A Strange Day in July
By: Kat Witte
10/9/2013
On one
ordinary day, Jessie and Mark wanted to go down to the pond on their brand new
scooters! As they went down the path,
they came across wonderful skipping rocks.
But, because Jessie was little, she didn’t quite know how to skip rocks
yet. Mark, on the other hand, was a champ
at everything. So, he threw the first
one and it only skipped three times.
Jessie tried one but it just plopped in the water. As mark threw the second one he slipped a
little, it felt like something was pulling on him. So, he threw the 2nd rock and
doubled his skips. He threw his third
rock, but felt the pull again. He tried
one more time – he threw it with all his might, but the third stone came
skipping back!
Mark thought
that was strange, so he told Jessie that they needed to go. They picked up their scooters and rode along
the path, faster and faster each second.
Jessie couldn’t keep up! She fell
off and scraped her knee – and that’s when Mark saw it . . . they were never
seen again.
The Harp
Tamera Lepore
10/9/2013
Once there
was a harp, a beautiful harp with gold leafing along its frame and strings of
spun gold. A harp worth a million songs,
lying in the middle of the street. A
certain Sabrina Williams was driving on that fateful day. It was raining and lighting shot across the
sky when she saw it. Sabrina slowed and
skidded to a halt just before hitting the harp.
She got out of the car and stared at the harp. Sabrina looked around to see if anyone was
watching, then she pulled on one of the strings. A happy note came out of that instrument and
it stopped raining. The moon and stars
came out. She stared at the harp, then
she picked it up and thought, “this must be my lucky day.” When she got home, she tried to play a song,
but it sounded different. Then, Sabrina
Williams looked up and a landscape had formed in her living room. As she kept playing the room kept changing –
it changed into a grave yard. She fell I
into one of the graves with a silent wind.
Her husband came back from work to find a grave marked, “Sabrina
Williams: died 1673.” He put the harp in
the attic with a note telling of the harp’s curse.
20 years
later, a boy moved into that exact house with his mother. The boy’s name was Daren Turner. As he ran around the house exploring, the
door to the attic creaked open. Daren
slowly crept into the attic and saw it – the most beautiful harp ever. He read the note, then threw it away as he
played a wild song – like a tribe of wild people would play. Then, the attic started to turn into a
forest. Daren kept playing, “so it’s
true,” he thought. The harp disappeared,
leaving Daren stranded in an unknown forest.
The harp
strikes again . . .
The House of Maple
Street
Brendan Motley
10/9/2013
It was a
bright, sunny, joyful day on Maple Street; the kids were playing while all the
parents were cooking and relaxing on lawn chairs, drinking iced tea. It was very unusual for ALL the families to
come to the cookouts. It was rare
because house 119’s neighbor was the stay at home kinda guy. Kids would say that he went insane, while
parents said not to go near his house.
The parents thought he was some kind of butcher!
He did come
though, and everybody tried to avoid him, except Nancy. Nancy was a 9 year old girls that wasn’t
afraid of anything. Nancy was very nice
to him, so they talked and talked – mostly about the weather and their favorite
T.V. shows. A while later, when the
cookout was over they went to the man’s house, because he promised her
cookies. They went inside, ate some
cookies and watched T.V. Then, the house
started to shake! They were both
screaming. Nancy was so scared – but the
man wasn’t – he knew what was happening.
He as inside all the time because he turned his house into a rocket
ship. They went off and never were seen
or heard from again.
Nancy’s mom
said “it was a perfect lift-off!” That
is the story of the house on Maple Street.
Under the Rug
By: Parker Benedict
10/9/2013
Two weeks
passed and it happened again! Those
migraines are back. They really
hurt. Sometimes I will go to the doctor,
but they come back every two weeks. I
have lost something and it feels like the room is lopsided. I think that’s why I keep on having so many
migraines.
I need to
finish this project, but the migraines keep on affecting my skills! Where is my pencil?! Where is my paper?! This is stressing me out, he said. What!
I know why I’m having migraines! STRESS!
Okay, so maybe if I calm myself down, maybe I can do better work. Well, let’s give it a shot, he thought.
He put all
of his things on his desk, calmed himself down, and Bam! He was working like a maniac on
steroids. He had drawn all sorts of
stuff – from animal to forests – you name, he drew it. Now that he was calmed down and done with
stress, he could conquer the world!
