. The whole wolf family has allergies with flowers. Finally,My new neighbors.They have some very odd houses. One made of straw another made of sticks. But who am I to judge them.I live in a cave.“Knock Knock.” no answer “Knock, Knock.” Still not an answer. “BANG BANG BANG”. Helloooooo. I can clearly see a pig in there. “Little pig, Little pig please let me in” “It’svery important.” “NOT by the hairs of my chinny chin chin!” What the heck? What’s a chinny chin chin? Then suddenly, the pigs’ beautiful flower garden started blowing in the wind, I feel a tulip brush against my nose “AAAACHOOOOO!” down falls the house. Oh my gosh I am so-I get a whole pile of straw thrown at my face, and two little pig legs dash across to the stick house. I’m just going to go over and apologies.“Hello, I am so sorry for that whole incident back there” “Please let me in, we can talk about it.” I say very softly. “Not by the hairs of my chinny Chin Chin!” they yell back. What is up with them and chins? I look down at my watch, it’s 10 after noon! I must hurry and get back. Oh no! The flowers. They are blowing this way. I try to turn away but I –I-I “AAACHOOOOOOO!” down goes the house. Oh My gosh! I am so super sorry for-a pile of sticks thrown at my face as the two pigs scurry to the brick house.

“Listen guys, I am so sorry for all that, if you would only listen”” Not by the hairs of our-” yeah yeah I know how this is going to go.“If you just listen I-” “Ring, Ring” uh oh, it’s my wife. “RING, RING!”

“Hello?”

“WHERES THE CAKE! GERALD IS CRYING!” she screams in my ear.

“Well, it’s just, I-”

“NO EXCUSES! YOUR BUTT AND THAT CAKE BETTER BE HOME IN 30 MINUTES! AND I MEAN IT.”

Just the sound of the long buzz after she probably slammed the phone down on the table back at home.

“Okay listen here pigs, I don’t want to get mad, but I will.” I demand. “It’s my son’s birthday and I need a cake!” The flowers pollen still sticking around sets off the allergies.“ACHOOOOOOO!”

Nothing happens. That’s good, but I still need a cake in 25 minutes. As I look up, I see a nice chimney. I can’t go back empty handed. That would be 6 years in a row. But if I break into the chimney, that’ll be breaking and entering. Welp, a wolfs gotta do what a wolfs gotta do.I climb on the roof and try to squeeze down the chimney. How does that old fat man doit?Once I got my hips in, I plopped down. But oh, was that a mistake. I can feel the heat hitting my feet. OUCH! I burst out the chimney and run to some water. Oh no! I have 19 minutes to be back. There is no way I can get a cake in that time. I guess we can just make that 7 years with me not remembering. Oh, but wait, that girl in the red hood has a basket that smells oh so nice!

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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 more delicacies than you could ever imagine. Their pleasant aromas drifting around the ballroom and up to the sparkling chandelier. The orchestra in the corner providing the sweet music on fine instruments. The ballroom was surely the most finely decorated room in the whole manor, complete with suits of armor guarding the doors and the priceless sapphire high up on a pedestal.

As the night’s wonderful melodies came to an end, she opened her eyes and placed her dancing partner in the corner of the broom closet, where she had been hiding, with the door to the ballroom just barely cracked open. A door no one pays attention to, like her.

She felt her heart clench and tears well up in her eyes, as she wished she could be in the ballroom, truly be in the ballroom, seen and heard. Wishing she could be wearing a silky gown instead a tattered dress, soaked in dirt and grime. With layers of smooth fabric rustling around her as she would dance with a real man, not a broom.

While she danced to the final song, she remembered every night she had spent in this closet. Remembered every night she had peeked out the small door. Repeating each step, each spin, and each twirl. Remembering how she only ever had a broom for a partner and a bucket for an audience.

As the closing song ended she dipped into a curtsy. But rose with tears in her eyes. She sunk to the floor, tears streaming down her face. Not caring if anyone heard her.

Eventually, she wiped the tears from her eyes. She didn’t know how long she had been crying, but it had felt like decades.

Standing, she brushed off the dust as best she could. Turning towards the door, she cracked it open, and peeked outside to see if anyone was still there. Empty. There wasn’t even a guard or servant in sight!

She closed the door a quietly as possible, tiptoeing towards the small servant door.

SNOORRT! Jumping as high as the sky. Nearly falling on her back. “What th-“She started, then saw the cause of the noise. Breathing a sigh of relief, as she watched Gerold snore with a mop smashed up against his face.

He was hiding behind the pedestal, avoiding his work, but how did I not hear him snoring? She thought. While suppressing another wave of giggles, a glimmer on the floor caught her eye. Not a flicker of the dying candlelight, but something else.

Turning her head towards the blue, gleaming sapphire, the smile gone from her face. Nearly priceless. The masters most prized possession. Realization dawned on her as she realized that she was all alone. Well, more or less. She could easily sneak up the stairs and take the gem, and no one would know that it had been her. The gem could buy her way to freedom, and much more.

But I can’t leave she thought. I can’t leave everyone else trapped here. They will have no way to escape and earn there freedom. But a quiet voice in the back of her mind urged her to take the gem.

Not until I have a real plan. A plan that saves everyone. And with that she tried to push the persistent thoughts away.

Turning away from the gem she gently walked the last few steps towards the door. Reaching for the door, she took one last sweeping glance around the ballroom. Hoping that she wasn’t making a mistake, she slipped out of the ballroom.

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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 and flooded through his veins. Even his fingernails buzzed with the energy. His Power was an incredible one, all right. He just hoped it would stand a chance against the Sentenials.

The Sentenials were the super-powered protectors of the Salt Lake district. The Villain didn’t hold it against them; he remembered his younger days, when he had wanted to do the same thing. Now these people got to live that dream.

He flinched as painful memories flooded in.

He shoved them down.

If it wasn’t for the little fact that they had declared him their Archenemy, he probably wouldn’t care. In fact, the Villain might have even supported them. But, then again, he was the VILLAIN. Did it matter whether or not he only wanted the best? That he didn’t dislike superheroes ? That he valued life?

