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Welcome to Squigly's Writing Corner! Squigly has received a number of literary works from his friends and would like to share them with you. You can submit your writing too. Look for new postings August 1, 2010!
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Fun Summer Pencil Puzzles |
I went to the bakery to get some bread. The next thing I knew I hit my head on the door. I fell to the floor and the next thing I knew I was in my room thinking of bread.
Izzy, age 6, USA
The Feeling That Won't Fade
Dear Matilda,
As I write this, I'm watching you sleep. I can't believe that I'm telling you this, either. I have duties I must perform, which means we can't be. I'm sorry, please forgive me.
Love,
Ludwig.
Matilda read over the note again. It made no sense. No matter how many times she read the words, a feeling in her chest wouldn't go away. It was love. It was pain. She threw the paper to her desk, and pushed back her chair. Knock knock. "Come in!" growled Matilda, anger filling her voice.
"Ms. Brown, there is someone here to see you." A voice called.
"Send them in!" She hissed. The door opened, and she was about to yell again, when she met a pair of familiar blue eyes.
"Matilda." the man greeted. He had changed so much. She stood up with a sad sigh.
"What brings you here, Ludwig?" she asked. "The feeling that won't fade from my heart." The man replied.
"I see. What would that be." Matilda asked.
The man paused for a second, before wrapping her in a hug. "Love, Matilda, the feeling that won't fade, is what has brought me here. I was wrong. Forgive me?" He questioned her.
She nodded, and hugged him back, breathing in the scent of vanilla. "Even during the war you smell like vanilla." she mumbled.
Ludwig laughed. "Yes I know. Now, tell me, do you still hold that never fading feeling for me?" He asked.
"I do." replied Matilda.
"Ich liebe Sie," he mumbled.
"I love you too, Ludwig."
A man burst in the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Ludwig, sir, you are needed." He said.
Ludwig nodded. "I'll be back Matilda...." he said and vanished out the door.
Dear Matilda,
It is my pleasure to inform you, even after getting captured, and shot, the war is over. After bearing that feeling, I am coming home. The war is over, I am coming home! I will see you soon, be safe.
Sincerely,
Ludwig.
But that feeling of love changed to pain. The feeling that wouldn't fade became pain, as Matilda clutched a stack of letters in her hand, and stood over the blond's grave. He had died from his infected wounds. Matilda choked back a sob. "I should have come with you." 'The war is over I am coming home' Matilda shook slightly. "Ich liebe Sie" she whispered.
'Love, Matilda, the feeling that won't fade, is what has brought me here.' She could still hear his words ringing in her ears. Pain and love. They are a bad combination.
Isabel, age 13, USA
Sally was a girl who loved to win. One day she went on the computer and entered a competition. And guess what!?! She won!
Laura, age 8, UK
The Colours
Colours make up the world. There are too many to count. We used to walk around our garden, picking our way through the different flowers. Shining yellow daises, velvety purple tulips, soft, satin-red roses just in full bloom. I remember lying down on the green grass, its closely cut blades just tickling my sleeveless arms. I had looked at my sister sitting there, her golden-brown hair falling down her back like a waterfall, the rays of sunlight reflecting off of it. She was staring up at the blue sky, wisps of white clouds lingering overhead. We had imagined what those clouds looked like, laughing and pointing at the oddly shaped puffs. We collected rocks in the dirt, running our hands over the jagged edges, each rock a different shade: dusty brown, adobe red, maroon, grey, and every once in a while, we would find a perfectly flat stone, which we would send flying across our lily pond. The blue water was almost transparent, reflecting our faces back at us, and making tiny little circles where the stone had landed. My sister's sparkly pink barrette had fallen out, somewhere amongst the rolling meadow, with the tall grass up to our knees. We searched for what seemed like hours, not getting discouraged, until we looked down, and right on top of that brown clay lay a pink clip sparkling in the sun. It was just getting to be nightfall, the sun falling behind the horizon in a mass of salmon-coloured rays. We sat on a boulder, watching it set and the moon rise. We had agreed that the moon was not, indeed, a piece of cheese. My sister had explained that if this was so, then the moon would be the colour of our creamy Swiss cheese, which it was definitely not. I had laughed, the stars twinkling above us, a cool breeze just settling in, making goose bumps rise on our arms. The colours meant everything to her. My sister.
