— Attack of the Invading Virus Natalie Yue, 8 A prickly ball of red spines Smirking, pesky, buggy, careless, You know what I’m talking about: None other than Coronavirus. Affecting many...
— Tick. Tick. Tick. The passing of mere seconds seemed eternal that night. The sea was dark and still; its waves rolled peacefully, quietly. On its surface, the only motion exhibited...
— It was Christmas night with the stars twinkling. all the lights shining bright the crowd of people thickening. Singing Christmas carols through the town “We wish you a Merry Christmas”...
— Stars By Peri Gordon, 11 A star. A crystal, with a life of its own. White spikes gleaming, dancing, smiling in the sky. Teasing the moon, competing with the other...
— Becoming A True Hero Ruby was an 11 year old trained warrior. She had glossy red pinkish hair with beautiful soft, pure skin, and shining emerald eyes. One evening, she...
— Write in an ode in honor of something or someone. Maybe it’s your grandmother, your cat, or even just your favorite chair.
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— Flipping the light switch up and down, back and forth a number of times in order to brighten the dimmed ceiling light at the center of my bedroom, I began...
— The room was bright and cheery this Christmas Eve; the fireplace lit, giving off a warm, soft aura, the Christmas tree covered in blinking lights and colored ornaments. The cat...