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— Writing Workshop #1: On the Word ‘And’ The Beggar Woman’s Song And the beggar woman sang of the wolf’s cold heart, how she prowled in a mist shrouded lane, she...
— I glanced around the hospital cautiously and shuddered. The walls were pure white, but I felt as if they were stained with the blood of those who never survived. The...
— An update from our twenty-fifth Book Club meeting! On Saturday, March 27, the Stone Soup Book Club discussed The Penderwicks: A Summer Tale of Four Sisters, Two Rabbits, and a...
— JUST TWENTY DOLLARS Mia’s perspective: “Please,” Lou begs, “please please please pleeeeeeeeeeease! It’s only twenty dollars!” Very soon, my mom relents and hands her twenty dollars. As soon as she’s...
— Wicked Moods By Peri Gordon, 11 “You already got your prize, Miss Aler.” “Did not, I put it back because…the bag was stained,” I lie. “Come on, I need another...
— Dad always parked his car way on the other side of the street, past the balck asphalt and closer to the row of violet flowers that dotted a neighbor’s fence–...
— If you saw that my dad was a pineapple, you’ll understand the concept of comparing humans to fruits or vegetables. This time, my mom is the one in question, and...
— Hi, today I am going to tell you what I did for Diwali. For us, Diwali started on Friday, November 14th and ended on Monday, November 18th. First Day of...