You look around, scared. Blaze is also terrified. You close your eyes and wish that none of this had ever happened. But, it doesn't work. Then, you hear a loud scream. You run to where the scream came from. There, you see Kasey Evens, a girl in your class. "Shh!" You say, but it doesn't work. Kasey cries a lot. You ask her what has happened.
She tells you everything, about a loud bang, about the fires becoming out of control, about a hooded figure, and about only two people escaping. Those two people were her and you. You start to cry. Your sister had been on this trip.
But, suddenly you realize why anyone would want to destroy your camp.
You are the last dragon keeper, and Blaze is the last dragon...
As you can probably guess, I love cliffhangers. See May's instalment to find out what happens next! Sorry if you don't like cliffhangers, but I love them!
Vicky, age 11, UK
Once upon a time there was a fairy called Periwinkle.
She lived in the Winter Woods, on an island called Neverland.
Periwinkle was a frost fairy and could spread winter.
One day, she was flying with her sister, who was called Tinkerbell.
The fairies landed on a window sill and peeped inside.
They saw a little girl asleep.
The girl's name was Aurora and she was dreaming about being a fairy.
Tinkerbell flew in and Aurora woke up.
The fairy sprinkled fairy dust on Aurora and soon the girl was a new fairy arrival.
The fairies flew back to Neverland and Aurora found out she was a frost fairy like Periwinkle.
Aurora's name was changed to Snowfrost and they all lived happily in Neverland.
Hannah, Isle Of Man
Being part monster isn't easy, especially when you don't know you're one. I glance down at the ugly red blood dripping down my arm as Jase wipes it. He doesn't say anything, just staring off into space. I touch his head and he looks up at me. The sight of him digging those demon claws. He's like me. My mind begins to wander to about an hour ago.
I was heading out to find Jase at lunch when I heard a strange noise on the other side of the gym. I had glanced back around to try and find Jase's silvery hair, but had no luck. I walked around to the other side of the gym, finding that Jase was leaned over the door. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, making it hard to see his eyes. I saw that he was looking in the gym, watching the girls practice. I noticed Jessie is in there, too.
Suddenly, Jase turned, as if he'd just found out I was there, and came literally two inches from me at lightening speed. I let out a little yelp, he clutched my arms and dug his 'claws' into the flesh. His finger at least stopped the blood. Then I saw his eyes. They were black without a hint of gleam to them. No longer were they that beautiful emerald that they once had been. Only the sound of one of my shrill screams had awoken him from his angered trance.
It the room: I look at my friend and say, "You have Z blood, don't you?" Jase looks down and silently curses.
"Yes, I do. If you want, I could take you to the doctor that told me," he looks back at my blood, still flowing red.
The blood starts to flow purple and I grab the rag quickly and stop the blood flow. "Thanks, but I have it now. I would like to meet this doctor," I wash the cloth at super-human speed before he arrives. I grab a black bandage and rap it around. "I hope to see you tomorrow," I say, now as a question though.
More later, I know this piece is only a little part, but explanation is next month.
Austria, age 13, USA
My name is Angel. Ha! Angel! Anything but! I'm a monster. I know I am. I do try, I try so hard but... I can't help myself.
Like when I scattered pins on the road to puncture the tires of the cars in my street. It made me laugh.
Like when I sent threatening messages to all of my parent's contacts on their phones. It was fun.
Like when I burned the old warehouse, the one near the forest, I burned it to ashes. It delighted me.
But... when I look back at it it makes me feel sick. I just get these urges, to do something bad, to do something terrible. And they are so hard to fight. The dog helps me, though. Oh, my beautiful, beautiful dog. I only have to press my face against her warm, soft fur and I feel so much calmer. But the dog's gone now.
And I can't fight these urges by myself.
Iris, age 12, England
The Scary Butler
Prince Jaydon and Princess Catherine were walking through the palace gardens on Christmas Day talking about their wonderful presents while Queen Angela and King Donatello interviewed the wannabe butlers.
"I got a Barbie in a horse riding suit I'm gonna call her Bresha. Oh, and I got a pony and I'm going to call him Drunkie," Catherine cried.
Jaydon heard a cry of joy coming from the room the butlers were getting interviewed in. A new butler had been chosen. His name was Patack and the prince and princess hadn't seen the bad side of Patack underneath all the greatness. He was working with the gangsters in the town of Groadhill to get the job. He planned on being horrid to the king and queen.
After a few days Patack grew aggressive and started making their breakfast and slamming it on their heads and saying, "There you go dumplings!"
Angela and Donatello wanted a new butler and when he grew more aggressive they chucked him out. Simple!
