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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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Well one time I was very, very tired. I stayed in bed for a half hour on a school day. Then my brother blew a horn in my ear and that woke me up! So I got up. I went to school with my brother. When I walked in everyone started laughing. I then noticed that I had my pyjamas pants on! The whole school made fun of me except for my best friend, Megan. So I called my mom to see if I could have a pair of pants. She dropped by my school and dropped them off. I put them on and people stopped laughing. I found out that that was the worst day ever!

Lauren, age 9, USA

Once upon a time there were two mean sisters. They were always mean to their other sister Elizabeth. But of course Isabella and Jordan didn't care at all! Elizabeth always wondered why they treated her so badly. Finally this prince came by. He asked, "Beautiful lady would you like to come and live with me?"
"Sure that would be pleasant!" Answered Elizabeth. So they live happily ever after!

Jenna, age 9, US

One day I was eating a brownie when someone stole it and ran away! I chased him and got it back, but he ran to his mom and said I took it from him. I was so mad I told my mom and the moms got it figured out.

Taylor , age 8, USA

My Mystical Blanket

I walked outside my room, my eyes darting from one side to another. I looked into the kitchen where my grandma sat at the table, knitting something. I couldn't tell what is was though, something white, with a dazzling purple and gold. "What are you making, grandma?" I asked.
"Oh, good morning my dear," she replied, "This is a blanket, but before you go, I want to show you something." Grandma got up, and opened a drawer, one I've never opened before ...inside were two sparkling needles. "These are magic needles," she said, "Anything I make with them, will become real."
I never really believed in magic so I knew it wasn't true. I just made myself a bowl of cereal and looked at my computer. I was busy on a school subject, 'The Best Thing That Ever Happened To You' project. I sat there wondering what to type since my life was so boring. Just then, grandma called me into the kitchen. "Here sweetie, I made you a blanket." She handed me the blanket. It was soft and warm. It had a unicorn stitched on the front.

That night, I slept with the blanket wrapped around me. At around midnight, I awoke, I was sleepy, but surprised at what I saw, a velvety grey nose, accompanied by a long, twisted golden horn and a glittering purple mane. I looked into its incredible blue eyes, they were dazzling. I realized that my grandma was right, it was magic. I jumped on its back and rode off into the night. She carried me to the stars, I was in a different world. I looked around, a large grassy meadow, with a pond, and many unicorns grazing and prancing ...before I knew it, almost a week had gone by. I sobbed in my hands, I missed my grandma and I didn't think I'd ever see her again. I watched the newly born unicorns prance and play, soon, the unicorn came up and nudged me on the shoulder, I was gone and at home.

I figured my grandma would be worried, she just had a smile on her face. She explained to me that her grandmother gave her a blanket with a unicorn, threaded with a magic needle, and she had the same experience. From then on, I have knitted my grandchildren one, their grand children made their grand children one and so on.

Callie, age 13, America

One day in the park there was a mother rabbit looking for food for her newborn clutch of babies. The father rabbit was looking after the babies when Grandma hopped through the borrow to get some hay.

Bradley, age 9, England

The Fifth School Year

Tomorrow will be my third day of fifth grade and I'm super excited! That's because I have the best fifth grade teacher there is. Her name is Mrs. Fleischauer, she is a well organized person. Also, she keeps things looking neat and tidy. Mrs. Fleischauer makes work that can be fun for the whole class! In our classroom there are lots of neat things. Like, for instance, there is a Yakker Trakker. The Yakker Trakker is a stop light that tracks when you're talking. I think we will be using that a lot this year. Another thing we have in our room are cubbies.We will use these to hold our papers until we are ready to go home. At school all of my classmates are nice. Although some are kind of annoying. Most of my classmates have been in my class before. Like Peter, C.J., Sean, Jacob, and so on. Also there are people I just met. There are some people that I wanted to be in my class that weren't. But at least I know everybody in my class. I'm really looking forward to another day at school!

Savannah, age 11, USA

There was a storm raging outside, but she knew she had to get home before supper. So she said her good byes and started home. She had walked this trail many times since she was ten, but tonight something wasn't right. But she made herself push on. She had to get home, she said to herself over and over again. It was raining, dark and getting colder by the minute. Her feet and legs were numb from walking. It hadn't taken this long to get home before. Then she stumbled over something. "That had never been there," she thought. But she pushed away her thought and kept walking. Although her feet and legs were numb, she felt as if they were sliding... but she decided to push on, she had to get home. then she heard it, it was the sound of death. Before she could think of what to do next, she went under. She had taken a wrong turn. And now she was in a frozen pond. Her body locked up, she couldn't breathe, She sunk deeper and deeper down. Her eyes were heavy, and she fell into a deep sleep. One she could never come out of. It was a week before her body was found. And that summer the pond was dried up, and filled in again. But when there's a storm raging outside, people say she's still trying to get home...

Summer, The World

Apple Cider and Blueberry Pie

One morning as I lay in my bed smelling the sweet aroma of mom’s sweet Apple Cider and her award winning Blueberry Pie. I think in my head, “Why is she making this?” My mom only makes Apple Cider and Blueberry Pie on days we have to go to one of our family’s funerals. I went downstairs and asked, “Mom who passed away?”
“Grandpa, sweetie.” she replied in a sad toned voice.

The next morning we got up, put on our best clothes and headed over to the church. When we got there mom set the food on the table and headed to a seat in the front. I came with her.

As soon as the funeral was over everybody rushed to the table where the Apple Cider and Blueberry Pie was and got some. By the time I could get over to the table there was only one piece of pie left and one cup of cider left. Good thing my mom had made extras. The sad thing was that my grandpa always got the first piece of Blueberry Pie and the first cup of Apple Cider. That whole day I could not stop thinking about my grandpa. I remember that every night before I went to bed he would play a music box to help me get to sleep.

My grandpa was special to me and I loved him I will never forget him.

Cheynne, age 10, USA