Danielle Curry
2/11/10
The deep dark blue sea
My breath burned in chest as I swam in the dark blue sea. I was running out of air and strength. There was no dought about it the sea monster was getting closer. My chest pounded of a heart beat as the sea monster roared. I was afraid that I would slow down and what ever it was’ was going to get me. All I kept thinking about was I got to get back to the boat. I swooped behind a rock that thing couldn’t find me yet. I knew sooner or later I was going to have to start swimming again. I looked at my oxygen tank it was half way full. I said to my self am going to die.
But at the last minute I remembered that I had called for help an hour ago and didn’t know if any one responded or not. But it was time for me to start to swim again but I noticed it was quit almost as if the sea monster had left. I knew that hadn’t left so I looked around. I looked to my right and there it was the sea monster right behind me. But the monster looked as if it couldn’t see me but just scene me and hear me. Suddenly I was pulled away fast underneath the rock into a down ward cave. I was so scared because I couldn’t see what was pulling me. But then all I could see is a under water city it was the most chocking thing ever. I tried to turn around but I was taken away again. Not being able to see what was pulling me away. I was brought to a room that was field with water and then into a door. Witch brought me into a room that held oxygen like I wasn’t under water any more. I was asked by women was I ok? She was the prettiest women I had ever seen but in me as I looked down I noticed she had no feet but a fin. She was a mermaid I couldn’t believe it.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Brotherhood Bites -- Destin M. Smith, Freshman
Brotherhood Bites
Destin M. Smith
Freshman
During a fateful night in a suburban neighborhood in Seattle, my little brother Jake was eating spaghetti, and I was making Jell-O. By the way my name is Tin. “Jake said with a yelp “It good!”. I said back “yeah I know now finish up the rest”. After making the rest of the Jell-O I went to watch the ending of the news. There was an urgent report on saying that an experimental wolf has escaped from the lab. I was astonished to find out the that there was a secret lab. Hidden in this god forsaken town. Yet it is so abandon that it is a great place for stuff like that. All of the sudden Jake stared to growl and snarl. I ran over to him in a flash.
Destin M. Smith
Freshman
During a fateful night in a suburban neighborhood in Seattle, my little brother Jake was eating spaghetti, and I was making Jell-O. By the way my name is Tin. “Jake said with a yelp “It good!”. I said back “yeah I know now finish up the rest”. After making the rest of the Jell-O I went to watch the ending of the news. There was an urgent report on saying that an experimental wolf has escaped from the lab. I was astonished to find out the that there was a secret lab. Hidden in this god forsaken town. Yet it is so abandon that it is a great place for stuff like that. All of the sudden Jake stared to growl and snarl. I ran over to him in a flash.
Bad Dream - - By Brieanna Lewis 9th grade
My breath burned in my chest, and I was running out of strength. There was no doubt about it they were getting closer by the second as in the mall. The people in the mall did not even notice me running. I was ten feet away from the pet twenty feet from Old Navy. There was a restroom about three feet from my center; I leap to it like a cat. As entered there were five to ten monsters appeared. As I ran out of the restroom in a flash. Strangely there was no one there empty as of night time. I spun around quickly as it I was hallucinating there they were again. This time they had multiplied. I realized very quickly that I might die. I tried to escape but I could not. As they went to eat my head I wake up drenched in sweat. I leaded from my bed screaming from my mom but mom was not there. So I ran downstairs passing the white cover table. What was it on the table? I asked myself scared. I was a nightmare of my own a table full of coke what was I doing to myself...?
Arkansas State Finals - - by Shawn McMillan, Grade 9
It was the Arkansas football state finals for football. It was the Ravens vs. The Warriors. Tyler B. was the running back for the Ravens. And Bill T. was the running back for the Warriors. They hated each other and both craved the state final championship trophy. They hated each other because two years ago they were both in the Ravens then Bill left because he thought the team sucked, and so he went and joined the Warriors who are the Ravens rivals
The first half was relatively quiet The Ravens had 21, and the Warriors had 14. On the first play of the second half Bill made a 50 yard touchdown. The Warrior fans cheered as the Ravens fans hissed and booed. It was now tied. Nothing happened for the next 45 minutes. The Ravens were on their own 20 yard line and it was third down. Tyler feels as if he has been punched in the stomach by a giant, and wants to blow chunks all over the Warriors. The quarterback tells Tyler hat he is running. That just adds to his distress.
