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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 June 1, 2008!
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Oh those lazy days of summer are almost here! |
In a country far away, there lived a girl named Mya. And her best friend was Sami. They loved to play together. One day after school, Sami told her that she was moving. "That can't be true," Mya said, "Then we won't see each other again." Mya hung her head down. "This is terrible," she thought. When she looked up, Sami was in her mother's car and was driving home.
All night, Mya thought about what Sami had told her. The words Sami said ran through her head. She couldn't stop thinking about never seeing Sami again.
The next day, at school, Sami came running toward Mya. "I have great news," Sami began, "last night, at supper, Mother asked me how fun it would be to move. Then, I told her that I would miss you too much. And then... SHE TOLD ME THAT WE ARE ONLY MOVING 3 HOUSES DOWN FROM YOURS!" When Mya heard that, she hugged Sami, and told her how happy she was to hear that. Mya and Sami never moved from each other and they always stayed happy!
Kindle, age 8, Canada
Apparition
Emma had just moved from the city to a country bungalow in the middle of nowhere. It seemed creepy. Almost alive. She dismissed her thoughts as imagination. She was completely unprepared for what she would see...
Just before she was going to bed, she saw a flash of gold at the window of her sister Kayla's room. The room filled with a ghostly mist and a faint, pale face appeared at the window. A pitiful little girl with wispy blonde hair and a sad, pinched little face...
Emma couldn't sleep for thinking about the apparition. Was she going crazy? Kayla was fine, she had checked on her, yet she could still sense the pleading face of the small girl. Who was she?
Kayla seemed to act weird the next day. She didn't touch her breakfast. She seemed dreamy and faraway, and her hair glinted more golden than usual. It was like she was a different person...
Emma staggered tiredly into bed that night. The air smelled kind of misty. Just before she closed her eyes, a familiar mist appeared in her room, and the pale face began to show- but it was not the mystery girl, but her sister Kayla looking pitiful! The flicker of a smile appeared across her sister's face, and she advanced towards her, blocking her screams...
Emma came downstairs looking rather different. Her gold hair glinted brown today, and she was acting dreamy and immature. Just like Kayla. Em's true spirit still haunts the room, so don't go to the creepy old cottage in Bransford Woods- EVER!
Daniella, age 10, UK
Snow Storm
Two friends called Dorothy and Lauren were walking their cat in the hills in the country of Williston. Suddenly the sky went dark and it began to snow. "Wow!" said Dorothy. "What will we do?" they shouted very loudly and luckily were heard by a rescue team who took them home where they were wrapped up to keep warm and had a drink of root beer and a cake to eat.
Dorothy, age 11
Once upon a time there was a barber and his wife. His wife was beautiful, interesting and smart. He was a killer barber. In the same town there was judge who thought the barber's wife was beautiful. One night the judge poisoned here and he locked the barber in jail for 15 years. Once the barber's sentence was done he came back and tried to kill the judge but the judge found out about the plan and instead he killed the barber and his new wife.
Ali, age 14, Canada
Once upon a time there was an ugly pumpkin. He always got made fun of but one day he got a package in the mail from his parents. In the package was a little stuffed animal. He loved it so much that one day he took it to the park. He was playing and his mean friend was a bully and he picked up the stuffed animal and he ripped it. When he got home his parents said, "Do you like that stuffed animal that we sent you?" He explained the whole story and his mom said when they went on another vacation they would buy him another stuffed animal.
Peyton, age 8, USA
The Stuffed Animal Who Learned How To Rollerblade
Once upon a time there was a stuffed animal. She was a stuffed duck and her name was Quackers. She really wanted to learn how to rollerblade because all her friends at school knew how to rollerblade and she didn't because her flippers weren't strong enough and her Dad always said, "Quackers you need to have strong feet to rollerblade."
One day on her birthday she got rollerblades and she really, really wanted to rollerblade so she said, "Thank you so much Mom and Dad can I please rollerblade today?"
