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Imagination
 There is a world that I have known where unicorns run free, where many different colored birds can be seen atop a tree.
And the leaves of the trees that host these birds are yellow, green and blue, and a river of soda pop can be seen flowing through.
And after you see all of that, there’s a castle on a mountain, made of licorice and peppermint sticks and a roof of an ice cream fountain.
And then you ask me “Where’s this place, this world, this land, this nation?” But the only direction I will give is, “It’s in your imagination.”
Samantha D., 7
The real TRUE story of Cinderella
You may think that you really know the story of Cinderella, how she had an evil stepmother and all that, but here is the TRUE version of that story.
Cindy (Cinderella) was about 10 when her mother died, (in a car crash) and her father was so desolated that he died three days later.
Her father, leaving Cindy all alone and an orphan, left her his most prized possession, which was his pizza truck. Now this wasn’t just any pizza truck, it was a cool pizza truck.
After living all alone with nothing but the truck, someone finally took her in. In the movies, this persion is known as her evil stepmother, but really she is her evil adopted parent. Cindy had two new sisters, who were actually very nice.
Well, anyways, Cindy grew to like her new house and finally, by the time that she was 16, I think, Cindy got her driver’s license.
One day, Cindy got invited to the cool cars show, so she decided to make an appearance. Three weeks later and after her truck had a nice code of polish on it, she was ready to go.
The host of the whole show was actually (not the prince) but a man by the name of Fredrik. So that night, as Fredrick was making his rounds at the show, he spotted Cindy, but what he really noticed was her pizza truck. As they say, it was love at first sight. Fredrik decided that he would somehow get that truck for himself.
When Cindy found out about that, she was not pleased, to say the least. Just because that guy was rich did not mean that he could have her truck.
Right away, Cindy drove off, accidentally right through a plot of wet cement, so her tire tracks were still there. Well, since Fredrick did not give up so easily, he decided to get everybody in the world’s tires checked to find out where that truck was.
Before all that could happen, Fredrick made a quick swing around town, just as a look and see. Well, I guess it was his lucky day, because he spotted Cindy and her truck at the McDonalds drive-thru. So he swiftly drove up to Cindy, and asked how much she would sell her truck for.
Unluckily for Fredrick, it was also Cindy’s lucky day and what really made her lucky was her lucky pair of shoes. She threw them at Fredrick, and he died.
After all that commotion for the night, Cindy decided to go home and rest up for the following day.
The End.
Laura B., 7
The Altar
“This is going to be the best Halloween ever!” I said to my best friend Jorge, over the phone.
“I know I can’t wait,” said Jorge, “too bad you can only trick or treat till 7:00.”
“I wish I could spend the whole night with you guys, but I have to celebrate Day of the Dead at my Abuela’s house.”
“Well a least we will be able to spend a few hours together,” Jorge said.
I was about to say goodbye when my eyes caught a note on my golden yellow refrigerator. It was from my Mama, I could tell because she was the only one that wrote notes in Spanish.
“Jorge are you still there?” I asked
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I just found a note from my mom,” I replied. I began to read the note over the phone.
Dear Eduardo and Teresa,
I think that you are getting too old to celebrate Halloween. I told your Abeula that you would help her get ready for the Day of the Dead.
Love Mama
“Well, I guess you can’t go,” said Jorge, with a sigh.
“ I am going trick treating and I don’t care what my mom thinks.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t worry about that, I will call you in a hour” I said.
I hung up the phone and plopped down on old, worn brown couch. I grabbed a blanket from a wicker basket on the side of the couch and called to my sister in a weak voice.
“What!” She shouted back. She walked in the living room wearing a long jean skirt and a black shirt with a glittery red rose. This was weird because she never worn skirts.
“ Why are you so dressed up?” I asked
“ Is it a crime to look nice?” She responded in a snotty voice
“ I know why,” I said with a big smirk on my face. “Danny is going to be there.” Danny was my Abeula’s neighbor and my sister thought he was the cutest thing on two feet.
“You do know me and Danny are friends?” I said “ We tell each other everything and if I go tonight it might just slip that you like him.”
“Fine, I’ll call Máma and tell her you are too sick too go.” She walked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone. She was on the phone for about five minutes when we both heard a loud honk.
“Well gotta go mom,” she said into the phone. Then she hung up the phone and ran out the door. I was free.
I jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen. I searched the fridge for some food and all I found was some old sour cream.
“Great,” I said to myself, “All our food is for some dead people who can’t even eat it.”