I don't really know what happened during the accident. My sister had never told me. I was collecting vegetables, the green peppers, herbs, and ripe, orange carrots from our garden, when, all of a sudden, I heard a piercing scream coming from our barn. My sister came running out, hands over her eyes, her hands stretched in front of her, like she was blind. She didn't speak, just wailed, as my Mother came rushing out of the house, apron and all, and carried her inside. My father had heard her cries all the way from the corn field, and had sprinted back to the house. He still had a few stalks in his hands. The doctor had come racing in, on his wagon full of medical supplies, and had brushed me off when I tried to go inside our house. "This is important business, little lady," he had snorted. So I went and sat on our wooden tree swing, the one my sister and I had sat on for so many years.
She couldn't see. The doctor tried, he tried again, and he tried once more, but she couldn't see. My sister was blind. It took her many months before she could even navigate through our own home by herself. She uses a small walking stick, the one my Granddaddy had used when he was still alive. She reaches out her hands, feels around our countertops, tables, chairs, our front door. She feels her way around. She can no longer see those colours. The vegetables, flowers, our garden. The pond, smooth rocks, our boulder, our orange tabby cats. She uses her other senses. She can smell Mother cooking dinner from out in the fields, she can hear our cats meowing, stuck up in the barn hayloft, she can taste flavours she had never tasted before. She feels patterns, the cool touch of a person's skin, the droplets of water forming on an ice-cold glass of lemonade. She feels the blades of grass instead, she feels the jagged rocks and the pond water rushing over her pale hands.
She can't feel the sunset, of course, she can't smell it, taste it, hear it. But I can describe it to her. The golden rays of pink, purple, yellow, orange, streaming out from the ball of colour, settling just beyond our corn fields. Whenever I tell her this, she smiles. She remembers what it was like to see this beautiful sight. My sister is blind. She cannot see the colours. anymore, no. But one thing she can see is how happy I get, and she, too, when I start to describe the colours. to her. Even with things she already knew before, she will ask me to describe it, what shade of green is the grass, the water of the pond, the bark on the tree. The colours. don't have to be seen.
Kathryn, age 13, USA
One day there was a little girl and her name was Rachel. She was a very colourful little girl. Everyday she wore a dress with her hair in braids. In her braids she had ribbon that matched her dress. Her friends always told her how pretty she was and how bright her clothes were. She always said, "Thanks and you are pretty too." One day there was a new girl and she told Rachel she was ugly and was too bright! Rachel said, "I don't care what you think of me." And she just walked away. Always stand up for yourself!
Courtney, age 14, USA
I have a little sister who gets on my last nerve. She drives me crazy when I'm going somewhere with my friends, she always has to go with us. I also have to watch her everywhere I go but my friends say she should go!
Gracie, age 9, USA
Part 1 of 6
The salty waves crashed on the shore. As peaceful and beautiful as this place was, I couldn't escape. I kept closing my eyes and seeing the blood. Hearing the dreadful order to fire. A wave of guilt washed over me for a second before fleeing. I looked down at the water from my perch, the air blowing my hair into my face. There was no escape from what we had done. My allies and I.
We shot them down, but they'd be back, there was no doubt in that. We were nations, we didn't die easily. We'd vanish for a moment, and reappear, unless we were injured to the point of no return. Somehow I knew neither of the males were coming back. If you shot one, you had shoot the other. Even if the other was innocent. You couldn't have half of Italy. I stood up, sucking in a breath.
June, age 13, USA
Once there was a girl, named Katrina. She and her mom would always look for punch buggies and punch each other. One day Katrina decided to trick her mother. She would punch her mom and say punch buggy whenever she wanted. Her mom fell for the trick.
Kaitlyn, age 12, USA
Dreams
My steps crunched into the icy floor beneath me, his shadow was blissfulness fading as the morning sunlight rose and flooded the small attic, in which I stood. It was dark, but as the golden rays filled the room, the cobwebs and ghostly sheets covering the furniture, was shown into the daylight. I knew I shouldn't be here but no one could stop me now, no one, except him, the man in the black hat. He stood at the other side of the room, his face covered by a sheet of golden thread. His smile showing bright white teeth could be shown from underneath his coverings. He whispered, "So, you decided to come? That was brave of you, you foolish girl, death awaits you upon next dawn."
I replied, "But all you are, dear sir, is my imagination, a figure caused by my mind, as in an hour to come, you and this room will no longer exist, for thee is only a dream."Ella, age 11, England
On the night of Christmas Eve a man came to my house and asked for a place to stay. Is this safe my family asked? No it wasn't so we said we couldn't help him. Was it the right thing to do? At the moment it was. Seven days down the road while we were eating breakfast with all our new Christmas toys, an urgent news story came on the TV. The newscaster said have you seen this man? He was found in a corn field dead, we believe he died about six days ago. He died from severe frostbite. We were wrong.
