• May. 13, 2009
A Spooky Story
Note: this story has scary parts. If you read it aloud make it suspenseful by hamming it up.
author unknown
AT the end of a long, dark road is a long, dark path.
AT the end of the long, dark path is a lone, dark house.
AND the lone, dark house has a single, dark door.
BEHIND the single, dark door is a long, dark hall.
AT the end of the long, dark hall are some tall, dark stairs.
AT the top of the tall, dark stairs is a long, dark balcony.
AT the end of the long, dark balcony is a big, dark room.
IN the big, dark room is a big, dark closet.
IN the big, dark closet is a big, dark door.
BEHIND the big, dark door are some steep, dark stairs.
AT the top of the steep, dark stairs is a dark, dusty attic.
IN the dark, dusty attic is a big, dark chest.
IN the big, dark chest is a small, dark box.
AND in the small, dark box is a pink jellybean.
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• May. 4, 2009
The Good King's Feast
The Good King's Feast
By Jill
Once upon a time, there lived a great and generous king. Because he was very powerful, he ruled over rich and beautiful lands. The king, who loved to be gay and merry, enjoyed large parties and tasty food. One bright day, he kindly sent out letters to all parts of his vast kingdom to say that on his birthday he was going to give a feast and a purse of money to all the poorest persons who could attend. Soon, from every corner of his kingdom hurried poor folk who wanted to share in the good king’s gifts.
A poor blind man, who wanted to join in on the feasting, was slowly feeling his way along the rugged road. Because he could not go very fast, he sadly feared he would not make it in time to the palace. After a while, he fell in step with a lame man. The lame man was very much like him; he could hardly take a few steps at a time. Presently, the blind man suggested to the lame man that if he climbed onto his back he could carry him, and the lame man could tell him which way to go. The lame man quickly agreed to this arrangement, as he was trying to go to the King’s palace in time also.
When the two friends arrived at the Kings huge palace, the tables gracefully arranged with delicacies and other culinary treats awed them. Because the king was kind, he agreed to receive them privately. The beggared men, who where amazed of the King’s rich palace, quickly stammered out their story. The king was so pleased when he heard their story that he granted each of them twice as much then anyone else
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• Feb. 17, 2009
Be Thankful
Be Thankful
A Fictional Story
By Jill H.
Imogene sighed with frustration, as she had waited a whole afternoon in a long line of whiny children and angry adults in a crowded, stuffy shopping mall. The line was made up of many hopeful faces hoping to catch a glimpse of the legendary St. Nick, and Imogene was one of them. Imogene, who was tired of waiting, needed to see this Nick person right away so she could remind him to give her and her family plenty of extravagant presents. She pushed the kid in front of her and shouted “Get out of the way, I need to see Santa NOW! I haven’t waited here only to be rejected!” Despite the cries of protest she finally made it to the large white chair that St. Nicolas occupied. “Now listen Santa,” she huffed “Just remember to get to our house on time and make sure you stuff lots of presents underneath the tree”. She quickly left after that, because of the one dreaded question that would follow would be if she had been good that year. She thought if he knew that she hadn’t been even 1% good, he would probably skip her house entirely. And just as a precaution, she wasn’t going to take chances.
Meanwhile, Nancy Drew was calmly shopping in the same mall looking for a Christmas present for her father. With her detective’s eye she observed the scene where a young girl made a demand of Santa, and then stomped away. The next morning, Nancy’s father, who was sitting in the kitchen, read in the paper that Santa had been kidnapped and the police didn’t have any leads. The children in the town were devastated to hear such heart-breaking news. Nancy quickly recalled what she had witnessed the previous day at the mall, while she was shopping. She immediately went to Imogene Herdman’s house because she wanted to question the brass young girl.
At first Imogene denied being at the scene of the crime the previous day, since she didn’t want to be caught. While she was talking, Nancy, who is always scanning her surroundings for clues, saw a tuft of white peeking from the closet door. Imogene immediately confessed to the kidnapping when Nancy opened the door, which reveled the tied and gagged Santa. Imogene grudgingly explained that she had just wanted to secure Santa’s promise of piles of presents for Christmas. Being the jolly old forgiving fellow, Santa gave Imogene a candy cane and refused to press charges on a little girl. Because Imogene was thankful for such a kind Santa, she apologized right away, and tried to be a good girl from then on, promising to be thankful for whatever gifts she would receive.
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• Feb. 16, 2009
Alphabet Acrostic Short Story
Alphabet Acrostic Short Story
By Cassie H.
Bunnies hopped about in the sunshine.
Colorful flowers grew in big bunches or climbed up the stone walls.
Dancing daffodils tickled the kitten’s pink nose.
Enjoying her discovery, the kitten bounced into a clump of catnip.
Finally, after much frolicking, she stopped to take a rest.
Green moss was a perfect place to lie down for a snooze.
How long the she was asleep, she did not know.
It was a strange feeling she woke up to.
Jumping bunnies and fluttering butterflies had disappeared.
Killer dogs lurked in the shadows.
Leaping to her feet, the kitten tried desperately to get away.
Madly running about, she tried to find the gate to freedom.
Nobody could help her now as the monstrous dogs were cornering her.
Over the wall the kitten jumped with all her strength, leaving the snapping jaws behind her.
Perplexed and confused, she found herself surrounded with baskets of bread.
Quail ran around her, pecking at the baskets and driving away anyone who came near; this included the kitten.
Running again, she tried to find her way back to the peaceful garden.
Strange things followed as the kitten tried to find something familiar.
The bizarreness would not end!
Under a bush, she found a small hole, which she crawled through.
Vibrant light surrounded her, and she was relieved to be back in heavenly pleasure.
Whatever had happened, the kitten learned that even the things that seem perfect have its flaws.
Xylophones playing by themselves had been a little too scary for an innocent kitten.
Yellow sunshine accompanied her to the gate and flowers waved goodbye.
Zephyrs blew in from the west and ruffled the kitten’s fur as she slipped back under the gate.
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• Nov. 19, 2008
A Tall Tale of a Short Man
A TALL TALE OF A SHORT MAN
By Cassie and Jill H.
Once upon a time there was a man named Joe High who lived on a farm in Tennessee. Now Joe’s dream was to travel across the United States of America. But there was one little problem; Joe was only six inches high!
Then Joe had an idea, he could fly across America! Joe had a hobby for inventing, and he was going to try to make a drink that would enable him to fly. For days you could hear Joe banging around in his little kitchen, experimenting with different potions.
Finally he emerged from his house with his new invention, flying fuel. He did not drink it, but instead he walked over to his car and poured it into the gas tank. Flying fuel makes your car fly!
Joe packed his suitcase and was off. After three weeks of traveling, he reached Arizona where he ran out of fuel! Joe began to fall and his things went flying everywhere! Luckily he landed on the back of an eagle flying by.
The eagle took Joe to her nest on a cliff in the Grand Canyon where he joined the baby eagles. This looks like the end for Joe High, but this time good fortune is smiling upon him. Joe lived on berries brought to the nest by the mother eagle.
One day, in a mouthful of worms the mother eagle brought, there was a rope she had picked up by mistake. It was a good thing the rope was long, for Joe had to climb fifty feet to the top of the cliff. He then walked to the nearest parking lot and hopped in a car with a Tennessee license plate and got a free ride home.
Joe never went on a long trip again, but he always remembered to take an extra tank of flying fuel wherever he went.
THE END
2003-2005