So the play begins. The quarterback hands him the ball and he finds a hole right up the middle. He sheds one tackler and jumps over another! He feels super human. Nobody could stop him now. He picked up his pace and you could see the dirt flying up from under his cleats. And he made the 80 yard touchdown! The fans erupted in glee, and whole team pilled onto he field. And Tyler got the game winning ball, and got to have the mayor hand him to trophy. After the game Bill game up and said good game and shook his hand. They were friends for the rest of their lives.
The first half was relatively quiet The Ravens had 21, and the Warriors had 14. On the first play of the second half Bill made a 50 yard touchdown. The Warrior fans cheered as the Ravens fans hissed and booed. It was now tied. Nothing happened for the next 45 minutes. The Ravens were on their own 20 yard line and it was third down. Tyler feels as if he has been punched in the stomach by a giant, and wants to blow chunks all over the Warriors. The quarterback tells Tyler hat he is running. That just adds to his distress.
So the play begins. The quarterback hands him the ball and he finds a hole right up the middle. He sheds one tackler and jumps over another! He feels super human. Nobody could stop him now. He picked up his pace and you could see the dirt flying up from under his cleats. And he made the 80 yard touchdown! The fans erupted in glee, and whole team pilled onto he field. And Tyler got the game winning ball, and got to have the mayor hand him to trophy. After the game Bill game up and said good game and shook his hand. They were friends for the rest of their lives.
Camping - - by Anna Nelson, 10th Grade
My parents were happy with each other at once. They can’t be in the same room anymore. Things started getting bad before I can even remember. All I know about anything that far back is what I’ve been told.
I don’t remember them fighting, but Dad says they would argue at least once a day, but they wouldn’t let us see it.
The furthest back I can remember is when I was about four. I was staring out a window in a boring, old yellow table. I was seated at a circular table, gazing at the horrifying storm outside. Fearing the thunder, and wondering if my dad would ever come back.
They say he left early one morning before work and came home to an empty house by the end of the week. I think that’s when my younger sister and I went to live with our mothers parents in Texas. I don’t know.
When I came home, to live with my mom again, we were all staying in a tiny car with my mom, brother, three sisters, and my dad’s best friend.
I’m not sure how long we lived like that, moving from campsite to campsite, but it wasn’t good. On the plus side, there were a ton of wild berries growing everywhere, so when we got hungry, we could usually collect those. It’s funny what a person will remember. We didn’t eat much. My mom and that guy would order a pizza and leave us the crusts, but it was better than nothing so we were grateful. Sometimes wed meet people. Just those ones who go camping practically every month, even when the ground is covered with ice. That’s what our mom called what we did. We camped. Anyway, those people would come and say hi a lot. They were nice and they’d give us things. It wasn’t a big deal to them, and by the way, by “give us things,” I don’t mean wed get a new computer and a jaguar every time we saw them, just little things. Like gum or donuts. They didn’t mind any, but to us, it was like Christmas morning. My little sister, who was about two at the time, gave them all names based on what they gave. I remember the “Gum Guy.” My younger sister couldn’t talk very well, so she didn’t say the “gum” part clearly so the Gum Guy thought she was calling him the “dumb” guy the whole time.
Our mom was very strict about manners. If we forgot a “thank you” shed be mad. If we forgot to say sir or ma’am, when addressing our elders, she’d get that man to swat at us with a stick. That went on for maybe eight months. I don’t know exactly how long.
Things were worst for my youngest sister. She was just a baby at the time. At least she can’t remember any of it. She spent every minute of every day in a car seat that was way too small for her. She only had her diaper changed once every two days if she was lucky. Also my younger sister had gotten a hold of some raw eggs she thought would make good toys and she cracked them all over the back seat of the car. After about a week, our home had been infested with maggots.
After spending all the time in her car seat, her legs had been deformed to match the shape of the seat and her head had flattened in the back.
[teacher's note - - I absolutely love the first line of this story: Nostalgia, heartbreak, history and acceptance, all bound up in a voice whispered directly into the reader's waiting ear. Awesome!]
I don’t remember them fighting, but Dad says they would argue at least once a day, but they wouldn’t let us see it.
The furthest back I can remember is when I was about four. I was staring out a window in a boring, old yellow table. I was seated at a circular table, gazing at the horrifying storm outside. Fearing the thunder, and wondering if my dad would ever come back.