No, it did not. To them he was evil. To him they were good. His perspective didn’t matter.

BOOM

Here. They were here. It was time. The Sentenials lined up at the bottom of the building and peered up.

“Hello!”

There he was, the leader of this gang. Striker, he was called. The Villain narrowed his eyes at the man, knowing full-well the loser couldn’t see his face.

“If you could just surrender, please, that would be great.”

The Villain ground his teeth. “No, thank you.” He called back, his voice echoing through alleyways and down story after story, reaching the group bellow. “If you please, I would like to start dominating the world in peace.” He paused a moment, before adding, “Please and thank you.” He smirked at Striker’s obvious anger.

“Fine then,” he said, “We’ll have to stop you.” He flew up towards the roof, but not before smiling his trademark BrightWhite commercial grin at the camera crew. His cape fluttered behind him, his padded, light blue armor shining in the early morning sun. The two other flyers on his team, Sky and Elemental, flew up behind him. The Villain smiled and popped his knuckles before making his move.

He had calculated all of theirs.

First, he shot a Long-Distance Plasma X-sniper at Elemental’s left wing. Elemental gasped, clutched his wing, and fell through a cloud of fluttering feathers falling towards the pavement below. Before he even hit the ground, the Villain had whipped out his next Weapon of Choice. He had done research, and Sky flew through wind manipulation- disrupt that wind, and he doesn’t fly. He almost felt bad, pulling the trigger. Sky was one of the few that he actually respected. But anything between him and the goal had to be destroyed. Sky flew, unaware, through the ring of disrupted air and began to fall to the ground, robe fluttering around the edges as he fell. Throwing away the AerialDisruptor, the Villain pulled his power to his hands and concentrated on his next victim.

Their leader.

He prepared his blasts, but they hung on the tips of his fingers. This wouldn’t be a flesh wound or a bad fall. This could kill him.

Curse it! He thought. Curse it all!

He pictured the man in front of him as all the superheroes he had idolized before- the superheroes who he thought would save him.

The superheroes who let Lenny die.

The superheroes who never showed up.

With a burst of anger, he launched his Power at the no-good, self absorbed egotistical man before him.

And watched him fall.

Everyone below gaped as their hero fell back, fifteen stories down, unconscious. After all, this was the Striker! The man who saved SLC! The hero who never lost!

The news reporters, the Sentenials, the crowd, all watching as he fell.

One thousand faces, it seemed, that glared up at him when he landed. One thousand faces filled with all the rage, all the horror, all the hatred their minds were capable of.

And seven angry Sentenials charging up at him.

He braced himself. Would he be able to beat them? All at once?

Could he go on?

They arrived in groups, and with every new arrival, the Villain felt himself lose ground. First came Shade and Sword, the Ninja/Samurai duo, who attacked with every martial art they knew and every weapon they had. Before he could recover, Haywire, the cyborg, appeared. His giant, steel, spiked clubs were incredibly powerful, could probably do some damage, but they were heavy. He dodged three attempted strikes, but when a kick from Shade sent him sprawling, he barely managed to roll out of the way.

When Joyride, the All-American Motorcycle Cowboy drove up the Bastalder Building, the Villain knew he was screwed.

When Ogre, the stone, club-toting giant appeared, it just sealed the deal.

The other two members of the team, SneakStrike and n00b appeared, they hung back, spectators to his utter destruction.

Suddenly, a flash of red filled the Villain’s vision. He was down, but not out, and he was stronger then any of these wannabes.

He lept to his feet, and grabbed Shade’s fist. Looking at her, all he could see through the red haze was ENEMY. He didn’t see her, or her weapons, or the terrified look on her face as she looked into his glowing red eyes.

All he saw was ENEMY.

He threw Shade over himself at Sword, who had been about to slash him with his classic Katana. He clattered to the floor, a crumpled heap of armor and weapons. He turned and snatched Ogre’s club out of the air with one hand.

“Never,” he growled, “ever try that again.” His hand glowed red, and cracks splitered across the weapon. With one final squeeze, the Villain crushed the granite club like sandstone, and with his other hand punched Ogre in the chest. The punch cracked hard against Ogre’s solid stone body, but it was Ogre who crumpled to the ground. The stone slid off of him, leaving a man clutching his broken ribs in a puddle of molten rock. The Villain turned his gaze on his remaining opponents. With stunning speed, he broke SneakStrike’s helmet, dismantled Haywire, took out noob and blasted Joyride’s tires from under him.

As the red haze dissipated from his view, like steam in a hurricane, he was almost startled to see the devastation he had caused. Suddenly, doubt filled his mind. Was he really doing what was right? Would this really save the world?

Or was he wrong? He looked over his opponents, distributed on the roof of his high perch. Was there any sense to this?

His mind filled with images: people cheering for heroes. His own name. What people thought of him. But when his mind settled, it was his most painful childhood memory that came to the front of his mind. Lenny, standing in front of thugs, standing between them and his childhood self. He saw himself call for heroes to come, saw his friend’s brave expression.

Saw himself screaming as one of them drew his weapon.

No. He had to save them. Had to make sure that this never happened to anyone else.

He would stop hunger. Save the poor.

He would eradicate crime.

He stood on the rooftop and looked at the scenic view, and reiterated his childhood pact.

I will take over the world.

And then I will save it.

He thought and added one more statement.

No matter who gets in my way.

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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 on top, and many different types of milks ranging from chocolate milk, to strawberry milk, to almond milk, to regular plain old milk. Millie ran into the dining room grinning from ear to ear. She was wearing her favorite pale blue overall skirt with a lily-white long-sleeved shirt under it. Her golden curly hair was pulled into two pigtails with blue and white bows tied around each. She hopped into her seat at the table and shoved two cinnamon rolls down her face and gulped down to glasses of chocolate milk. “Can me and John play outside?” she asked through a mouthful of food. “Of course!” Mrs. Peers laughed as she cleaned her daughters face.

