Friday, July 15, 2016

Story by Emily Oswald

Beginning
Middle
End
Village, castle
King, knight
Dragon, fire
Tower, princess
Beginning
Middle
End
Meteor strike
Alien life
World ends
Beginning
Middle
End
World of power
Super hero
Crime, Villain
Super hero defeats
Beginning
Middle
End
Giant Bean stalk
Ugly duck
Fairy tales
Beginning
Middle
End

Teams/ Nature/ Pie by Adalyn Raney

There is no I in team,
No U in sports,
Teams are leaves from trees
Of all different sorts.
There are different battles we fight strongly,
And together,
But only those with true love for their sport,
Will make it in the end.

// 

Mother said to protect all
She has made,
All the beauty of it,
For nature is an intersection,
Of peace,
And all mankind could ever need.

// 

The highway like chimes
From the rough patch I sit on,
I can smell the pie from inside,
And all ready,
I dream of the wet gooey texture
That shall soon dissolve on my lips.

Flavors by Adalyn Raney

There are countless choices
At this little stand,
Pineapple, Peach, Candy,
How there could be so many,
I don’t understand.
Chocolate, Strawberry, Vanilla Bean,
There is so much to choose from,
Cherry, Mint, Rhubarb,
It must be a dream.
Superman, Moose Tracks, Turtle,
Flavors I’ve never seen.
Carmel, Apple, Pies,
Too many I can’t choose!
Lemon, Cookie, Orange,
The amount goes to the moon.
Birthday Cake, Rocky Road,
Even Cheese Dip!
Raspberry Brownie Oozing Chocolate Chips,
There’s too many to name!

Soon I’ll be wading to my knees
In this delicious cream
If I don’t hurry up and pick,
So I think I’ll choose…

Pineapple,
Peach,
Candy,
Cherry,
Mint,
Rhubarb,
Superman,
Moose Tracks,
Turtle,
Carmel,
Apple,
Pies,
Lemon,
Cookie,
Orange,
Birthday Cake,
Rocky Road,
Raspberry Brownie Oozing Chocolate Chips,
Even Cheese Dip!
On four cones,
With sprinkles,
And dipped!

The Skating Competition by Grace LaTourelle

I took a deep breath and stepped onto the ice. This was my last private lesson before I would skate in my first figure skating competition in three days. I’d like to say I wasn’t nervous, but that would be a complete lie. My heart was beating right out of my chest I was so scared and it had been that way for a few weeks when I found out the date of the competition.

I skated out to my coach Susan. “How are you feeling Grayson?” She asked me, smiling.

“Nervous, scared, excited,” I counted off.

She told me to take a few laps around the rink to warm up. When I was done with that, I ran through my program. Then I talked with Susan about little things I could touch up and then I did it again. We did that for the next hour. Run through program, talk, run through program, talk, and on and on and on and on.

When I got off the ice, my feet ached. I wiped off my blades and put on my soft guards. Then, I took off my skates, put the in my skating bag, and walked out of the arena.

At school the next day, I went around to my friends which of them could come to my skating competition. Turns out four of them, Lee, Rene, Rainy, and a friend from skating who wouldn’t be skating in the competition, Kate. I was so excited that my friends were coming to watch me skate and, hopefully, win!

So, on the morning on the competition, I got up early and my mom and I drove to the skating rink. We unloaded my bag that had my cosmetics (yuck!) and my outfit which was tights and a midnight blue, velvet, long sleeved skating dress. Then, we got out my pink skating bag that held my skater, soft guards (which were used for soaking up extra melted ice that could make the blades rust!), hard guards (which were used for walking around in while I have skates on!), binder that had my whole routine in it, two thin pairs of colorful gloves, and my offical member black skating jacket that I would wear for warm up.

I pulled my skating bag into the community center and arena while Mom carried the bag with my outfit. I couldn’t help feeling the tiniest bit excited when I stepped through the doors. Today was my day and I was going to give it my all and win the competition!

We walked until we found the room that my mom and my other skating friend’s mom were volunteering in. My division’s competition wasn’t until the afternoon so I had plenty of time to walk around and look at all the trinket’s they were selling.

“Here,” Mom said, handing me a 20 dollar bill. “You may buy one thing to have as a souvenir!”

I walked alone to the room where they were selling things. When I got in, I saw a ton of skaters I knew.

“Oh hey, Jocelyn!” I said to a fellow skater as I passed by her. She was looking a warm pair of mittens that looked quite comfortable.

“Nice outfit Marie!” I said to another girl while she was checking out the plushies that had mini figure skates on their feet.

In the same room, I saw the podium and the picture booth where you stand on the podium or the floor (depending on which place you got) and have your picture taken with your group you skated against. There were several girls in brightly colored outfits, weeping and hugging people. I really hoped that that wouldn’t be me in a couple of hours. There were also quite a few girls who were talking excitedly to people, holding tall trophies. That was the girl I wanted to be after my competition. The one who did the best and won the judges’ hearts.

