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— 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...
— Scrappy I hissed angrily at the dog in front of me. She had a pink collar with a small golden tag on it with her name: Beatrice. She was a...
— The Castle where I am Safe In my cave I am safe. The cave of my thoughts, the cave of my dreams – I am safe there. That cave is...
— Two characters have made a mistake or done something they know is wrong. One wants to tell the truth, and the other wants to lie about it. Tell the story...
— The battle ended with my sword ripping flesh. I fell,exhausted to the dusty, bloodstained ground. My men all leaned oneach other. Too wary to let out a cry of triumph....
— Creativity By Peri Gordon, 11 Part I I haven’t eaten. I haven’t slept. I haven’t smiled. I haven’t laughed. I haven’t spoken. I haven’t understood. I haven’t truly loved, and...
— Gabriella stood at the edge of the clouded forest in anticipation. Her cousin, Finn, was going to visit. Every month, it was like this. The fog allowed a rift in...
— When one doesn’t use one of his senses, the others are strengthened. In nature you should at some point try this: Close your eyes and feel the world around you...
— 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...
— A note from Caleb I wanted to start out by briefly recognizing the work you continue to do in the Writing Workshop. As a student at the University of California, Santa...