They say he left early one morning before work and came home to an empty house by the end of the week. I think that’s when my younger sister and I went to live with our mothers parents in Texas. I don’t know.
When I came home, to live with my mom again, we were all staying in a tiny car with my mom, brother, three sisters, and my dad’s best friend.
I’m not sure how long we lived like that, moving from campsite to campsite, but it wasn’t good. On the plus side, there were a ton of wild berries growing everywhere, so when we got hungry, we could usually collect those. It’s funny what a person will remember. We didn’t eat much. My mom and that guy would order a pizza and leave us the crusts, but it was better than nothing so we were grateful. Sometimes wed meet people. Just those ones who go camping practically every month, even when the ground is covered with ice. That’s what our mom called what we did. We camped. Anyway, those people would come and say hi a lot. They were nice and they’d give us things. It wasn’t a big deal to them, and by the way, by “give us things,” I don’t mean wed get a new computer and a jaguar every time we saw them, just little things. Like gum or donuts. They didn’t mind any, but to us, it was like Christmas morning. My little sister, who was about two at the time, gave them all names based on what they gave. I remember the “Gum Guy.” My younger sister couldn’t talk very well, so she didn’t say the “gum” part clearly so the Gum Guy thought she was calling him the “dumb” guy the whole time.
Our mom was very strict about manners. If we forgot a “thank you” shed be mad. If we forgot to say sir or ma’am, when addressing our elders, she’d get that man to swat at us with a stick. That went on for maybe eight months. I don’t know exactly how long.
Things were worst for my youngest sister. She was just a baby at the time. At least she can’t remember any of it. She spent every minute of every day in a car seat that was way too small for her. She only had her diaper changed once every two days if she was lucky. Also my younger sister had gotten a hold of some raw eggs she thought would make good toys and she cracked them all over the back seat of the car. After about a week, our home had been infested with maggots.
After spending all the time in her car seat, her legs had been deformed to match the shape of the seat and her head had flattened in the back.
[teacher's note - - I absolutely love the first line of this story: Nostalgia, heartbreak, history and acceptance, all bound up in a voice whispered directly into the reader's waiting ear. Awesome!]
Untitled - - by Alicia Dorr, Grade 10
Alicia Dorr
Grade 10
Minnie ducked behind a garbage can. Breathing so heavily she was sure it could hear, smell and taste her fear. It wasn’t every day that a wolf ran through the city of Chicago. Why her though? Why was this animal singling her out? Before she could think another thought, she heard a low growling sound. She turned around and a ferocious growl escaped the creatures’ mouth. On instinct, Minnie ran for her life, darting through alley ways, jumping over trash piles. She thought she lost it for the second time when she turned a corner, but heard snapping noises followed by more growling. Minnie was scared, not only was she just scared, she feared for her life. It all seemed to work into her mind like a movie, slow motion. Darting down another alley, Minnie saw it was a dead end. Before she could turn back she saw the creature running towards her. She had no time to think, the wolf was going to corner her and tear her to shreds, for that she was certain. At that moment she looked up and saw a ladder with a rope hanging down on the side of the building next to her. Without thinking of the black beast, she jumped with all her might to reach the rope that destined her for life or death.
Just as she jumped, the beast jumped with her, following her moves in the air. She held her breath as she reached the rope and hauled herself up the metal ladder. A sigh of relief, until she looked down and saw blood seeping through her blue skinny jeans. The one thing she didn’t notice while jumping through the air, was the wolf nipping at her legs. She scrambled to the top of the building with a tingling in her leg. The gash wasn’t as deep as she thought it was, a little blood never hurt. Minnie dared herself to look down and see if the wolf was still lurking below. Peering over the edge of the building, she saw no sign of the dangerous wolf. She still could not bring herself to feel like she was safe. Cautiously, she made her way down the ladder and brushed herself off, slightly limping. Walking down Arthur Street, she felt an abnormally cool breeze for the hot summer day. Something very weird was happening that day, she just couldn’t tell what yet.
That day was a very important day in Minnies life, she didn’t know it at that moment but it very much was.