As Mr. And Mrs. Peers cleaned off the table, Millie stuck two cinnamon rolls in her bag very sneakily. She grabbed her older brothers’ hand and ran to the back door. But before they could leave, their mother and father stopped them. “Remember, you cannot go into the woods. Even if it sounds like fun, you must not go into them. There are dangerous things out there.” said their mother sternly. She gave her children kisses on the head and they ran out into the massive yard of the old 18th century mansion. The children weren’t allowed to go into the woods because a tragedy happened to their parents the same way. Their mother’s younger sister had been killed in those same woods, and their parents were fearful that the same thing would happen to their kids.

The spring air was cold on John’s pale skin. Dew drops had collected on the grass giving off a fresh rain smell. John stopped running and took off his glasses to clean them. Once the square glasses were put back into place, he saw his little sister, standing one foot away from entering the woods. “Millie, NO!” screamed John as he ran towards her. Once he reached his sisters side, he felt an odd cold presence. He looked into his sister’s eyes and didn’t see the eyes he was used to. He saw a cloudy resemblance, like she had just been diagnosed as blind. John jumped back in surprise. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Her eyes were back to normal. Just as Millie was about to turn away from the woods, a long un-human arm wrapped around Millie and dragged her into the woods. John stared in shock, then felt panic rise inside of him. He had to get his sister back before mom and dad found out. So, he foolishly stepped into the woods, hoping to find his sister.

2 Hours Later

John was caked in mud. It had started to rain. John had been wandering for who knows how long. The farther into the woods he went, the darker it seemingly got. As time went on, he started to see and smell things that weren’t so pleasant. He saw bones, and the smell of rotting flesh tore at his nose. Up ahead he saw a clearing and… Millie! Millie was tied to a chair and had a gag in her mouth. John got closer and realized that Millie was passed out. Before he could run to her, something came out of the woods on his left and stood towering above Millie. John quickly jumped behind a tree and held his breath. It was the monster that he saw in the yard, the monster that mama and papa always told them about, and it was real.

The moment John heard the first crunch. He cried. Hot tears streamed down his face. He knew his sister was dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. Once John heard the loud stomping of the monster walk away, he slowly peeked around the tree. Nothing. Millie was gone. The only thing that remained were the two little bows that were tied in Millie’s hair earlier that morning. John slowly crept forward and picked up the bows. He looked at them, there was longing in his eyes. John turned and walked. He didn’t know where he was going but he didn’t care. So, he walked and walked until finally he saw the family’s 18th century home, and the bright green grass that was always an escape to happiness. But now, not so much.

20 Years Later

“You can’t catch me!” screamed Lily. John smiled as he watched his daughter play. It was a warm April day and the sun was out. John’s wife and three children ran around the yard while John sat and watched them play. As he was watching his family run around, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He gazed into the woods. The ones he could not bear to look at for they had taken his little sister away from him. But this time was different. It was like his eyes were drawn to the woods. As his eyes searched for something, something he did not know he was looking for, he saw it. The tall slender body of the murderer that killed his sister. Its wicked sharp teeth were yellowed and as sharp as knives. The monster flashed a wicked grin at John, and then looked at his youngest son. Timmy. Just as fast as it had come, the monster disappeared. John stood up from his spot on the lawn. “Timmy!” he yelled, searching all over for his son, but he was nowhere to be found.

woods on his left and stood towering above Millie. John quickly jumped behind a tree and held his breath. It was the monster that he saw in the yard, the monster that mama and papa always told them about, and it was real.

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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 has been made for the impossible. Grace was an acronym for; Genetically, Reinforced, Android, Controlled, by Evasion. She was programmed to look like a normal human she had brown hair and green eyes. She was very fit and muscular. Evasion had been recruited to be the new military advancements. Grace was designed so she could protect although, the only thing she was supposed to protect is Evasion. After almost being electrocuted by the water at a distanced cooperation she was willing to risk everything to take down Evasion. She was the rebels only hope to get to control even though she was wired to the ship this was going to be the hardest task she would do. She could have shut down the entire building for months. The problem was that Evasion would just start back and destroy her. She usually had control over herself unless Evasion thought she was going to over run them. She only had 1 minutes left. As she locked in the code for the final door to the control room when the animated voice for the building said, “Wrong password. Code Android!” She was stuck the door behind her had been locked. The last thing she remembered was a wave of electricity shocking the robotic life out of her. When she woke, she was strapped to a metal bed she had never been in this room. She had the blueprints for the whole building and yet she never noticed this room. No one was in the lab but her until Dr. Hades entered. His slicked back hair was the only normal thing about him. His eyes were like a snake non blinking and yellow. His skin was light blue. Everyone was told that the red rose he carried was actually white he just smothers it with the blood of his victims. Although the stench of perfume was what you would smell with a slight mix of blood. When he walked in, he had a white rose though. He walked forward while saying, “Glad you could join us Grace.” He continued forward. “I assume you know what that chair does saying that you’re the one that invented it.” Her eyes became wide and this only made Dr. Hades smile more than his usual sinister grin. Smiling he proceeded, “We have the Rebels cornered,” a screen appeared through the wall with footage of the rebels cornered in the walls she was previously trapped in right in behind control. “Either you stop this right now or we kill the rebels one by one.” She felt static coming from the chair it was getting stronger the longer she was thinking of what to do. “Aaahhhhhh.” The pain was too strong. The agony in her eyes made the smile on Hades even bigger. She could only do one thing she could make the doors fly open letting the Rebels to the control or she could stop it. Though what would that do she was just going to get killed either way. The only thing different is that Evasion would be stopped. The choice was so simple it was hard. She started the process in her head, and you heard the Rebels running into the control room and the screams of the soldiers being taken hostage or killed. The act was so surprising that Hades stop the shocking and just stared at the screen. When he turned back there was a red glow in front of him Grace had broken the straps and she was in front of Hades ready to attack. “How?” Hades said shaking out of his skin. “I feel you would know saying you’re the one that made me.” When she walked away the rose was no longer white. Finally, the blood on his rose was finally his own.walls she was previously trapped in right in behind control. “Either you stop this right now or we kill the rebels one by one.” She felt static coming from the chair it was getting stronger the longer she was thinking of what to do. “Aaahhhhhh.” The pain was too strong. The agony in her eyes made the smile on Hades even bigger. She could only do one thing she could make the doors fly open letting the Rebels to the control or she could stop it. Though what would that do she was just going to get killed either way. The only thing different is that Evasion would be stopped. The choice was so simple it was hard. She started the process in her head, and you heard the Rebels running into the control room and the screams of the soldiers being taken hostage or killed. The act was so surprising that Hades stop the shocking and just stared at the screen. When he turned back there was a red glow in front of him Grace had broken the straps and she was in front of Hades ready to attack. “How?” Hades said shaking out of his skin. “I feel you would know saying you’re the one that made me.” When she walked away the rose was no longer white. Finally, the blood on his rose was finally his own.