~Not based on a true story~
Taylor, age 12, USA
This is so not fair! See, Natalie is in 10th grade and she really likes this boy, Tristan. He knows her but he doesn't ever talk to her. It is like she doesn't exist! Tristan has had one girlfriend this year but it didn't work out, and Natalie has not had any! I don't think he will ever notice me ever again.
~that whole year she went through denial trying to get noticed~
* 11th grade *
There he is. UGH. Huh. I said you dropped your pencil. That's when it happened. Tristan fell head over heels for her. Two teens in love but neither of them knew!
~ A whole year of trying to impress each other~
~ 12th grade~
Oh there she is, maybe I'll go talk to her. Oh there he is, maybe I'll go talk to him. Then they meet. Will you go out with me? Oh, well, yeah, truth is I've been waiting since 10th grade. Really? I thought you didn't like me. I was going to ask last year.
~ 2 years later he proposed and she said yes~
**** A perfect fairytale ending ****Taylor, age 12, USA
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Cat. She was walking at the park. She found some of her friends to play with at the house. She loved them so much! Then Stevie came and said, "You are weird. Why are they playing marbles?"
Cat said, "Fine. We'll play Pokemon tag." And they played and then Stevie ran away to the land of Watermelons and cried.Linsa and Clarissa, age 8, USA
Once there was a girl named Victoria. She was smart. She had a boyfriend named Jordan. They got married and had three kids.They bought a mansion.They lived happily ever after. The End!
Tori, age 11, USA
Once upon a time there was a not-so pretty princess that thought she was very pretty. Then one day the not so nice prince came up to her and told her that she was the ugliest person in the whole kingdom, so that night she went into his room and put makeup on him. In the morning he went to go wash his face and he saw in his mirror what looked like girl's makeup on his face! He was so mad that he put worms in her bed and pillow! They kept getting back at each other every day and one day they set aside their differences and ruled the kingdom together.
Holly, age 10, USA
Dooms Day
Part 2 of 6I prepared for the ending of the world while the others goofed off. No one believed me, not even my mother! "Gwen," my mom slowly said "I think you're being over dramatic for nothing."
"No, I'm not!" I screamed so loud, Tia appeared in the doorway. Suddenly, a vision took over. It seemed a few months in the future. The moon was closer than ever. The scene changed. It was a few years in the future. The world was repaired. I blinked and was back to present day. "Mom... I... feel... dizzy. "I choked out. I slumped over in her arms.
"Gwen? Tianna, call an ambulance!" My mom yelled. I coughed then everything went black.Jessica, age 11, USA
The Saddest Day Ever
One day I was very sad because first I lived in Guatemala and I had a dog named Tito and we were moving and I left my dog in Guatemala and I never saw him again. The last day that I was going to Guatemala, my dog Tito was walking with somebody and I called him and Tito ran to me, and I was so happy to see him again and the girl that had Tito was my best friend and I always think that she was part of the family. I asked her who gave you the dog and she say your mom said if I took care of your Tito she said that when you come you can take it to play with him at your house. This is a real story.
Samantha, age 11, USA
Once upon a time, a famous singer named Justin Bieber was singing at a concert. He looked out to the audience and saw a beautiful girl whose name turned out to be Melissa. He chased after her after the concert was over and introduced himself. After that they fell madly in love with each other. As soon as Melissa turned 18 she and Justin got married and had 3 kids named Jenna, Selena, and Jaden.
Melissa, age 12, USA
The children were at school making a lot of noise. The teacher was late and it was not a good day to be late. The children were going on a trip to the art museum as they had been learning about artists for the past few months. Their teacher, Miss Whitewood, had promised it to be a great day but things were not going well at all. Miss Whitewood got out of bed and yawned! "The school trip!" It was the first thing she thought about. She got herself dressed not caring what she put on and clomped down the stairs. She raced to school! When she got there she realized what she was wearing. A bright green top, pink and purple stripy shorts and clompy high heals! She looked a mess! But she didn’t care what she looked like, all she was bothered about was getting to school.
"My Grandmother says that the art museum is very interesting," said Natalie. "She tells me lots of facts." She continued. "Like did you know that the most famous artist in the world is Robbie Lewis?"
"Shut up, Natalie." Said Bobby
"I’m hungry." Said Graham, "Got anything good to eat?"
At that moment Miss Whitewood plodded into the room panting. "The bus is here!" She shouted trying to be heard above the rabble of screaming children. "Get on the bus NOW!" She shouted angrily. Finally she got everyone on the bus and settled but not for long.
"That’s my house." Said Sophie.
"And that’s my Aunty taking her dog, Pennie for a walk." Jill told the whole class waving franticly, trying to get her attention.
Miss Whitewood felt faint, maybe it was not a good idea after all and maybe it won't be a great day.Katie, age 10, England
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