Beast

Beast

By: Caitlin

One petal drops each day. If Belle can’t love me, we’ll never be human ever again. She’s so kind, so gentle. The way she took her father’s place, to be my prisoner. She’s even starting to trust me, teaching me how humans act. Ugh… Belle’s so beautiful and kind, I can’t stand it. I want to show her how much she means to me. All the workers are saying that I should show my feelings, what is inside. Oh, but I haven’t done that in years. I know, I’ll give her the best gift she has ever received. If the gift doesn’t make her fall for me, I don’t know what will. There it goes, the petal of the day. If she never loves me, I’ll be stuck in this dark castle forever.

The Crayon Box

The Crayon Box

By: Mattiya

       WHITE CRAYON

Hi I’m the white crayon. There are lot of us crayons here at the kindergarten classroom. every single night, after the janitor finishes up his cleaning and turns out the light, we come alive. He drives away in his orange Durango and the lights come back on. We all come crawling out of the boxes and start talking and playing and such. I sometimes wish I was like red, or blue, or gold. They’re the popular crayons. My friends are black, brown, and pink. We’re friends because we’re the outcasts. Pink is taunted because she’s not technically a color. She’s a shade. Black because she’s dark, like a shadow and is the color of nothing. Brown, because he’s just a jumble of random colors all mashed up and mixed. Me, because I’m nothing. I’m literally nothing. I don’t show up when the little children draw with me. There used to be more white crayons, but the little children broke them to pieces and threw them at each other, they even ate one. Their taunting never ends. Over and over and over again. It never ends. Never. At the end of the night when the sun starts to rise, and the janitor arrives in his bright orange Durango, we all crawl back into the box. Me? I’m at the bottom. I guess this is the just life of the lonely white crayon.

Ghosts

Ghosts

By: Kaity

Friends. That’s one thing I don’t have. Everybody thinks I’m weird, but my mom just says I have a big imagination. I see things other people can’t. I swear I’m not crazy. They are really there. I think they’re angels, but George (George of the jungle as I call him) says they are ghosts, and Leslie thinks they are angels. I agree with George, they kind of creep me out. I don’t know why I’m scared of them. I guess it’s natural to be afraid of ghosts if you see one, their white, see through body, and their dark eyes staring into my soul. Some of the ghosts are nice, they are either smiling at me because they are happy, or a mischievous smile, because they want to kill me in my sleep. I guess it’s okay I don’t have friends, but I like seeing what I see. I like having my own secret. The things I see can be my friends if no one else can.

An Alien Invasion

An Alien Invasion

By: Avery

Hello, humans of earth. I mean you no harm. I am what you call an alien, which means that I don’t have fingers, or that strange wiry stuff that sprouts from each of your heads…hair, I think it’s called? You humans are so strange. Your skin is so soft and delicate, and completely useless if you ask me. Why you spend so much time scrubbing it and yanking all those hairs out with wax is beyond me; it will just tear and become dirty and ugly again! You all just need scales, like mine, which don’t break or tear or grow bristles. Really . . . where is your common sense?

Clueless at Costco

Clueless at Costco

By: Natalie

   LESLIE
So one day, I walked into a big garage looking door for some food. There was a sign on the garage door that said: Costco employees wanted! There were isles everywhere. All on a sudden a mean lady in an apron came up to me and pointed to isle.
Counts on fingers to three adding weird nouns in there.

THREE! Next thing I knew, she shoved a weird dress in my face, maybe a bib? boy was I hungry! After she trudged away, I spotted a little table with little cups of little food. Finally! I started digging in, but got weird looks from people walking by. How rude! Next, a couple kids ran over and took some of my cups! MY CUPS!Even ADULTS were taking the food right from my table. So, I did what anyone one would do. I jumped on the table and screamed at them. Then, a big dude called over another big dude wearing an apron just like mine. He dragged me out of the big garage and took my bib. I didn’t even get to finish my food, what a horrible restaurant!!

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By: Kiara

   GRETEL
We’re lost. Again. Seriously, it would be great if we could make it through the forest just once without getting lost. And ya know what? It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t agreed to go with me this never would have happened. We could be at the village if you hadn’t agreed with me to stop and pick the flowers. We’re lost again and it’s all your fault. Dad told me to leave you at of my adventures, but no, you just had to agree to come with me. So it isn’t my fault, it’s yours. You had to agree that i’d want you to come. So you came, and this is all your fault. You agreed to me going, and stopping, and dawdling, and it’s all your…oh. Wait a second, it’s…me. I’m the one who dragged you into this. I’m the one who got us lost. And, I’m the one who’s sorry. It’s my fault. All my fault. Well, mine and maybe a little bit yours.

The Vampire

The Vampire

By: Matt

I was walking down the town and no one was there and it was dark and foggy and I came across this tall figure. He was in all black and he had a cape and it had red on the inside of the cape. He had red glowing eyes and sharp fangs with blood dripping from the side of his mouth. And before I could scream, he bit me on the neck and I turned into a blood-thirsty vampire. And I turned all the townspeople into vampires. No one was human again.