The sound of the engine hummed in the garage while Wade Walker rushed to see his new motorcycle.
Abby N.
The fire melted slowly with its ashes going up the chimney.
Samantha M.
In this world there is only one route of life: birth, age, death.
Brayden G.
Humans are problem solvers, so if we don’t have a problem, we create one.
Charlotte C.
The sky is blue, the grass is green, for now.
James M.
Make the best of every day.
Jake B.
The candle light glowed yellow, making the blue walls look sort of green.
Sydney B.
Coming back is harder than going there in the first place.
James M.
The festival was bursting with so many people that the carnival officials thought it might pop.
Samantha M.
The flexible silhouette danced in the darkness, making swift moves, closer and closer to me.
Sydney B.
The stars in the day are brighter than at night.
Jake B.
The silence was the loudest sound she’d ever heard.
Charlotte C.
The sun hits my head, and I start to get a throbbing headache. When will the scorch go away?
Abby N.
The birds fluttered through the snow-covered trees awaiting their fate of discovery.
Samantha M.
The only way to know something is real-for-sure...find out yourself.
Ari M.
Everyone says there’s a devil and angel on our shoulders, but if we don’t see them, how do we know who is who?
Charlotte C.
Atheism is not believing in anything, but believing something is out there, so you are not believing but believing that you don’t believe.
Brayden G.
If the unknown is known is it still unknown?
Jake B.
I watched as the stream flowed along, taking all of my worries and bad thoughts with it.
Sydney B
Cozy warm, Netflix and chill, old records sit on the mantle.
Abby K
I was scared of clowns ever since I stepped foot in a haunted house.
Samantha M.
The tears ran down her face, making her feel like a melting snowman.
Charlotte C.
The silk sheets drooped over the edge of the bed finding its way under the mattress.
Abby N.
I looked at the old maps: “It's crazy how they figured out how to draw the shape of the places.”
Brayden G.
Why did Steven run?
Jake B.
The snowflake fell on my nose, slowly melting into a droplet of water.
Sydney B.
The cat crouched in the undergrowth waiting to pounce on the mouse.
Samantha M.
I knocked over a TV on Arlo's head, and it made a dent!
Olive O.
The ThunderClan cats crept as quiet as a mouse across the RiverClan border, but their cheating AI found them with in seconds.
Samantha M.
Sid laughed as he remembered that one time when we were in study.
Ari M.
When someone strikes you down, you will become more powerful than anyone could possibly imagine.
Brayden G.
She slid around the wooden pieces, trying to form a word with the engraved letters.
Charlotte C.
The heart is as fragile as glass but as beautiful as a rose.
by Jake B.
The colorful bulbs glowed a fire-colored red, so bright that it radiated onto the peeling, beige wall.
by Sydney B.
The breeze blew my hair past my face as I sat on the soft sand.
by Sydney B. `
The day you give up is the day someone starts to try.
by Jake B.
She snuffed the flame with her fingers, ignoring the minor burns.
by Charlotte C.
I lay down in my bed; I put all the blankets in my house on me. I start getting hot. I take them all off, but I am still hot. What is going on?
by Brayden G.
Sid is a . very chickeny chicken who pecks at its own feet.
by Ari M.
Many kids in my class are loud talkers.
by Samantha M.
My eyes fluttered, a small light flowed beyond my eyelashes, and reached my dark brown eyes.
by Sydney B.
Mr. Olson munches on on a mixture in his bowl as he laughs and makes jokes with his fellow teacher team.
by Ari M.
I watch on the hillside as what I once knew all falls around me.
by Brayden G.
The morning sunlight gives my eyes a burning sensation, and I am forced to look away.
by Sydney B.
If space is empty, why can we see the space inside of the space of which covers the space above us? We will never know.
by James M.
The eye’s of my friends stared deep into my soul awaiting the joke.
by Samantha M.
Life is like rushing water; it all goes too quickly.
by Brayden G.
With the orange leaves piercing through my eyes with their vibrant colors, I start seeing the minute details in life.
by James M.
I was drowning in an ocean of anxiety, and I couldn’t get to land.
by Sydney B.
The friend behind my seat likes to laugh as loud as a firework exploding in the sky on the 4th of July.