Grade 10
Minnie ducked behind a garbage can. Breathing so heavily she was sure it could hear, smell and taste her fear. It wasn’t every day that a wolf ran through the city of Chicago. Why her though? Why was this animal singling her out? Before she could think another thought, she heard a low growling sound. She turned around and a ferocious growl escaped the creatures’ mouth. On instinct, Minnie ran for her life, darting through alley ways, jumping over trash piles. She thought she lost it for the second time when she turned a corner, but heard snapping noises followed by more growling. Minnie was scared, not only was she just scared, she feared for her life. It all seemed to work into her mind like a movie, slow motion. Darting down another alley, Minnie saw it was a dead end. Before she could turn back she saw the creature running towards her. She had no time to think, the wolf was going to corner her and tear her to shreds, for that she was certain. At that moment she looked up and saw a ladder with a rope hanging down on the side of the building next to her. Without thinking of the black beast, she jumped with all her might to reach the rope that destined her for life or death.
Just as she jumped, the beast jumped with her, following her moves in the air. She held her breath as she reached the rope and hauled herself up the metal ladder. A sigh of relief, until she looked down and saw blood seeping through her blue skinny jeans. The one thing she didn’t notice while jumping through the air, was the wolf nipping at her legs. She scrambled to the top of the building with a tingling in her leg. The gash wasn’t as deep as she thought it was, a little blood never hurt. Minnie dared herself to look down and see if the wolf was still lurking below. Peering over the edge of the building, she saw no sign of the dangerous wolf. She still could not bring herself to feel like she was safe. Cautiously, she made her way down the ladder and brushed herself off, slightly limping. Walking down Arthur Street, she felt an abnormally cool breeze for the hot summer day. Something very weird was happening that day, she just couldn’t tell what yet.
That day was a very important day in Minnies life, she didn’t know it at that moment but it very much was.
Abyss - - by Kassandra Eam, Grade 10
Richard was your average sophomore, he got average grades, he was on the baseball team and was in student council. The only thing that made him different from the rest was the fact that he wasn’t sure of what was real.
Everyday he would scour the public libraries in search of something to tell him different. That he did exist. He looked for the answers in forgotten tomes and scrolls, in the Bible, in any religious writing he could get his hands on. But in the end he wasn’t sure what his answer would look like, or if he already knew the answer – that he didn’t exist.
Today, he was in the cellar beneath the cathedral in his city that held tomes, books, scrolls, and so much more.
Drowning in a sea of dust, he fled to the stairs that led back upstairs to the main hall. A beam of light shown down on his face, like a holy calling. But this light felt cold, and distant. If it felt like anything at all. Just as Richard was about to leave he heard a mumble. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. He knew no one came in after him, and that there were no secret doors down here.
Turning slowly he dashed his eyes from corner to corner, looking for the source. He saw nothing. And again, he heard another mumble.
“Who’s there?’ he called out, his voice cracking from not saying anything for so long. The reply was a monotonous one. “Not who, but what? If anything at all.”
Startled by the reply he once again looked for the owner of the voice. “W-where are you?” Richard managed to sputter out. Again, the voice answered lazily. “I exist here, there, everywhere, nowhere.” Angered and confused, Richard found a crumpled p piece of paper and threw it as hard as he could in to the darkness. “Pain is no reality, no matter how much you convince yourself it is.” The Voice said.
“Quit hiding and show me where you are!” Richard barked. There was silence. Not even the slight ruffles of paper could be heard. It was almost as if he had gone deaf. Just silence, until the ringing that pierced your ears from being in isolation for too long. “Very well, find me where the dark will rise.” The Voice said.
Another minute or two passed before Richard realized that whoever that was, was gone. Shaken up, he left. What did that guy mean? “Not who, but what? If anything at all.” “I exist here, there, everywhere, and nowhere.” And “ . . . Find me where the dark will rise.” What kind of person could bear to speak in riddles all of the time. The Cheshire cat popped into mind. Riddles always have answers.
“This guy is trying to give me answers. . .” Richard said to himself as he left the cathedral. The sun was setting, but there as still enough sunlight to walk home.
Richard began his trek home, not paying much attention to anything. Just trying to understand the riddles that The Voice had left him. The last one, he was chewing on. “The dark can’t rise. . . “Richard mumbled to himself. Kicking a rock to the other side of the street, he admired the odd shape that the rock’s shadow took at this hour. Then he realized it, that’s what it meant to meet him where the shadows rise. Richard made a mad 180 to face his shadow. Nothing happened. Still nothing happened. Until just that second the shadow began to rip itself from the ground.
