STORIES
Im Scared By Deja Slater
It should have made a pretty picture. The little girl was skipping along , signing ‘Oranges and Lemons’ and pushing one of those heavy victorian prams. But the squab, black-iron baby carriage looked like a miniature hearse. And whatever it was carrying, was gurgling with a wheeze like a dog’s deep-throated growl.As they passed me, I glanced down and saw that face. Just like the little girl’s, but ancient, shark-toothed and white as death. I prayed to God it was a doll.
My wife got sick soon after that. It was as if a spirit had possessed her. She smothered her body in white powder, and covered her eyes with kohl. It looked like a child had done it. Her modest appetites succumbed to a roaring gluttony. She choked on cake, drowned in champagne and paraded that perfumed decolletage. But the cake was stale, the bubbles flat, and beneath that expensive scent I could smell the musty reek of the grave or the stench of stagnant water. She wandered the garden at all hours. Then she entombed herself in her room, her nocturnal, gurgling sobs mixing with the childish chanting of rhymes. Finally, at midnight, when the snow was falling and the howls of the wind were almost loud enough to drown out of her own, I stormed in to confront her. But something else confronted me...
The ghostly figure rose like smoke, flames rising up at the feet, it’s face was the same wax-white face I had seen at the beginning of my story. I saw it’d flesh fatten like a doll’s, turn from white to black, blister, then melt like a candle. The most terrible odour I have known assailed my nostrils, and I gagged on what I knew instinctively to be the burning of human flesh. A scream so distant it seemed to come from centuries ago grew in my ears, underscored by the roar of fire and the rattle of heavy chains. It was listening to a single violin note wine infinitely above the rumble of kettle drums and the chime of bells in some infernal orchestra. Long-forgotten seared into the present, roared, then died. They left behind a small pile of ashes. I keep them to this day in a shrine that I honour each morning with belladonna, myrtle, sage, & poetry. Made by me with a Make Your Own Story Book
Halloween By Zianna Palato
It was dark, nobody around. I thought it was a safe place to be but I was wrong. I was scared, didn't think anyone was watching me. But I heared a creek in the stairs, so scared. I ran from the living room to the basement scared I turned to shut the door. Turned back and.......
"Boo" A scary man in a mask said jumping out at me as if he were on the roof.
I screamed and filled with tears. I almost fainted but instead I opened the door and ran. I tried to escape the front door but somehow it wouldnt open like the nob had magicly fliped around like I was locked inside. i ran up stairs, right as the phone rang I slowly walked up to it. I took a deep breath and answered it. Some how I felt like it was my mom or somthing.
"Hello" I said deep breathing.
"Cleo are you there" someone said crying over the phone.
"Mom" my eyes filled with tears.
"Where are you?"
TO BE CONTINUED
Grounding
By Mariana Lyons-Smith
Is grounding the most effective punishment for teens? Grounding was an effective punishment for me. For example, I have not been grounded since I was eight to nine years old. The type of punishment that is most effective for teens is grounding because it makes teens feel guilty so they won’t want to do it again and grounding might make them learn from their mistakes.
First of all, the type of punishment most effective for teens is grounding because it makes teens feel guilty so they won’t want to do it again. My sister, lied to my mom and was grounded. I could tell she felt guilty because she hasn’t since then. In “Holes”
Zero tells Stanley that he stole the shoes. He told Stanley that because he felt guilty of stealing the shoes and Stanley getting blamed. My friend got grounded for not cleaning her room when her mom asked her to. She told me she felt bad that she disrespected her mom so now she tries to do what her mom asks her to. So I believe grounding is the most effective punishment for teens because then teens start to listen to their parents.
Most importantly, the type of punishment most effective for teens is grounding because teens learn from their mistakes. My brother, got grounded from playing video games. He got grounded from playing video games because instead of doing his chores he played video games. After he was grounded he does more chores and less video gaming. Once I got in trouble for being late to class. Now I like to be early to class because I don’t want to be late. My sister got grounded for bringing a toy to school after my mom told her not to. She hasn’t brought any toys to school without asking my mom and if my mom says no she doesn’t bring it. All in all, teens will learn from their mistakes after being grounded.
In conclusion, the type of punishment most effective for teens is grounding because it makes them feel guilty so they won’t want to do it again and makes them learn from their mistakes. Some people say that grounding makes teens act even more bad. I believe that if you ground them while they are still in the area of doing bad things, then in the end they will respect you more. In think parents and guardians should ground teens when they don't respect you. After their grounding they will act better.
My seventh grade journal!
All the thrills and spills of my seventh grade life!
By Monica Luttrell
Lesson #1
Never get on a teachers bad side!
(Do whatever you can to get on a teacher’s good side)
I learned this the hard way. On the first day at my new school I was all about making friends and having fun. Little did I know that my science teacher had it out for anyone that talked. Literally. Sadly I was the one who talked even though it was only a little. At my old school I had a rep for being a goody too shoes. I didn't want to be a goody too shoes but I didn't want to be on a teachers bad side either. Any normal teacher would have just asked you to be quiet but he went beserk and after yelling at me for 5 minutes. He then filled out an office referral. Luckily the principal was super nice and didn't do anything, except ask me to apologize. From my experience you can see that you should always try to be good kid and not get on the teacher’s nerves!.
Continued...
The shortest horror story ever.
By Michael Lefebvre
The last man alive sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.
THE END
My seventh grade journal!
All the thrills and spills of my seventh grade life!
By Monica Luttrell
Lesson #2
Never leave food in your locker!
(It will stink)
It was after Thanksgiving break and my mom sent me to school with a turkey sandwich, as you know you get pretty sick of turkey, so I didn’t eat it. Instead I through it into my locker and didn’t touch it. Then one day, about a week later, I noticed a smell. I figured that it was someone else's locker and just tried to ignore it. A couple days later it got so bad that I searched for the people whose lockers were around mine. I found them and started yelling at them for leaving food in their locker. They all said it was my locker that was smelling. I immediately said that I would look, so we all walked over to my locker. I opened it and dug around until my hand landed on something squishy and slimy. Sure enough it was a moldy, smelly, slimy turkey sandwich. I apologized to the people whose lockers were around mine. From my experience you can see that leaving food in your locker is a terrible idea and you should never do it!
Based off a true story!
My Dad’s Fishing Pole
by Austin Corts
These murky waters you know to be inadequate,
But don't go making judgements of them, Dad,
Until you put the bait on and lower the string
And - voila - up splashes a fish. See?
This place is ripe with yer wish.
And yer pole is colorful and vibrant.
Dad, I'm not always gonna be doing the same;
You’re starting to stereotype me:
"Hold my poles and sit and wait for the line to go, like always.”
You gotta stop askin' and I need to stop baskin' in unforgiving suns.
For the marks on my neck declare burning, but at the sun not only.
And your pole is gray,
And your pole is gray.
Dad, these murky waters consume ye with their color,
And I can't find thee, so I drop the fishing pole and it splashes,
And sinks, and sinks, and in a big gulp of air
These murky waters take; they don't give any longer.
I was supposed to go fishing with you this weekend, but I think that instead
I'll hang out with myself.
I've been wanting to for a few years now, and
Expected that I'd be able to do so soon.
Oh, and your pole is gone.
Gone, away, and gone.