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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 were going to build, right on top of the only spot every creature from centaur to rat folk could live.

River stared at the destruction they had caused, trees on the ground, stones in piles. She rushed towards the inner part of the forest, where the mayor of their mystical town worked. She would tell him about the problem. He would surely help. The lumberjacks and businessmen made her face red and her knuckles white. She wanted nothing more than to keep them out of her home.

“Lumberjacks! Businessmen! They’ve come to destroy the forest!” River sprinted into the mayor’s office with bright eyes and breathing deeply.

“I know, I’ve had other reports of them. They are in the south side of the forest, correct?” He sat in his chair. River was astonished that he wasn’t doing anything, he took normal breaths. Other than the fact that he seemed slightly flustered, he seemed to be acting normally.

“Yes! We must do something! We have to keep them out of our home!”

“River, I’m just as upset as you, believe me. I’ve thought about it long and hard, but the sad truth is, we don’t have anyone to fight. I’m afraid everyone is either unskilled or has too many other things to worry about. There is nothing I can do.”

River couldn’t believe what she had heard. Her mouth was still as she left the mayor’s office. She knew that we were a generally peaceful community, but she also knew that the humans didn’t know they existed and were cruel. They would destroy the entire forest if they didn’t fight. She had to form her own battalion in order to save the home she knew like the back of her hand.

With the help of her rat folk friend, Jackie, River put up flyers all over town, asking for anyone who was willing to fight for their forest and for their community. Plenty of people read the flyers intently, and River’s spirits lifted.

The next day, she sat at a table with Jackie, full of anxiety. People from all over the forest had come wearing their most suitable clothing. River was looking for the most fit and capable. The last thing she wanted was to choose anyone who couldn’t keep up and then they injured themselves.

Looking at the crowd of people, River took a deep sigh and slightly shook her head. They looked weak, old, tired, and some of them were even kids. Jackie opened the doors to the waiting room, leaving only one that would be judged privately.

One by one, the crowd of people was assessed, and the best were picked out from the rest. It was clear River wasn’t going to do what she had planned to. The battalion she had created were not the strong warriors in River’s mind. She assembled a group of seven, including Jackie and herself.

The group consisted of their friend, Rosy, who was a fierce rabbit folk. She knew how to carry any weapon and could use them properly. She also carried a flower everywhere she went. Jackie’s brother was also in the group, because Jackie’s mom believed in inclusion. He was shy and timid and was in no condition to be fighting, yet he was anyway. Their group also had Paisley. River tried not to look at Paisley, her breathing was heavier when she did. Despite River’s problems with Paisley, Jackie knew she was strong and would prove herself to be a valuable asset.

They spent their night fighting with each other to prepare for the next morning. They were planning on raiding the site the lumberjacks were working on and demolishing the plan the businessmen had. They had to win against the lumberjacks however they could, then they were going to break the equipment they were using. They wanted to cause as much chaos as possible.

The morning came, and the group set out on their journey. When they arrived, the lumberjacks were busy and paid no attention to the odd noises coming from the bushes and trees. River climbed up into the trees just as she had done earlier, the others doing the same.

Once the team was all perched up in their trees, they held their breath until the perfect moment to attack arrived. With the sound of a horn, the team jumped down. Before anything else, the team stole the saws and other weapons the lumberjacks had with them. They also took the keys from vehicles. With the lumberjacks nearly helpless, the group could move on to step two of their genius plan.

The lumberjacks couldn’t move. Not only had they never seen such creatures to emerge from nowhere, but they also had never seen someone so determined to get in their way. For a slight second, they were about to retreat before the battle started, but then they remembered their bosses would have their heads.

The fighting lasted all day. It was brutal and fatiguing. River was still fighting powerfully, but she saw her team wobbling and falling. Even though they were still fighting, she kicked herself for trying in the first place.

Just as she was about to give up, she heard a booming noise that popped her ears. The entire forest people had come with whatever they had. Some had sticks, while others had real weapons. It made River smile for the first time in days. The whole town together easily overruled the group of quavering lumberjacks. At long last, victory was theirs. River could go home, knowing the forest wouldn’t be harmed.

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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 lies like, you look great when they really looked like they were just camping for a week. Sometimes he would tell a lie, to cover something up such as when he was in fourth grade, he tripped a kid playing kickball then an ambulance came, and the kid found out he broke his knee. But now that he was an adult, he still told lies. Levi is a climber now so there’s not much opportunity to lie and cheat that’s why it was the perfect sport for him.

He was training for 2020 summer climbing Olympics, but the problem was they were basing it on who was the strongest with the best technique. He was extremely strong with extraordinary technique. He couldn’t quite nail the one arm pull up though.

He was training at his coaches’ gym when he had an idea.

He was so good at lying and cheating why not cheat the one arm pull up? He was going to sneak an elastic band from his shoulder to his foot so then the resistance would help take weight off his forearm. It was an ingenuous plan.

He arrives at the USA climbing headquarters, where all the equipment is set up.

He greets the judges Margo Hays, Kai Lightner, Kyra Condie, and Tommy Caldwell. They give him his uniform, La Sportiva pants and a USA climbing t-shirt.

They call him up, his stomach flipped, he starts pouring sweat, his legs start to tremble. Despite all of this he walks straight up to the hang board.

The spotlight on him, everyone watching, he’s live for everyone to see.

He chalks his hands, grabs the hang board with one hand. His plan is working his almost three quarters of the way up, when all of a sudden he hears a buzzer go off. He falls to his feet. The judge is yelling. It all feels surreal. Maybe he’ll wake up from a nightmare. Maybe the judge hit the buzzer on accident. Why does he look so mad?