I passed by it and kept on looking. I passed a booth with skating quotes on pins, a booth with jewelry, and a booth with skating dresses before finding what I wanted. It was a kind looking lady who was selling puffy soft guards. My previous sofy guards were getting a little tattered and there was a hole at the top end of each of them where the toe pick had pierced it. I walked up to her.

“Hi!” She said to me.

“Hello! These are cool soft guards!” I said politely, picking up a pair with tiny red and pink hearts on it.

“Thank you!” She replied. “So, you’re a skater? What level are you in?” She asked me.

I set down the guards with hearts on them and picked up a pair with insects on them. “I’m in freeskate four,” I replied. Then I added, “But I’m really close to passing this time!”

She laughed and said, “Well, good luck!”

“Thanks!”

I continued to look at the different patterns on the soft guards. Finally, I saw a pair that I wanted. I picked them up. They were covered with dogs, hearts, and the word woof!

“How much are these?” I asked the lady.

“Twenty-five dollars!” She replied.

I sighed looking at the $20 in my hand. Then I said to her, “I’ll be right back, could you please hold these for me and make sure nobody else takes them?”

“Sure dear!” She said.

I said thanks and hurried out of the room.

“Mom,” I said when I had ran down the long hallway and back to the room Mom was working in. “Could I pretty please have just five more dollars to get a new pair of soft guards? You know how badly I need them!”

She sighed and handed me a five dollar bill.

“Thanks Mom! You’re the best!” I called, running out of the room.

I then arrived back in the banquet area (as the sign on the door said) and bought the dog soft guards. Then, it was finally time to get into my costume and meet my coach for a quick warm up before the competition.

Mom handed me the big bag and I hurried off to the bathroom to change. After I was done putting on my tights, dress, and over-the-boot tights that I let dangle on my tennis shoes, I ran back down to the opposite end and into the arena where the freeskate 3 programs were happening at the moment.

“Hi Grayson!” Susan greeted me. “Ok, I want you to go through your routine.”

So, off to the side, while the second-to-last person in that group performed, I practice my whole routine. I was so ready for this!

I quickly laced up my skates while that last person performed and put on my jacket and gloves. Then, I pulled my over the boot tights over my skate. Then, my whole group went out onto the ice to warm up and practice our routine.

I was the leader while six other girls followed me doing two laps around the rink. Then I quickly ran through my routine. The announcer then announced it was time to get off. We skated off the ice. I took off my jacket and gloves. It was almost time.

I was the third to go on out of seven girls competing. After a tall girl with red hair went and a short girl with blond hair went, I was up. I skated out to my place like my coach had told me to do. I took my position with my right arm up and my left arm by my side. My music started. I pivoted in my spot then skated off. I did a ballet jump and circled around the side. Everything was going as planned.

After my music stopped, I bowed and skated off the ice.

“That was wonderful!” Susan exclaimed.

I smiled. First place here I come! I thought.

I watched the other four girls in my group skate, then headed out of the arena. My friends and parents, who had been watching from the stands, eagerly greeted me in the hallway.

“Great job honey!” My dad said to me.

“That was really good!” My friend Lee exclaimed.

“Yeah! I really like your dress!” Rainy told me.

My mom handed me a bouquet of roses and said, “That was really good sweetie!”

“Thanks guys!” I replied.

We waited out in the crowded hallway for the results to get posted. Finally, a lady wearing a black and white dress, her sleek black hair pulled back into a bun, came out. I recognized her to be one of the judges helper. She posted a blue sheet on the wall. I ran up to it, stumbling a little bit since I still had my skates on. I had to stand on my tiptoes, or, toe picks to see over the other girls. I found my name at the bottom of the list next to the number seven. My heart sank.

I walked back to my parents and friends who were smiling.

“What place sweets?” Mom asked.

I almost couldn’t answer for fear if I opened my mouth, I’d start bawling and that is something I didn’t want to do in front of my friends. “Seventh,” I said, my voice trembling.

My friends’ faces frowned. “Well, that’s ok! It was only your first time!” Rene said, trying to comfort me.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said angrily. I just wanted my friends to leave. I didn’t want them here anymore, assuring that everything was ok.

“Let’s go into the ballroom to get your pictures,” Mom said softly.

“I don’t want some stupid pictures!” I told her.

She frowned and lead me into the ballroom. When I walked in, some of the girls were already there. A photographer handed me a small trophy that said, “Competitor” on it. I was just a competitor. Not first place or even third, just competitor.

“Ok girls, let’s take your pictures!” The photographer said in a cheery voice when everyone from my group was there.

She had the girl who won first place stand on the highest step on the podium. Then, the girl who won second on the second highest step, and then the girl who won third on the lowest step. The remaining girls were placed around the podium on the ground.  We all held up our trophies. She said smile and snapped a few pictures.

Finally, it was over and I rejoined my parents and friends. One by one my friend’s parents came and picked them up. Once they were all gone, I changed back into my regular clothes and Mom, Dad, and I walked out of the community center.

“You know Grayson,” Dad said to me. “You win some you lose some!”