Millie, age 8, England
Once upon a time, there was a girl. And she met the most perfect man in the world. He was handsome, he was clever, he was kind, and she fell in love with him. After barely a year, they married. The girl was very clever. She had a good job, and made loads of money. She was also immensely beautiful.
But one day, her husband came home and told her that he didn't want to be with her anymore. He had been secretly meeting another woman and wanted to marry her instead. But he had been so perfect. She had loved him, trusted him. Then the girl found her hands round his neck. Before she fully realized what she was doing, he was dead.
Shortly after the police came and arrested her. She did not even try to run. Because the girl decided that she was finished with love - she would never love again.
But she did meet a man, years later, a man who was handsome, who was clever, who was kind, who helped her escape from prison. But she found out that the man was not in love with her. He was married, he told her all about his wonderful wife, and made the girl feel very sad, even though she did not show it.
Then the girl decided that she would kill his wife. And she would pretend that his wife had run away with another man. Then he would love her instead. Killing his wife was going to be easy, he had invited the girl to stay at his house, since she had lost hers. The girl broke into his wife's room, when she was sleeping. She raised the knife above her head, but could not bring it down. At first she did not know why, then she realized it. She could not bring herself to hurt someone as she had been hurt.
So, in the dark of the night, she fled.
Iris, age 12, England
The Day Alisha Went To Thorpe Park
Alisha had won the short story competition in Gals Gals Gals! magazine with her story 'The Deep Dark Woods'. She had won 21 tickets to Thorpe Park. She chose these people to go: Mum, Dad, Olivia, Franny, David, Yeri, Daniel, Gail, Hannah, Lilu,
Helen, Isobel, Polly, Sarah, Isabella, Daina, Nina, Sue, Hailey,
Ronnie and Alisha (herself). All of them were excited to go to Thorpe Park.
Alisha and her friends went on The Jiles and when Alisha, Franny, Mum and Daina went on The Swarm but John, who was running it, let it go without anybody strapped in. Everybody flew out of The Swarm and the paramedics needed to come to take the red bodies into the ambulance to check them out.
Next time you go to Thorpe Park watch out for John, the runner of The Swarm!
Millie, age 8, England
I look wearily around the room, aware of the smoke emitting from the airway vent. I hear a sudden 'boom' and the door flies off it's hinges. I cower behind the now weak-seeming box and shake with the fear of being found. Thieves aren't supposed to get found by the Forces. Even if one is an old friend from your childhood. I glance around the corner, scared that Lynn might see me.
We've been best friends for years and he went away a couple three years ago for college. I could barely afford to go to school and pay for my lunches. No job accepted me for some reason. I'm a jinx for bad luck. For some reason, my parents died after I graduated and I wandered the streets for a year. I've gotten some good hacking schools and am very handy for broken or non-opening, locked doors. I just have this thing I've got going with my family that I have to take care of a little sister along with a little brother who has cancer.
I move back behind the crate quickly before I get caught. I hear heavy footsteps and begin to look for a way to squeeze back into the air vent from which I entered the room.
I breathe in heavily, pulling by stomach as thin as it'll go and I wiggle my way back into the air way. I make a gentle 'clank' as I put the vent back into place. I shimmy my way up so not to fall hundreds of feet to my death and turn up to lay and rest for a second.
I forgot to check how hard I lay and I hear shouts of alarm at the sound I make. I know I've been caught and quickly run down the airway and shimmy. After a while of doing this, I jump onto a jet platform. 'Where is Jamison?' I think wearily to myself. Suddenly, I feel the ground shake and the jet comes into view. Behind me is a group of soldiers, the same ones who caught me in the meeting room. I look into the deep purple eyes of my old friend. He stops mid-run but steps it back up, this time hope in his eyes. He doesn't realize it's already too late.
The jet hovers close enough for me to grab the stiff wooden ladder and start up. Just as we rise, one of the older men try to grab the ladder, but just didn't have enough life. I stick my tongue out at the others, but still not Lynn. We soon reach cloud level and start to climb up, very aware, yet again, of the dangerous fall that could await me.
Suddenly, I hear 'crack' and I see the half of the ladder that I'm on starts to break. "Jamison!!!" I shout and he looks down. He gapes as he starts to fumble around. He doesn't get there in time. The ladder snaps and I scream as I start to fall to my death.
This is not all on Ana and Lynn and Jamison and their lives, but I love to leave everyone on cliffhangers...
Austria, age 13, USA
I am sad and alone. No one understands me, and no one cares what I have to say. I try to tell my friends that I need help when I'm afraid, but they just want me to hurry up so they can talk to their boyfriends. My old best friend and I took a vow, saying we were to say no to any boy that asked us out before seventh grade. A boy asked her out in fifth grade, and she said yes.