No longer was it molded to Richard’s shape, but a rather bland figure. No hair of dominant features. As far as Richard could tell, this creature was flat. Just when things couldn’t get freakier, the creature opened its eyes. Sick yellow slits gleamed like the sun, and a white smiled that looked like it had been painted on there just sat on the creature’s face twitching with delight. The corners of the mouth went much farther than the eyes. It went almost way past the eyes in fact.
“What are you?” Richard gasped. The creature tore itself from the restrains of the Eart and turned towards the sun with it’s unchanging grin plastered on its face. “I am nothing, I am everything, I am anything the world wants me to be, but at the same time I am nothing when the world forgets me. Then it turned it’s terrifying face back to Richard. “You seek answers. I’ve come here to lead you to those answers.”
“I know.” Richard whispered.
The creature laughed and stopped abruptly. “You know nothing.”
Everyday he would scour the public libraries in search of something to tell him different. That he did exist. He looked for the answers in forgotten tomes and scrolls, in the Bible, in any religious writing he could get his hands on. But in the end he wasn’t sure what his answer would look like, or if he already knew the answer – that he didn’t exist.
Today, he was in the cellar beneath the cathedral in his city that held tomes, books, scrolls, and so much more.
Drowning in a sea of dust, he fled to the stairs that led back upstairs to the main hall. A beam of light shown down on his face, like a holy calling. But this light felt cold, and distant. If it felt like anything at all. Just as Richard was about to leave he heard a mumble. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. He knew no one came in after him, and that there were no secret doors down here.
Turning slowly he dashed his eyes from corner to corner, looking for the source. He saw nothing. And again, he heard another mumble.
“Who’s there?’ he called out, his voice cracking from not saying anything for so long. The reply was a monotonous one. “Not who, but what? If anything at all.”
Startled by the reply he once again looked for the owner of the voice. “W-where are you?” Richard managed to sputter out. Again, the voice answered lazily. “I exist here, there, everywhere, nowhere.” Angered and confused, Richard found a crumpled p piece of paper and threw it as hard as he could in to the darkness. “Pain is no reality, no matter how much you convince yourself it is.” The Voice said.
“Quit hiding and show me where you are!” Richard barked. There was silence. Not even the slight ruffles of paper could be heard. It was almost as if he had gone deaf. Just silence, until the ringing that pierced your ears from being in isolation for too long. “Very well, find me where the dark will rise.” The Voice said.
Another minute or two passed before Richard realized that whoever that was, was gone. Shaken up, he left. What did that guy mean? “Not who, but what? If anything at all.” “I exist here, there, everywhere, and nowhere.” And “ . . . Find me where the dark will rise.” What kind of person could bear to speak in riddles all of the time. The Cheshire cat popped into mind. Riddles always have answers.
“This guy is trying to give me answers. . .” Richard said to himself as he left the cathedral. The sun was setting, but there as still enough sunlight to walk home.
Richard began his trek home, not paying much attention to anything. Just trying to understand the riddles that The Voice had left him. The last one, he was chewing on. “The dark can’t rise. . . “Richard mumbled to himself. Kicking a rock to the other side of the street, he admired the odd shape that the rock’s shadow took at this hour. Then he realized it, that’s what it meant to meet him where the shadows rise. Richard made a mad 180 to face his shadow. Nothing happened. Still nothing happened. Until just that second the shadow began to rip itself from the ground.
No longer was it molded to Richard’s shape, but a rather bland figure. No hair of dominant features. As far as Richard could tell, this creature was flat. Just when things couldn’t get freakier, the creature opened its eyes. Sick yellow slits gleamed like the sun, and a white smiled that looked like it had been painted on there just sat on the creature’s face twitching with delight. The corners of the mouth went much farther than the eyes. It went almost way past the eyes in fact.
“What are you?” Richard gasped. The creature tore itself from the restrains of the Eart and turned towards the sun with it’s unchanging grin plastered on its face. “I am nothing, I am everything, I am anything the world wants me to be, but at the same time I am nothing when the world forgets me. Then it turned it’s terrifying face back to Richard. “You seek answers. I’ve come here to lead you to those answers.”
“I know.” Richard whispered.
The creature laughed and stopped abruptly. “You know nothing.”
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