Meredith Fischer, Age 8
St. Thomas the Apostle Catholic School
Long ago . . . An old, weak lady loved the water. In fact, whenever people saw her, her pruny body was in the water. People were starting to get mysterious and many rumors were said. She heard the rumors and disliked them. She was so upset, she decided to swim to another country. Halfway through her journey, she became tired. There would be almost two days until there would be a good place to rest. So she closed her eyes and sank . . .
She woke up after one hundred years. Weak, she swam to another, and when she got there, her secret was told . . .
How did this happen? Wasn’t loving the water a good thing? What was next for the lady?
The last time anyone ever saw the lady was when she knew her secret was told. The next day, everyone was searching for her. She wasn’t found.
Spies are Scared of Turtles
Current Issue: Winter 2017
Showing posts with label Beyond Goosebumps: A New Take on the Scary Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beyond Goosebumps: A New Take on the Scary Story. Show all posts
New Zealand Fairies
Isabella Whelan, Age 9
Logan Elementary
“I have to go to New Zealand for a business trip!” Nathan yelled through the house.
“Dad always has to go on business trips! Why can’t he stay?” whined Alex.
“Oh, stop complaining, Alex! Your father has to work so that he can provide money for me, you, and your sister, Jenna,” scolded Heather.
Logan Elementary
“I have to go to New Zealand for a business trip!” Nathan yelled through the house.
“Dad always has to go on business trips! Why can’t he stay?” whined Alex.
“Oh, stop complaining, Alex! Your father has to work so that he can provide money for me, you, and your sister, Jenna,” scolded Heather.
NOTEBOOKS
Jayden Swann, Age 11
Farms Intermediate
Another step. My feet burning, but still, I have to continue. I look over and see my friend, Chase, with annoyance wiped all over his face.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” I say weakly, sounding way less encouraging than I intend.
“Every step I take, I feel like I’m stepping on fire!”
We trudge up a sand dune and down another. Eventually we peer over one more treacherous dune and find our little jeep next to the tent we have.
“Yay. How ‘bout we roll all the way down the dune?” Chase complains.
Suddenly thunder claps and clouds roll in like sheets covering the sky.
“What—” I begin, but am stopped by a sudden lightning bolt that sears through the sky and cracks right at the bottom of the dune.
Chase and I start sprinting to our campsite, completely lost on what we will do when we reach it.
We scramble to the tent and gather our stuff when everything goes quiet.
My fingers loosen and I drop all of the clothes I have panickedly collected just seconds ago. As I look out the door of the tent, I notice the sky, just as clear as day. Clouds have already gone, just as fast as they came.
“How—” I begin.
“WHAT is that?!” Chase shouts, and points at the crater at the very exact spot the lightning hit.
“That’s just where the lightning hit,” I say.
“No,” Chase says, “look at the inside of it.”
I walk forward and gasp, “Whoah.”
And there lies a notebook in the dead center.
Farms Intermediate
Another step. My feet burning, but still, I have to continue. I look over and see my friend, Chase, with annoyance wiped all over his face.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” I say weakly, sounding way less encouraging than I intend.
“Every step I take, I feel like I’m stepping on fire!”
We trudge up a sand dune and down another. Eventually we peer over one more treacherous dune and find our little jeep next to the tent we have.
“Yay. How ‘bout we roll all the way down the dune?” Chase complains.
Suddenly thunder claps and clouds roll in like sheets covering the sky.
“What—” I begin, but am stopped by a sudden lightning bolt that sears through the sky and cracks right at the bottom of the dune.
Chase and I start sprinting to our campsite, completely lost on what we will do when we reach it.
We scramble to the tent and gather our stuff when everything goes quiet.
My fingers loosen and I drop all of the clothes I have panickedly collected just seconds ago. As I look out the door of the tent, I notice the sky, just as clear as day. Clouds have already gone, just as fast as they came.
“How—” I begin.
“WHAT is that?!” Chase shouts, and points at the crater at the very exact spot the lightning hit.
“That’s just where the lightning hit,” I say.
“No,” Chase says, “look at the inside of it.”
I walk forward and gasp, “Whoah.”
And there lies a notebook in the dead center.
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