I have friends, but no more best friends, because I learned the hard way that they'll stab you in the back. If a friend hurts you, it doesn't hurt as bad as when a best friend hurts you.
When people ask how I've been I'll say, "Fine, how are you?" But on the inside I'm screaming with pain. But if I tell anyone they think they'll know what to do, but they don't. Nothing they say helps anymore.
In my physical education class, whenever I have to stop to catch my breath, everyone encourages me, not who's actually playing. And you know why? Because of my asthma. They think that I can't work to the full potential of someone without asthma. I might have something wrong with my lungs, but I am strong.
I am emotionally hurt. I sit and cry for no reason sometimes, because the hurt needs to come out. People think it's my fault when I start screaming at school, but one day of upset and fifteen to thirty minutes of screaming and yelling is better than me screaming everyday. The only reason I scream the way I do every month or so is because I keep it locked up for so long, trying to make people think I'm super happy all the time, but really, I want to scream until my throat is hoarse.
If you are reading this please remember; being good at writing is all I have. I am only eleven, but I am writing a story, and when I have it finished, I want to have it published. It is called, "Jacques' Story," and it is about a girl who goes into a new class. All the kids make fun of her but one; Jacques. They hang out after school, and other kids try to put a stop to it. But, if it gets published, please read it, because it's all I have.
Gracie, age 11, USA
Gabriel's Diary: Ishthai Has To Go!
My life is a total mess today. My bestest ever friend Ishthai has to go to India with her family FOREVER D: .
I right now feel like I don't want to write in my hot pink diary. I am feeling more comfortable snuggling with Cheesie, my dog.
At school we are having a proper send-off party for Ishthai (Indian themed!!) I am wearing the watchimacallit, oh a sari for the party. I am going to play with Taylor now, she is pretty cool so I will hang out with her.
Ishthai was better than Taylor though. I love Taylor's style though. Ishthai was brain dead in style but me and Taylor are like the best stylists in the school.
I have to go for tea now so this diary will be continued later.
Milz, age 8, England
Once upon a time there was a guinea pig named Skooter. Skooter liked to go on adventures but first she had to get out of her cage. So she squeaked like crazy until the door of the cage flew open. Then she climbed out. She started walking until she ran into Rachel, one of her owners. Rachel tried to pick her up but Skooter was too fast. She ran away like lightning. Soon she came to a door. The wind blew and opened the door. Skooter stepped outside, she kept walking until she came to a step. Ahh! She almost fell over! Using her ninja skills, Skooter leapt and landed on the grass. It was getting chilly so Skooter decided to go back into her cage.
Joseph, age 13, USA
Once there lived a frog. His name was Todd. Todd was so ugly that his wife wouldn't even kiss or go on dates with him. She hated the ugly face so much that she broke up with him. Then one day a little boy was pretending to be a doctor and luckily picked up Todd. He gave him a new style and a new face, Todd looked like a fancy rich dude. Soon all the girls wanted to go out with him, but not as much as his old girl friend. He felt bad so he got back his old look and felt better than ever. Moral: You should never care what other people think!
Lilah, age 9, USA
Once there lived a horse named Pepper and a girl named Lilah. They were the best of friends. They hung out every day. Lilah rode Pepper as much as she could. They loved each other, but there was also another horse named Wolfy. I don't like Wolfy because he always steals Pepper's food. Wolfy runs toward Pepper and Pepper bucks everywhere. Wolfy is my mom's horse. My mom loves Wolfy with all her heart. This is a true story of horses and their owners.
Lilah, age 9, USA
There once lived a pretty goose that was so pretty that when she went past any boy they would melt. Her name was Abby The Great. Abby would always wear makeup. All the other girls were so mad at Abby because she stole their boyfriends. They prayed for weeks that they would be as pretty as Abby. It never happened. Abby felt bad because all her friends hated her to the bone. Abby started not wearing make up and started to act like a nerd and the boys wouldn't melt over her anymore. They fell for the other girls. Abby felt bad that her friends still hated her, so she did all she could and her friends brought her back in.
Lilah, age 9, USA
I was sad and crying. Grandma had just passed. We got to the hospital too late to say goodbye. I feared death.
I met a man named Jack. I was twenty years old, and he was too. It was love at first sight. One thing led to another and we were married.
I was lying in bed. Old, wrinkled, and sick. I coughed. I gasped, and my last words were, "Why must we fear death? It will come, and we will be with the ones we love again. Save your tears for when you are old and sick like me, so when you go to Heaven we will be together to cry and laugh and joke around, like we did when I was still- "
I was in a tunnel, a light at the end. I was young and healthy. I ran towards it. When I got there I was on a beach, surrounded by those who had left Earth. God was across the water, and I cried tears. I cried tears of joy.
Gracie, age 11, USA