Then I turned toward the altar which was covered in decorations and food. It looked really nice this year. My mom had been preparing it for weeks. My sister and her friends and made about a hundred paper flowers to cover it and my mom ordered sugarcoated skeletons, with the names of the dead on them.
The food covering the table looked delicious. There was salsa, burritos, tacos, cookies and cakes. I know you’re not supposed to take anything from the altar, but I was so hungry. So I reached out and grabbed some nachos and salsa.
Before I took the first bite, I looked into the eyes of my mean, horrible Uncle Humberto’s picture. It was as if he was staring right through me, to my soul. I reached over to put his picture face down, so I didn’t have to look at him.
Then I began to stuff my face with the delicious chips and salsa. Each one was better then the one before it.
“MMMMM,” I said, “Thanks Uncle Horrible”
I was getting up from my seat, when I heard a loud pounding noise. I jumped right up and fell out of my seat.
I got up to see where the noise came from. Outside was a horrible storm.
It was black outside and the wind was blowing around our house at 100 miles an hour.
I grabbed the phone and dialed Jorge’s number. I waited for about three rings until Jorge answered.
“Hello,” he said
“Hey, it’s me,” I said.
“ Ready to go?” he asked
“I can’t even get out of my house, the wind is way too strong.”
“What,” he asked, sounding shocked, “It is beautiful outside.”
“There is a horrible storm,” I said.
“Whatever,” he said, “maybe you should stay home, you sound delirious.”
Then he hung up.
I slammed the phone down.
“What a great friend.”
I turned around to clean up the salsa and chips and in its place was black bubble mush, which had a horrible smell. It smelled like death.
I stood there, staring at the black mush. I couldn’t move, terror had taken over my body.
Finally, I began to move closer to the mush. I almost got sick because of the smell. Then my eyes went to altar, to make sure everything was OK.
Everything looked normal, but my Uncle’s picture was gone.
I was getting ready to run when I heard.
“Eduardo get over here.” a voice said, in a thick Spanish accent.
I took me a few seconds to get up the courage to ask who said that.
“Wh who ssaid th that,” I said shakily.
“You really are the stupid one,” said the voice.
Then my nose caught a familiar smell. It was the smell of Uncle Humberto’s pipe. The pipe you never saw him without. The pipe that he smoked so much it left a stain on the ceiling above his chair.
I searched the living room for him. Then I saw what I was looking for. I didn’t really see him, but I knew he was there. I saw the pipe smoke.
“If you don’t listen I’ll have to do what my father did, beat you.”
The only thing that registered in my head was RUN. Run and don’t look back. I ran to the first bedroom I saw.
I closed the door and pushed my sister’s dresser in front of it. I slipped under my sister’s bed. I could hear him laughing and the laughing grew louder and louder.
Suddenly smoke began coming in the room from under the door. It was pipe smoke. The smoke began filling the room fast.
Thoughts ran through my head like, was I going to live and could I escape.
The smoke was choking me. My eyes were burning and stinging. I began to cough and I couldn’t stop. My eyes where so red I could no longer see. Finally, all my suffering stopped.
I thought I was dead, I was sure of it. For a moment I think I was. I woke up. I was in a yellow ripped recliner. I tried to get up. My back hurt so much I needed a cane’s help. I dragged myself into the bathroom.
I lifted my head to look in the mirror. What I saw scared me more then anything. I was Uncle Humberto. My face was covered with wrinkles and my teeth were stained yellow from smoking.
I went as fast as I could out of the bathroom to the altar. On the altar was a picture of me.
Lyndsey M., 8
“Just a Dream?”
It was dark, very dark, and so quiet that my ears were ringing. Where was I? I got up from my sitting position on the cold, hard floor, and stood up. Ouch, my head hit the ceiling with a loud thump. Where was I? As if to answer my question, a low rumbling rang out. I could tell that there was a catacomb of tunnels by the way it bounced off the walls.
“Easy Rachel!” I thought out loud. With an outstretched arm, I felt the cool walls on either side of me. They too were hard. If I could feel walls, then this tunnel was tiny.
There was a long, high pitched shriek followed by more rumbling. This was creepy! How did I get here, wherever here was. Without warning, something small and furry zoomed above my right shoulder, just barely touching my face. It sent a chilly breeze sweeping across the back of my neck. Where was my family? Two more shaggy things flew right past my legs, and one of them was clinging to my baggy jeans.