By Ari M.
Abby N.
The fire melted slowly with its ashes going up the chimney.
Samantha M.
In this world there is only one route of life: birth, age, death.
Brayden G.
Humans are problem solvers, so if we don’t have a problem, we create one.
Charlotte C.
The sky is blue, the grass is green, for now.
James M.
Make the best of every day.
Jake B.
The candle light glowed yellow, making the blue walls look sort of green.
Sydney B.
Coming back is harder than going there in the first place.
James M.
The festival was bursting with so many people that the carnival officials thought it might pop.
Samantha M.
The flexible silhouette danced in the darkness, making swift moves, closer and closer to me.
Sydney B.
The stars in the day are brighter than at night.
Jake B.
The silence was the loudest sound she’d ever heard.
Charlotte C.
The sun hits my head, and I start to get a throbbing headache. When will the scorch go away?
Abby N.
The birds fluttered through the snow-covered trees awaiting their fate of discovery.
Samantha M.
The only way to know something is real-for-sure...find out yourself.
Ari M.
Everyone says there’s a devil and angel on our shoulders, but if we don’t see them, how do we know who is who?
Charlotte C.
Atheism is not believing in anything, but believing something is out there, so you are not believing but believing that you don’t believe.
Brayden G.
If the unknown is known is it still unknown?
Jake B.
I watched as the stream flowed along, taking all of my worries and bad thoughts with it.
Sydney B
Cozy warm, Netflix and chill, old records sit on the mantle.
Abby K
I was scared of clowns ever since I stepped foot in a haunted house.
Samantha M.
The tears ran down her face, making her feel like a melting snowman.
Charlotte C.
The silk sheets drooped over the edge of the bed finding its way under the mattress.
Abby N.
I looked at the old maps: “It's crazy how they figured out how to draw the shape of the places.”
Brayden G.
Why did Steven run?
Jake B.
The snowflake fell on my nose, slowly melting into a droplet of water.
Sydney B.
The cat crouched in the undergrowth waiting to pounce on the mouse.
Samantha M.
I knocked over a TV on Arlo's head, and it made a dent!
Olive O.
The ThunderClan cats crept as quiet as a mouse across the RiverClan border, but their cheating AI found them with in seconds.
Samantha M.
Sid laughed as he remembered that one time when we were in study.
Ari M.
When someone strikes you down, you will become more powerful than anyone could possibly imagine.
Brayden G.
She slid around the wooden pieces, trying to form a word with the engraved letters.
Charlotte C.
The heart is as fragile as glass but as beautiful as a rose.
by Jake B.
The colorful bulbs glowed a fire-colored red, so bright that it radiated onto the peeling, beige wall.
by Sydney B.
The breeze blew my hair past my face as I sat on the soft sand.
by Sydney B. `
The day you give up is the day someone starts to try.
by Jake B.
She snuffed the flame with her fingers, ignoring the minor burns.
by Charlotte C.
I lay down in my bed; I put all the blankets in my house on me. I start getting hot. I take them all off, but I am still hot. What is going on?
by Brayden G.
Sid is a . very chickeny chicken who pecks at its own feet.
by Ari M.
Many kids in my class are loud talkers.
by Samantha M.
My eyes fluttered, a small light flowed beyond my eyelashes, and reached my dark brown eyes.
by Sydney B.
Mr. Olson munches on on a mixture in his bowl as he laughs and makes jokes with his fellow teacher team.
by Ari M.
I watch on the hillside as what I once knew all falls around me.
by Brayden G.
The morning sunlight gives my eyes a burning sensation, and I am forced to look away.
by Sydney B.
If space is empty, why can we see the space inside of the space of which covers the space above us? We will never know.
by James M.
The eye’s of my friends stared deep into my soul awaiting the joke.
by Samantha M.
Life is like rushing water; it all goes too quickly.
by Brayden G.
With the orange leaves piercing through my eyes with their vibrant colors, I start seeing the minute details in life.
by James M.
I was drowning in an ocean of anxiety, and I couldn’t get to land.
by Sydney B.
The friend behind my seat likes to laugh as loud as a firework exploding in the sky on the 4th of July.
By Ari M.