The audience is giving looks of extreme judgment. He doesn’t know what’s going on.

The judge is zooming in on the replay, he’s zooming in on his ankle. He’s wondering how he could have possibly seen the exercise band.

He’s watching intently with the other contestants. It still feels like he’s one horrible dream maybe a movie.

All he can think is thoughts of regret. Regret about every lie he told. Regret about every time he cheated. Regret about letting everyone down.

He sees on the replay his pant lag snagged on the band it is clearly exposed. He’s face gets flushed he just stands there. Standing there with his head down feeling everyone’s eyes on him.

They come over tell him to pull up his pant leg and they see it. They tell him to explain himself and all he says is I cheated I’m sorry.

Now the whole word knows he’s a lying cheat.

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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 since my daughter Molly went missing. the tragedy still hits me like a hundred bricks. The world torpedoes around me. I sat there quietly thinking about Molly.

The thought of her missing felt like a hole in my stomach. I sat up from the porch swing and walked along the sidewalk that aligned the dark forest. After a few minutes of silently walking and wallowing away in my own tears, I stumbled upon an old doll.

The doll had a white blouse with yellow sunflowers embroidered on it. The curly blond hair flew all over the dolls face in the wind. Dirt was splattered all over her cheeks. The doll reminded me of Molly. I scooped up the doll in my arms and headed back towards the house. The cold air filled my arms with goosebumps that felt like pins and needles. The air got colder and colder as I got closer to the house.

I swung open the front door and gently put the doll on the counter table. Her bright blue eyes stared at me. I suddenly got a chill that fled throughout my whole body. I stumbled backwards. The blood rushed to my head. My heart went into shock. Nothing hit me as hard as this did. I look closer, the doll blinks. It was my daughter. Everything comes back to me.

The moment when my daughter went missing. It was a Sunday morning when my life was turned upside down. Me and Molly went on a morning walk in the woods. There was this abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere. Molly was only 5 when all of this happened. Before I knew it, Molly had wondered in the shack out of reach. I went to go get her from the abandon shack, but she was gone.

Everything comes back to reality. My mind is fuzzy, and my eyes start to water. Molly was trapped. She was trapped inside the doll with no way to get out. Nothing feels real. I look back at the doll. My heart sank. I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. I cradle the doll in my arms and cry myself to sleep.

2The moment when my daughter went missing. It was a Sunday morning when my life was turned upside down. Me and Molly went on a morning walk in the woods. There was this abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere. Molly was only 5 when all of this happened. Before I knew it, Molly had wondered in the shack out of reach. I went to go get her from the abandon shack, but she was gone. Everything comes back to reality. My mind is fuzzy, and my eyes start to water. Molly was trapped. She was trapped inside the doll with no way to get out. Nothing feels real. I look back at the doll. My heart sank. I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. I cradle the doll in my arms and cry myself to sleep.

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 again 

–Ian Vanderlinden

FREE AGAIN

Being home is so boring

Need to go to school with my friends

This quarantine is holding me in

So say it with me if you feel the same

Boring, but it will end

Soon we will be free again we just have to wait

–Astrid Vicente

BREEZE

The chill wind whipping

Pushing up against my jacket in a swirl of freshness

The scent of fall leaves lingering in the air

The bite of the cold

Mixing with the relief from the hot humid sun

The taste of honeysuckle left as it passes

The roar in my ears

As it blows in my direction in anger just for a second

Subsiding to the calm before it came

–Britney Wagner

I LIKE HOCKEY

I can’t wait to feel the ice under my blades

The crisp air as I speed around

The feel of the crunch of the ice as I make a sharp turn

Feeling the vibration of my stick when I take a slap shot

Sight of the puck going in the net.

–Riley Walchli

Staining hands of orange

The tasty Doritos fills my mouth

with it crumbling in my mouth

with its bitter taste it yummy in my mouth.

Doritos in it red bag it is super yummy in my tummy.

–Isaac Walker

Hot Chocolate the iconic hot drink of the winter
Feel warm like the furnace
Enjoy the look of cocoa power with water
Smell the creamy sweet milk chocolate
Tastes rich like a flower, feeling that chocolate bar in a drink taste or you can make it more rich and add milk to it
Now you won’t feel frozen like an ice cube in the winter

–Justin Walton

Bright sun on the beach,

The sand on the bottom of you feet,

The breeze on your face,

The waves crashing down

The water on your face

–Jayce Ware

PAPER

Bright white and silky smooth,

Paper crumples and shifts as the pen moves

Making the swirls of another life –

The corners turn yellow as the years move on

One day to be forgotten,

A life more than mine.

–Hannah White

I flew through the sky and over the mountains that went through the clouds. My wings were as straight as paper not a single wrinkle. I saw a meadow and landed in the middle of it and sat down. I folded my wings and laid down and stared up into the sky. I saw clouds moving and shaping into shapes like a dragon, cat, circle, and mouse. I smiled at each one i found.

–Emma Williamson

MAYDA ELIZABETH MARSH

Her skin was as a summer lily sprinkled with seeds

Her hair was golden as sun rays and soft as spring moss

Her eyes sparkled as the touch of ice

Her touch was as of a ghost’s cold and of death

There she stood looking over Pemberley, birds singing their

song around her.

–Summer Willis

A GIRAFFE

Brown spotted blotches on rough yellow fur,

Shooting above all trees with it’s elevator like neck.

Quiet, light sounds of shuffling hooves,

Awaken the deep green leaves rustling in the wind.

The strong scents lurking through the air,

Smells quite delightful to the long necked creature.

The sun blazing high in the sky,

Far too hot for any humans like.

Magnificent creatures roaming freely deep in the wilderness of Africa.

–Grace Wilson

bob is the thing I am doing

shiny glowing 

angry grunts with fists of sharp claws

painful diamond blue sword

kills you fast with no attack recorded

the energy used to kill me is astronomical

–Skyler Wood

Beach aroma and breezy winds

Sand between your toes

the warmth of the sun against your skin

Walks across the sandy beach

Swimming in the cool waves

–Roslyn Young

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 tinkling of ice or a really cold slurpie

Falling into a glass,

And the steady slurping sound

Of a stream of soda pouring.