“Eech! Get it off, get it off!” I cried. It was pointless though, because there seemed to be nobody here with me. A shrill screech sounded out as I grabbed the creature off of my pants. Something bit me! In the dim light, I could make out two tiny holes. Although they barely broke the skin, they stung like tiny, fiery daggers. It was still on my pants! With a shout, I snatched the thing off me before it had a chance to fight back. It was wiggling slightly, but the critter seemed to realize it was going nowhere.
“What are you?” I shouted at the creature in my hand. As if to answer my frantic cries, it made the most horrible sound I have ever heard. It is impossible to describe, but it sounded like the sound they use for most monsters in horror films. You know, that deep rumbling growl ending with the low snarl. It was amazingly loud for such a small creature! I panicked and let go of the thing.
I quickly decided to move on through the tunnel, considering there may be a way out. Besides, the one creature I had encountered was all bark and little bite. Speaking of bite, it’s bite made my hand feel like it was on fire. What if the thing was poisonous? I slid my hands over the walls, feeling my way down the path, getting ever darker. I decided to turn back, because there was a little light before me. Maybe the other direction would lead me out!
I backtracked my way to the tunnel I had started in. It was getting colder and colder, but lighter and lighter. I wrapped my arms around my bare shoulders. I wish I hadn’t worn a tanktop!
Suddenly, another low rumble rang out, followed by what remotely sounded like police sirens. Then a low, gurgling moan sounded out, turning into a high pitched shriek of pain. I kept going towards the light. Evil laughter rang out from the echoing chasm behind me. A small green thing jumped out from the corner and scraped at the sides of the chamber. The passage seemed to get bigger and bigger, the light seemed brighter and brighter. A blinding flash of sun practically burned my eyes out of their sockets. I stepped out of the opening.
A swarm of people was on either side of me. I even saw my mom, little brothers, and grandma! The grass was well worn down, and crackling beneath my feet. The smell of warm, tangy pumpkin pie surrounded me. As I looked around, I realized that there were small carnival rides, and little kids playing on jungle gyms. There was a sign over in the corner of the area. It read, “ Welcome to the year-round pumpkin patch!” I was at a fair. Looking behind me, I saw another sign. This one read, “Haunted House - Creepy Enough to Scare You Silly!” It had worked.
Rachel W., 7
In the year 2525…
Commander John K. Rafilligem had been away from planet earth for eight years. In the year 2515 he had set out with a crew to find a new planet outside of the solar system. Their spaceship was sturdy, and their luck was good. He had found a planet, and named it Newfoundworld. The journey there would take three and a half years from earth. He figured that Earth could send colonists right away. He couldn’t wait to see his home planet again to see how much had changed.
On the way home, an asteroid hit their long-range communications satellite, so they had lost contact with Earth for some time. He had just awakened from suspended sleep and was talking to his lieutenant on the spacious well-lit command deck. The man’s name was Edmund Calloway, who had just finished installing a new ion-battery in the ships main reactor.
“Hey John, do you think we’ll be heroes when we get back?” he asked the commander.
“I have no doubt that we will.” He replied.
“I hope so, most of us don’t even remember what Earth is like.”
The Commander wasn’t listening, and was looking at the exterior sensing monitor, which felt for changes in space. For a year this strange radiation had puzzled him.
“Where does it come from, and who made it?” he wondered aloud.
Just then, a surge of this energy rocked the quarter mile long ship. Edmund Calloway was flung into the wall, almost killing him instantly. For ten minutes the storm raged then it stopped as soon as it started. When the storm subsided, other members of the crew got up. A chief engineer reported that the ship was fine, as Calloway was being dragged away, a radar technician reported that they were approaching a planet. The instruments on the ship were scrambled, and they must have hit a worm whole during the storm, Because the black lump of rock outside was not the planet earth.
Commander Rafilligem and a group of ten handpicked crewmen went down to the surface of the planet in a smaller craft. The sight they saw when they landed was terrible. They found a barren wasteland with an occasional pile of rubble under a black sky. This was the first time in their explorations that they had discovered an alien civilization. They couldn’t tell very much about the inhabitants, because everything had been completely decimated. The small group combed the rubble, and found a few ingenious farming devices, and some bone fragments that they would analyze back on board. The radiated air was not safe, even with the crew in spacesuits, so they took their discoveries, and flew back to the mother ship, wondering what had happened to the creatures who lived on the planet, and wondering how they would get back to Earth…
Unfortunately they were wrong… as they left, a wind blew the soil of planet Earth, and a blackened human skull was unearthed.
Steve G., 7
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