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 March 1, 2012!
A Summer Love
I could feel my knees trembling. I could feel the suitcase shaking. "Oh, I could have walked, I'd rather walk than meet him. Please let a hole swallow me," I thought desperately. Of course, he was just as gorgeous as ever. He still had that breathtaking face, the face with the dimples on both of his cheeks when he smiled, the face with the olive green eyes, the face I had cried over after I moved. As if my hands and knees weren't enough, my lower lip started trembling too. "No, please don't spill tears, please!" I thought. I couldn't cry in front of Danny, I just couldn't. I couldn't cry in front of chestnut brown haired, now 20 year old Danny. I think you need to know just a little bit more about me to know why I couldn't cry in front of him. It all started when I was 10....
Strawberry, age 13, USA
The Ride of My Life
Chapter 1
The Day
Reagan lived in The United States. She dreamed every day about having her own horse. Her dad said, "We can't afford it honey, I'm sorry." But she still had that dream. She rode at an arena about 5 minutes from her house. It was called Josie's Arena. She and her friend Kaylon rode almost every Thursday. They were both horse crazy. Hannah, their trainer was always so nice. She let's us ride around before and after lessons. It was so nice to be at the arena. One day Reagan rode a horse that was new there. Its name was Fatty, because it was a rescue horse and was kind of skinny. Reagan and Fatty were a pair! They ran barrels like nothing, but then the ride of her life came.
Chapter 2
The Moment
Then the last run on barrels came. Reagan always wore a helmet for safety. She blazed around the first barrel. then the second barrel came. Fatty didn't listen. She turned so sharp, BOOM! Reagan fell to the ground flat on her back. Her head bounced off the sand in the arena about 2 feet. It broke her helmet. She had a severe headache. She was dizzy too. Her dad rushed into the arena. He said, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she said, "I'm fine." Hannah made her get back on and ride again. She trotted smoothly around the arena, her head pounding. She was doing what she was told. "Walk it off ,Hannah, I've cracked 3 helmets. You're fine!" Reagan's dad was furious. They left as soon as the could.
Chapter 3
The Ride Home
Reagan's dad continuously asked, "Are you OK?" She said, "Yes, but my head hurts terribly." Kaylon's mom, Shawna, asked if we wanted to go and eat Mexican food. We said, "Sure." The rest of the night was great and I sure had a story to tell at school the next day. The next day at school no one wanted nor tried to care. Reagan felt lonely that day at school. No one cared so it made Reagan sad. Not even her favorite teachers could bare to listen to the story. It was over.
Reagan, age 10, USA
Once upon a time there was a king named Jay and a queen named Joy. They had a daughter named Kelly. She had a puppy named Anna. One day Kelly and Anna went to the grocery store. No dogs were allowed. Kelly told Anna to sit by the door but when Kelly came out Anna was gone. Kelly was looking for Anna all over the place. She was sad because she couldn't find Anna anywhere. The next morning Kelly saw Anna with a little girl. Anna ran to Kelly. They both went home. Kelly told her mother that she found Anna.
Rosie, age 10, USA
As I sleep a white layer of snow sprinkles onto the ground. When I wake I turn on the news to see the wonderful sight of NO SCHOOL!! No homework! No gym! And the whole fact of a snow day!
Brianna, age 13, USA
The usually emerald-green grass lay parched and yellow. The scorching sun blazed down on Merial Drive. Isaac Minors poked his head out of the bush. Nobody was there. He retreated, hoping that Lars Pothart would walk past. The things he thought of doing to Lars were unbelievable. On the other hand, Lars had brutally slaughtered his parents, just after they had received the joy of a new baby, his younger sister, Masie. He could hear Masie screaming now, but he wasn't going to see to her. He had to do this. To get his revenge. Even if he had to wait all day in this prickly thorn bush.
He waited for what felt like hours, when eventually he heard footsteps. He was so hot that he didn't have the energy to look out the side of the bush. But he did, he shouldn't have, but he did. Immediately, a tall, slender man, with flowing black hair, and his face twisted into a grimace of disgust grabbed Isaac. Whisking him away from his ordinary life, into a deep black hole...
Hermione, age 11, England
The Flabby Old Wizard!
Once upon a time there was a wizard. The wizard's name was Kyle Flab. People called him Mr. Flabber. Everyone hated Mr. Flabber. They did because he was very old. He was about 999. You might think you can't live that long but he used a magical potion. You had to use 7 dragon scales and 2 dead chickens. The hardest one to get was the dragon scales. "I'm FLABBERGASTED!" He yelled. "How in the world am I going to get those?"
"I know how." Said a little one horned, one eyed, flying, purple, people eater with joy.
"How? How? How?!" He asked.
"Just poof them here with your wand!"
"OHHHH." He said. So he did. He made the potion in no time and so he made it and lived on forever and ever and ever the end.
Emma, age 9, USA
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