The soothing feel of really cold

Ice against my lips.

The cold gentle wetness

Bathing lips like a baby, tongue, and throat.

–Landon Snyder

BASKETBALL

The ball hit my fingers,

once my teammate passed it to me,

the shot clock was winding down,

my coach was yelling,

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

I shot it,

swish,

we won the game,

once my coach finally believed in me.

–Nick Sparks

BASEBALL GAME

The croud is screaming from the stands

the air is crisp, the sun is blazing

the excitement is rising

you can easily hear the bat as it hits the ball

the snap of the baseball is easy to make out

this is a place like none other,

a baseball game

–Jake Stapley

STRAWBERRIES

Taste buds preparing for sweet or tart attack,

Mouth is watering awaiting a mingle of chocolate or brown sugar in combination

Fingers grasping the green cap to release the goodness below

Dripping red juice, smooth interrupted with seeds, bumpy and Glistening

Smell of fresh and earthy, smell of fresh dirt, as if just pulled off the bush

Lips smacking and tongue licking nature’s goodness in red packaging

–Rachel Thacker

Flashing lights from Jumbo-tron,

Colors speeding down the court!  

My pulse pounds as if i’m playing too.

Popcorn smells, hot dogs too,

Stomach growling, but interrupted when points are scored.

Cheering, chanting, scoreboard buzz go silent

When hoping for a last point swish,

My dream — NBA!

–Junior Tippy

These are my hands

My hands will do

A thousand loving things for you

And you will remember

when When I am big…

That once my hands

were just this small

–Maddyson Toro

Cleansing the Earth, 

the thunderstorm causes chaos

Booming down,

like a rock smashing into a window

The thunder screams out,

a bloody war cry

Slipping away,

the tears of the heavens roll down the window in despair 

–Sila Tuakoi

Smelling the great smell of flowers,

The smell of roses seeping through your nostrils

that give you that happy, sensational feeling.

Lavender, Gardenia, Jasmine,

Oh, how many numerous and wonderful flowers

There are in the world.

–Aj Tukuafu

Poems by Students Whose Last Names Begin with P-R

DOGS

Dogs are snotty

They are cutely adorable

We run off into the space ship with all these buttons into space

As they run off into the moon

And jump as if they are in a movie

Which is called the “The First Moon”

–Grant Parry

RIDING IN THE MOUNTAINS EXERCISING HORSES

I rode through the mountain with the cool crisp air blow against my face

It smelled like fall time where everything smells like pumpkin spice candles

The colors of the beautiful trees were amazing yellow, brown, red, orange, and a hint of green

I heard the wind rustling through the bushes and trees

The texture of Zeb’s mane felt cold smooth and stringy

–Dylan Randall

SOFT CHAIR

As I sit on my chair

I feel the leather

As smooth as silk

I wish I could have the chair to myself

But I can not.

–Ian Richins

SNICKERS

Skittish and soft

Fluffy and sweet

Cuddly and loves to eat

Face sleeper and bed hogger

I just can’t stop hugging her

Snickers is amazing I love her till the end

–Ali Robertson

Poems by Students Whose Last Names Begin with M-O

BASKETBALL

my squeeky shoes run across the wooden flooring of the basketball court

I bend down a reach out for the ball i’m so familiar with, the leathery feeling beetween my fingertips. 

“thump, thump” the ball goes on the court. I walk to the line and wind up.  

As I inhale,     a wauf of the leathery smell touches my nose. 

My palms feel sweaty-  I jump up and release the ball.

–Grace Macarthur

CAMERA

Not quite the lightest but makes remarkable art

To capture a moment in time without a pause

The lenses, so shiny you can see your own reflection

A flash so blinding you can’t see for a moment

You have made history visual for many

And will continue to capture the good and the bad,

The light and the dark,

And make history with just a push of a button

–Sofia Martushev

THE SNOWY FOREST

The snow atop the peak of the rocky mountain.

The trees towering above the floor, like giants in a fairy tale.

The clouds sprinkle the snow on the grass like sprinkles on a warm cupcake

The animals I seldom see Prancing with their family

The hot fire is warm with Flames dancing from one Log to the next.

The moon seems to cut through the heavy cloud cover, like a hot knife through butter.

The Pine needle’s aroma fills the air and leaves have sticky sap to the touch

A dear plows through the deep snow

The wolves sound their war cry for all to know

An owl perches on a tree branch, its tan wings held out huddled around its meal for the night.

The sky is a black canvas,

The Snowy Forest is as quiet as a mouse but as alive as you and me.

–Preston Mcguire

PERFECT SUMMER NIGHT

It was a warm July evening

We wandered through the woods

The tall grass brushing on our legs as

We walked

The warm air blew our hair into our faces

As we trekked on we came across a small pond

Taking our shoes off to get in

We splashed and played until our feet got cold

As the sun set we started back to the house

As we got back we were handed cold sodas

They felt cool going down our throats

We pulled up camp chairs and sat around

A cackling fire feeling

The warmth on our faces as

We fell into a peaceful sleep

Around the fire

–Kaydence Meryhew

SPRING

The sun was shining.

As the spring breeze was blowing.

The flowers were blooming.

Spring has arrived.

The birds were chirping their song.

The clouds were fluffy like cotton candy.

All the snow has melted, and the sunshine comes in.

It’s the perfect time to be outside.

Summer will be around the corner.

Then Autumn, where the leaves are falling and makes beautiful art.

The smell of pumpkin spice makes autumn the best.

Then winter wonderland, the smell of peppermint makes winter memorable.

And this keeps repeating for a myriad of time.

For me, Spring and Autumn are the most beautiful.

Because the nature of these two seasons are like a painting.