Mom and Dad said, "Yes Quackers you can rollerblade in the park except make sure you wear your wing pads."Quackers went outside and put on her skirt and put on her rollerblades and put on her helmet, but she forgot to put on her wing pads. She rollerbladed and rollerbladed and rollerbladed but her wings soon got tired so she stopped to rest and pretty soon she fell and she hurt her wings and she had to go to the hospital. But her wings soon became better so she rollerbladed again and again up hills and down hills but she always remembered her wing pads!
Lulu, age 8 ,USA
It is the first day of 5th grade and I'm nervous. I am very scared. I feel in a dark place and I'm afraid. A bright light is flashing before my brownish-black eyes. Can you guess who it is? It is my teacher Mrs. Russell! She said, "You will feel fine. I was nervous when I was your age."
Keisha, age 11, USA
Once there lived a girl named Ashley. She was madly in love with a handsome boy who didn't know she was even alive. The boy's name was Tyler who secretly liked her a well. So their best friends set them on a blind date. When they got to the boardwalk they found out who was going to be there.They were very surprised and then both of their faces turned red.They laughed very hard! So ever since then they were a happy couple.
On Valentine's Day when they were twenty-two Tyler asked Ashley to marry him. She couldn't say yes fast enough.They had a daughter named Lizzie and a son named Paxton. They lived very happily together.
Ashley, age 12, USA
Once upon a time there was a princess named Bionca. Her mother and father would never let her out of the house. At the age of 32 she wrote books for children and even then she was not married. On her 33rd birthday she was asked to be wed by her printer boy, Blake, whom she believed truly loved her and put the answer in Blake's sister's hands. Her husband died at the age of 34.
Caitlin, age 11, USA
The sharks got closer and closer as I swam toward the island. I was so scared that all my hairs had stood on end. I swung my arms rapidly round and round, desperate to reach the island without being eaten alive. I looked back to see where the sharks were. I gasped when one almost bit my big toe off. I let out a long sigh of relief as it missed. They're gaining on me, I thought with frustration. A few minutes later I'd reached shore. I was safe. At least for now.
Joseph, age 10, Australia
The day I got stranded on this island. it was July 4th 1987. I've been calling for help on my radio. I've got contact before but the conversations with the people I've talked to have never lasted, they never believe me. Lots of strange things have happened. I can't sleep at night, there's too many scary sounds. I sometimes hear my mother calling me. It always turns out to be the wind. I'm still waiting to be rescued to this very day. I don't think that anyone will find me on this deserted island.
Thomas, age 12, Australia
The Break Up
One day there was a girl named Ebony, she was new in town. She went to a party with her friend Trice and they saw this cute boy. Ebony went up to him and asked him what was his name was, he said Eric then they were talking and laughing and she asked him if he wanted to go out he said yes. Then a couple of months later they broke up and Eric started to go with her friend Trice. He didn't know they were friends. Trice told Ebony and they started to fight. Trice was still going with Eric after the fight. They were together for a long time and Trice and Ebony were not friends anymore.Then 2 years later Eric and Trice got married and had two children named Patrick and Paul.
Monica, age 14
Journey Of Glory
It was any regular Friday afternoon. I had just got released from school. A hot crisp spring breeze flew over me. I threw my water bottle on my head and it dripped to my sweating ankles. Then I threw my backpack on my back and set off. I was running away. My step parents, to me and my friends, were as evil as my teachers. My mom had long black hair with crooked yellow teeth. She always wore her yellow and red polka dotted dress, it was ugly. My dad had a long hairy beard with filthy brown shaggy hair that reached down to the ground. He always wore his too tight and too old Elvis Presley jump suit. His back was hairy and it looked bad in that suit. He always embarrassed me at school. I, on the other hand, had some workers boots I found in the dump. I wore a long white thin dress and I braided my hair. My jacket was a dark brown, ripped, too huge for me, sweater. I had blond hair and blue sparkly eyes. My name is, Matildia, and I'm 11 years old. Being 11 isn't all that great.
