Did you hear about the car that won the race with no wheels? This car's name was Josh. He was a very resilient car throughout his life. Here's his story.
Soaring high, away. The summer breeze is blowing my dark, brown hair behind me. Then all I can see is a huge tree branch. The next thing I know I’m falling. Suddenly, everything stops. Nothing…
I sat next to a window and there was a beautiful black mass moving towards us. It lit up occasionally and filled me with wonder. What was it like to float in the sky? Did you feel guilt or pride knowing that you could destroy someone’s life with the crack of a white hot whip?
Some people enjoy quiet, simple lives. Some strive to have an adventurous, or complicated life. Some people are smack dab in the middle, Maddox and his family fit this category. Now, I’m not trying to recite lyrics of a country-rock song that doesn’t exist (Try singing those first few lines in a country-rock style, I dare you), but I am trying to get across that the Bigby’s fit in what Maddox’s parents describe as a “normal family”.
I briskly walked down the poorly populated streets of our neighborhood. Genetically modified grass on people's yards slightly blew in the wind as I walked by. My bag weighted me down making me slower than I wanted to be, but it wasn't too much of a bother noting that I was walking as fast as I could. The light breeze ruffled my hair, slightly knocking my perfectly placed ponytail out if its place. Where I was going seemed forever away, but the anxiety seemed to be getting closer with every step.
Long ago, at the beginning of time, there were two races, the Metrics and the Humans. The Metrics were grey and tall - about 7 feet to be exact. They were also strong. They have icy blue eyes and spikes. The Metrics and Humans constantly fought over the planets they found, resulting in dozens of bloody wars. Then they found one, Earth. There was too little for both of them, so they had to fight.
Olive O'Marley is average. Really and truly average. She works in an... interesting office job at WanderLust magazine. What does she do? She helps the devil's incredibly annoying incarnate, Heather DeLore, write articles for the fashion and design section of this stupid little weekly book.
Talia is a poor Jewish girl in 1922, Frankfurt. Not really the best place for a Jew to be, She lives with her mother and Step father. One day after her job interview Frankfurt is bombed, Talia goes on various trips to find her family in Germany and on the way she meets many new people.
Throughout her life, Emily's father had been the most important part of her life. Even though her childhood consisted of her father being at work most of the time, she always waited by the window to see him come home. However, her relationship with her father may be ripped apart if the news he will tell her goes horribly wrong.
“So you can rest assured that we are safe, and in a high position in the war.” We are safe and in a high position. Does he seriously believe we are going to believe these lies? We are not safe, and definitely not in a high position. We are thirsty, scared, cold, and low in morale. That is what we are. They have assembled all of us out here to stand in the bitter cold to listen to this propaganda.
Joe Allen
2200 A while ago, my teacher gave me an assignment to describe myself using only one word. At the time I think I used the word smart or brave. But now I can definitely decide on one word, screwed. My name is Kyle Simmons and this is my story.
A collection of poems that describe everyday emotions.
Ian Solomon
Why?
I woke up and I couldn’t remember a thing. I couldn’t remember where I was or how I got there. I couldn’t remember anyone or anything. I couldn’t even remember my name.
That's the first thing I hear when I wake up. Yesterday, I passed out and now I - JD, out of all the people in the world - have apparently been kidnapped and I haven't even had breakfast. I can't even think. The only thing that is going through my mind is wondering what the heck is going on.
"We reappeared at the golden gates of Aftrokratoria Drakon, the island in the middle of the sky, home of the Great Dragons." Great Dragons. Supreme beings. There's no difference...or so it seems. Demons are terrorizing the earth in hopes of overthrowing the Great Dragons. As a last resort, the Great Dragons resolve to ban the demons and themselves from having any direct interference with humanity.
It was the summer of 1967. I had a great time in London. Except for having to live in an all girls orphanage for my entire life, because I'm one of those special people whose parents never wanted them. The lady that ran the place treated us all like scum, like we were nothing more than dust. There were 13 of us in all, another reason she decided to treat us like squished flies. She hated me in particular because I was the only one with freckles, and she saw that as a curse. That's why I'm here. In a luggage train car. Getting as far away from that wretched place as I can.
It started five years after the beginning of the Rebuilding. For twelve years prior to the Rebuilding, nuclear and super-weapon warfare raged in Europe and Asia. The leaders making up the United Nations had different ideas of how to make the world peaceful and one large trading community. These disagreements caused the United Nations to be disestablished and broken up. Countries and governments went off on their own, creating whatever they wanted and keeping all of the resources for themselves.
My name is Megan Hamilton. I am a female detective. Most people disagree with me having this job. They think all I’m good for is baking cookies and waiting on my husband’s orders hand and foot. That is what I was raised to believe. But I am so much more than that. And my boss, Mr. Roger Stevenson, believes that too. He says that I’m curious and have a lot of moxie and that he loves that about me. ... So reader, here we are. This is where all your nightmares begin...
Two years after her little sister Elizabeth disappeared into the woods, nine year-old Susan is still not talking. After finding a book of stories left by her mysterious Irish grandmother,she turns to the place that took everything from her: the forest.
After Jason comes home to find his uncle hitting his cousin, he runs away. He seeks refuge in a nearby gas station bathroom. Follow him and his thoughts as he escapes him home as well as his uncle.
I can’t remember anything before InterLife. None of my teachers can, and neither can my my parents or the cashier of the day at the store. But Gran, my father’s mother, tells me it was better before InterLife. She tells me you could choose when you slept, and you could choose the job you wanted. You could quit that job if you wanted to. You could choose who you married and how many children you wanted. If you were old enough, you could even vote on a president. Presidents were leaders, but unlike our leaders, they were chosen by the people. Kids in school could choose which classes they wanted to take. You could choose what you wanted to eat. You could choose where you wanted to live.