–Kia Metcalfe

SPRING

Beautiful, beautiful, almost always on time. She always comes after winter to brighten up people’s lives. Something as beautiful as light or life itself comes. Spring comes after a fierce winter. Spring marks the beginning of every child’s happiness. When spring comes the earth begins to turn bright green. The plants begin to grow and the animals that wintered in the cold and threatening winter come out to live. Unknowingly spring arrives to brighten people’s lives. A single flower can change a person’s day. Spring comes to bring good news of happiness. The cold moves away and the warmth begins to come along with the wonderful spring.

–Daniel Molina

In my garden is a yellow sunflower,

And it is a very big flower.

It follows the sun until the sunset,

That sunflower is the biggest of that set.

The sunflower shines like a star,

And is the most prettiest thing by far.

–Michelle Molina

SOCCER BALL

In my garden is a yellow sunflower,

And it is a very big flower.

It follows the sun until the sunset,

That sunflower is the biggest of that set.

The sunflower shines like a star,

And is the most prettiest thing by far.

–Javier Moreno

DISNEYLAND

Stepping foot through the gates with excitement

Smelling popcorn, pretzel’s and hotdogs on the way

Waiting in the hot sun to get on a ride

Wind blowing in my hair nervous to go down the hill

I put the warm, soft sweet churro in my mouth

I open the door there’s a lot of toys, cloths, and jewelry.

Camera flash with a big smile for a family memory

A character in the corner go run to get a big huge hug

Sit down on main street and all the characters pass by

Walk back to the hotel in disappointment that the day is over

watch from the hotel window the fireworks pop and shine

wake up in excitement another day at the happiest place on earth

–Alyson Morrow

smooth fur and bushy tail. 

the fox lay quietly on a rock 

dark black eyes and pointy ears,

There was a sudden noise of a growl.

it was hunting season.

–Clara Nielsen

Muddy soles ciaked with dirt,

collecting petals, grass, and bits of earth.

They are pieces of the winding path

and evidence of the steep climb.

Filled with sights and sounds both new and old,

aching muscles, limbs, and toes.

The soaring summit fills my heart with surprise,

erases the tired from my eyes.

When the mountains call again, I’ll go,

and venture into the unknown.

–Olivia Olesen

 

Poems by Students Whose Last Names Begin with J-L

I just gotta say,

Why you still concealing?

Secret’s out today.

Cause I’ll be revealing

You would think, not yet.

But you know it’s true.

You know I won’t regretS

topping you!

–Aria Jensen

Growing Sound and Loud strings

callused fingers show in the dents in them

show who i am

big strings, short strings,

deep sounds, not so deep sounds–

make music

Connor Jensen

sticky hands and fingers,

sap coats the fine cotton of my shirt

the smell of the trees fill the air, like after rain

the prickly needles of green sweep my skin

the soft chirp of a blue jay fills my ears

–Hyrum Johnson

Making my hands greasy with a touch of crisp.

Smells like a fried pickle,

the best taste i have ever tasted.

Crunchy and firm when i take a bite.

I see it and think its dense but i dive in and its soft

Maybe its my favorite Chick fil A nugget. 

Charli Judd

You been trying to call

I been in the mall

for long enough

Maybe you can show me how to fall

maybe

I going through Withdrawals

–Madison Kaauwai

As the combination of sand and water rushed through my toes, I could hear the sound of the wind,

the mixture of blue and white water spread through the view of each window on the island. 

Little white crabs crawled their way through to the top of the sand, 

pinching anything that came in its way. 

The star in the night and the breeze from the ocean swept through peoples hair, 

possibly we were in paradise 

Levanialii Key

PIZZA

cheesy and oily,

it has different flavors

warm like a fireplace

make the whole family feel happy

–Andrew Kirato

BABBLING BEE

I loved that toy when it first came.

The sing-songy voice of an inebriated kindergarten teacher.

No matter how annoying.

You couldn’t throw it away.

The movie said to bury the head and body in different places.

Mom, don’t forget to change the batteries.

Don’t forget.

Late at night, oh so late.

Too late.

I should have reminded my mother…

Ethan Lahn

The ropes hang high and firm above my head, they hold up the shining lights that blare against my face

The wood beneath my feet is old and fading, but still sturdy from years of shoes, dance numbers, and romance

The smell is the same as it has been for all my life, old fabric, fresh paint and wood, and most of all, music

The seats before me stretch out like an ocean of velvet blood, the echoes of standing ovations and laughter still ringing in-between them

The pure gold and diamond chandeliers stream down like the jewels from angels, sent to us as a gift

This place always has been, and always will be my home

This is my place, with every one of its glittering wonders

I will forever love my own sweet stage

–Sofia Landheim

DOG

getting dirty getting wet

getting hyper getting out 

go to get a bathroom break outside when i am out i want a walk

when we get upstairs i will bark that reveals me just enough

–Grant Langell

The calming winds swing from near and far,

The Oceans shifting from side to side keeping a low tide

which calmly remind me.

The swaying trees, and the calm fields.

Can hide the storms,

For before creation there must be destruction.

Enoch Langi

DOGS

Dogs are very friendly if you treat them right and feed them. dogs will protect you if you protect them and care for them. dogs will also become like your protector if you train them to be. you have to take them on walks so they feel the cold breeze brushing against there thick or thin fur. you have to pick up there leftovers after they use the restroom taking care of a dog is like taking care of a child it will be like owning a child.

Shantal Ledesma

Poems by Students Whose Last Names Begin with G-I

Sugary sweet,

Bits of chocolate speckle them.

I knead them with my hands,

To make them soft and chewy.

My warm inviting smell

Welcomes all who enter the kitchen

Kailey Hadfield

ELEPHANT

The fields, grass 

Big, grey, rough skin 

Playful, gentle, kind 

Big eyes, big tusks 

Floppy ears, big feet 

Brooke Hardy

SUN

Warming up the asphalt

burning up my skin

aiding flowers in their growth

rays dancing in the sky

light traveling through our atmosphere

warmth tingling on my face

hides behind dark clouds

brings morning,

welcomes night

brings joy into my day.

Katie Harper

VOLLEYBALL NATIONALS GAME-WINNING POINT

Sweating palms, nervous quakes

waiting for the whistle to be blown

crowds yelling, fans jumping, the announcer announcing

people gathering around the court like bees to a rose

noise, noise everywhere

the sharp noise of the whistle and all of the noise focuses to you and the ball

boom……boom…..boom 

right left right left, and serve.