I stepped into the forest. Nothing there. So I dashed between the tall dark trees, past the swift cold river. I raced through the forest for a long distance, then it became night. "Howl!" I could hear the wolves sing their sweet freedom songs. "I too will be singing about freedom soon," I called back. "Uh oh," I whispered. Had I just called them? Yes I had and now I was in danger. I heard packs of wolves howling in all directions. I couldn't trust myself to where I would go. I was not scared. Okay, fine. I was scared. My heart was beating harder than ever before. I saw a tree, and I swear to God there were more than a million branches on that thing. So I climbed and I zipped up that tree. I could see the wolves beneath me. I kept repeating to myself: "Don't look down." Of course I looked down but I kept climbing. "AHHHHHHH!" My hand slipped off the branch and the branch was breaking! I was screaming! I tell you. I was screaming so much I felt as if my lungs were about to pop off. I threw my sweater over the branch and hugged on tight. I tugged and I tugged. Finally I pulled my arm around the branch and climbed up a different branch. I stretched my leg on to that branch, then my other. I sat down quick and rested. Oh how I wished I had gotten some water when I passed that river.
Chapter 2
I woke to the a sound of branch breaking and me snoring. The wolves were gone and just when I was going to make sure the wolves were really gone..."SNAP", my branch broke. I fell to the ground. I got right back up and dusted myself off. Then I started sprinting. I sprinted up this mountain. I crawled through logs and ate raspberries and drank cold water from a beautiful waterfall. I decided that this place would be far enough and that I would live there. So, I set off to find sticks, wood, logs, leaves, and pine needles. Once I got all my supplies I took out my backpack and I opened my moms How to Build a House book and read every word of it. Luckily I brought lots of super glue and nails to pull my house together. Before the day was done my house was finished. It had one room, it was a tiny house. I figured later in the month I would make a second room for it, but for now it was perfect for me. The pine needles and the branches made my roof. The leaves were so pointy that I used them to put around my house as a gate. While I stared at my house I heard that same 'howl' from last night. I scurried into my house and slept on my jacket.
The next day I woke with excitement. I was, finally, free. I spent my day doing brilliant things. I made a real fence, I made windows out of wood. I was ever so happy that now I was in a place called Glory. And I will always be.
Audrey, age 9, USA
I tossed and turned in my bed, I couldn't get to sleep. I was tired, but I still couldn't sleep. This was the third night in a row. I had to come and stay at my Aunty Ruth's house, my older brother was at camp, my mum had to go away for work and my dad died when I was little. Aunty Ruth lived in Alice Springs. I didn't like it much because I was used to the city. Aunty Ruth was a little weird and a light sleeper, so I didn't want to go wake her up, and her house was creepy too. It felt like a bad presence was in there, like a ghost. I sighed again and scratched my arm, another mosquito had bitten me and it was getting annoying.
All of a sudden, the crickets stopped chirping, the normally humid air went cold. I heard something outside the door and I froze with terror. I wanted to shut my eyes but they were glued to the door, it started to open and my heart was beating wildly. Then the thing entered my room...
~To be continued
Kate, age 11, Australia
Once upon a time, the time when magical creatures still roamed the earth and before Narnia ever came to be, there was a small girl, about the age of twelve. Her name was Bella, a common name in that quiet village that shot through her memory over and over again on this day. Whoosh, over there. Whoosh, over here. It was some emotion she could not distinguish, but it was there. She decided to walk back to the small tree house she had managed to put together after the fire. She couldn't take it. Was there any possible way she could remove this horrible image from her thoughts? Her family. Her friends. Her screams. Barely escaping the horrid things from her mind, she woke in a cold sweat. She heard the crickets and a far off caw of an unknown bird, she knew the incident was certainly not a dream. "I wish this had all gone away!" A huge clap of thunder rang out from the sky. Then flashes of-green-yellow-blue-white-black- then nothing. This is one of the theories of Narnia's beginning.
Katelyn, age 10, USA
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