Taylor Harvey

FROZEN BLUEBERRIES

Staining your fingers tips, hands, and lips

So cold they can make you shiver

Tasting fresh in a smoothie

Here and there getting a blueberry the size of a quarter

–Juniper Heidenfeld

White and grain of rice; 

With seaweed like dry, thin paper.

Wrapped layer by layer,

taste by taste.

All the fractions of a single roll,

The orange lava drips down the side. 

Placed in my mouth,

The tastes together,

Divine.

–Grace Ivins

Poems by Students Whose Last Names Begin with D-F

You’re welcome

We scream to you at night

I don’t want to fight

My thoughts

They make me go insane

I want to put them in a frame

–Landon Day

DANCE

Dance dance till you’re dead

Dancing is a way of life

Dance dance dance

Ayden Derr

The very big wolf runs around the forest looking for his pray. He was a lone wolf he left the pack when he was very little he only has memories of being alone. He saw a big Elk, he has never ate an Elk before so he went for the kill huge sharp claws came out of no were to kill the huge Elk. It tasted strange to him and he did not know what to make of it but he did it he was the first wolf to kill an elk all by himself. It started to rain it was dark moist night it was time for him to get some rest. He always slept in a new spot every single day but that is the thing with lone wolfs they always find a new place to call home he was walking for a long time that his paw started to bleed but he need to find a place that know could find him he started to climb up the highest mountain just get some rest well he was walking he saw his old pack together in there cave but he moved on. He found a little crevice in a mountain to sleep he fell asleep to get more rest 

Everett Duce

The feeling of mountain biking is so amazing, there are so many different feelings that are involved in it, the feeling of griping the handle bars, the feeling of going down the mountain, the feeling of going over mad rollers of soaring off of dirt jumps into the air, the feeling of taking off your sweaty gear in getting a sense of accomplishment and looking at your hands and seeing how dirty they are after a full day of riding, either by yourself or with friends.

Kai Duerden

Steam rising from the cracks

Scent of butter and fruit fills the air

The sound of soft crunching and crumbling with every knife stroke

The taste of sweet berries pass my tongue

Mmmmm! Razelberry pie

Kambel Ellis

Splashing on the cold cement,

Falling rain makes the calmest sound

Watching as is falls is time well spent

From the large gray clouds, it hits the ground

A beautiful thunderstorm.

Auri Fackrell

THE ALLIGATOR

Full of multiple colors

Black, Green,  and brown

The bite force of 2125 pounds of force per square inch.

The alligator is one of the most feared predators in the animal kingdom. 

With many different textures along the skin

It gives a sort of cover for it when it attacks. 

Even if it can’t find a prey to eat

It will find a fruit tree and start to replenish its hunger.

Misi Felila

Poems by Students whose Last Names begin with A-C

A small square frame

So simple yet important

It holds little pieces of paper

That are special memories

They matter oh so much

And are seen everywhere

On walls to desks

That have souvenirs 

Frozen in time

Hailey Andrew

COMIC CON

The cement ground is hard below our feet.

We walk; its chilled surface pressing against our shoes.

Crowds sway through a metal doorway.

The paint is old and chipped.

Carpet is everywhere in the hallways.

Swirls of colors dance together and stretch across the floor.

A scent wafts through the air and settles in our noses.

Many smells are contained into one.

There’re roasted nuts dipped in sugar.

It smells as sweet as it tastes.

The leather cuts in and smells like it’s old and cracked.

There’s another one that’s hard to name,

But it smells like the rows of booths

And cement columns and vast windows

That we see all around us when we’re in this place.

— Zadey Arciniega

The pages turn themselves

Into a magical world of adventure and peril.

The story of a knight, a princess and dragon.

Your mind goes astray as the pages flip.

And then the story is over, with what felt like a short life

Zach Ariotti

TROLL FOLK

Oak wood splinters there fingers

Shouting playing the sound of old fathers words so true

Forward through the land

Horns and claws

To begin the movement of the old mans voice

Reed Barnhill

My hand traces over the page

I feel a slithering sensation

With a seemingly smooth slide

I turn the page.

With one sound

Like the breeze flapping aimlessly

A new set of words appears in front of my eyes

Ready to read.

Will you go on?

It seems to ask

Silently begging for my attention.

It smells fresh, if a bit dry

As I turn the page

With a slithering sensation

And a breeze

Braylon Borchert

THE POOL

Clorin smell

Wet and warm

Clean and blue

See through

Happy feeling

Payton Boss

SLIME

Sometimes squishy, and sometimes crunchy.

sounds like a popping popcorn.

looks likes wet colorful pizza dough

mostly smells like glue, but can also smell like, creamy Oreo cream

And sour blue raspberry

Sydney Butler

FORRESTS

Trees bearded with moss,

The sunlight shining through the green summer leaves,

The shadows prancing around me in the wind,

Roots scattered around the forest forest floor,

I can make out the setting sun in the horizon,

A fire going to bed after a long day of burning.

Lilli Canflield

“Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,”

Says the rain as it slowly blankets the earth.

“Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.”

Its voice lowers to a whisper.

I step outside.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

The sweet scent of rain.

Rose Canfield

THE OCEAN

The waves crashing into the beach                sounds like a thunderstorm in the ocean.    The salty breeze blows on your face. The big blue sea full of mysterious creatures goes on and on. the golden brown sand feels like a soft Pillow Under your feet. Dolphins jumping up and down leaping                    though the water.

Frida Casanova-Miranda

NEW YORK

The busy streets teeming with people.

Some in a hurry, some not.

The tall buildings reaching up, up, up, up.

Filled with people.

Lady Liberty pierces the sky.

 A monument watching over a city.

The city shines aglow with twinkling sparkling lights.

The stars all but gone.

Tana Chapman

WATER

Flowing like the song of nature

The water washes the

Doubts, regrets, and the insecurities.

This flowing angel is as old as time.

This water is clear and pure

The waves calm and settle.

All around the sand makes a

Brilliant statement of the calmness

Around the water.

Arya Cummings

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