And at that moment I decided that I wouldn’t ever lose again. I’ll show those judges who really deserves first place, even if it means a lot of practicing. But I won’t ever give up until I win!

Summer Retreat by Helena Ligthart and Adalyn Raney

Out on the paved street,
some play games while
others eat.
When some are dancing,
little kids run and play,
sad for the end of the day.

For soon the sun sets behind the trees,
and we feel the summer breeze.
When the last ray of sun disappears,
a fire cheers the warm summer night,
and we sit by it’s light,
eating sticky treats
under the stars.

As the long day has passed,
we lay in our warm beds at last.
And say goodnight,
for tomorrow
the sun will shine.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Mr. Linden's Library By Emily Oswald

Crista was just inside the walls of Mr. Linden's library. Some people thought the place was magical but that was nonsense, wasn’t it? She was twirling her long curly brown hair that covered her dark green eyes, and emphasized her tall, skinny frame of her body.

Crista picked a book of the shelf but just as she was about to turn and leave a voice boomed above her then a dark face appeared. The voice boomed in the quiet little library and said, “be careful what you read bad things can come of it.” Ignoring what the voice had said Crista left with her head held high skipping toward home to read the book Mr. Linden had just warned her about.

Later that night the moon looked like a sliver in the starry sky. She snuggled up in bed to read the mysterious book. The book was thick and leather bound with pages torn at the edges. Inside it was strange there was no author or title, a warning said’ many strange things happen who read this book.” She was curious to read on, there were tales of old times. One said a man was walking through the forest the next thing he knew there was a satyr attacking him. And then out from the book came a satyr charging at her. But as soon as it reached her it disappeared.

Every tale she read something would come out at her then disappear. Until she came upon one called Vine, but she was too tired she yawned then fell fast asleep. Soon she woke up startled and awake, but she could not move she was tangled in vines. Even though she lifted four water buckets to and from the well every morning and every afternoon it was no use against the vines. That's what the title meant, but this time it did not go away. And it was too late now, then everything went black! She had gotten sucked inside the book. Every story she had read surrounded her and it was too late to undo anything. And then there were people she recognized from town that had disappeared years before, that’s what the warning meant. Soon the vines took her away to become part of one of the characters of the book she just read.                                                                           
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In the morning her mother saw the book lying on her bed. But Crista was not there, she picked up the book and walked to her bedroom to read the mysterious book. It was like a magnet was pulling her to read the book.
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4 years later everyone was gone and the house was empty and quiet, and Mr. Linden picked up the book to take it back to the library.
He walked outside and looked up to the window where Crista used to stand 4 years ago and smiled and thought “ I had warned her, but it is too late now, maybe I should buy the house”. Mr. Linden laughed to himself about the last comment.
He then walked back to his house and saw a mysterious falcon staring down at him from the roof. He thought “why is it staring at me like that”, a shiver went down his spine.
He walked inside and placed the book back on the shelf. Then Mr. Linden stared at the wall for a few seconds then the out of nowhere, writing appeared  why did you do this to me, he wanted to say I warned you but soon the words disappeared like dust. And he was left blinking his eyes, like did I just see what I thought I saw? Stammered and surprised he left in silence to read his newest book on the shelves. It was very weird 32 people had disappeared over the last few years, and only he knew what had happened to them. He put on his crooked smile and walked upstairs, he had warned each and every one of them but no one had listened.
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Crista awoke and arose to her surroundings she was in a dark vibrant green forest at the edge of a small village. She went over to a small watering hole where she could get a nice long drink, and a good look at herself in the reflection of the glass like water. When she looked down at herself she let out a loud screech she was a dragon. Standing just under seven feet tall, an estimate of 16 feet or more in wing span, with her giant black and grey wings that enveloped her body. Crista had black and blue scales up and down her body, dark green eyes, black spikes down the center of her back. A long black and grey snout with sharp white teeth that gave a menacing grin, and sharp talons that curled down over her feet. Crista left the watering hole and her image of her new self behind her and made her way through the forest being sure not to be seen. She reached the edge of the village that read River Seine people of Rouen. Christa's stomach let out a loud grumble. The first thing Crista had to do was try and find food, but the only thing she could find was people so she thought she could hold her hunger.
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As time past Crista now a dragon she spent her days in the forest. When Crista thought she couldn't hold her hunger in any longer, she went back to the town where the people of Rouen lived. Crista started to eat people, once her own kind, she didn't want to do it but it was the only way to live. It's not like she could walk up and ask for food, the people of Rouen would only hear a great roar.
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One day as Crista was doing her daily routine a new Rouen was out in the town the Archbishop of Rouen, St Romanus had presented himself to Crista. She went down to grab him to quench her hunger, but as she did so St. Romanus stabbed her in the stomach. Feeling weaker Crista tried to fend him off but St. Romanus triumphed over Crista and with one last stab she fell at his feet. St. Romanus took Crista over to a fire already set ablaze with roasting stick, the dragon lay there rotating. And when St. Romanus thought she completely burned he put out the fire, but when he put out the fire the head and neck were untouched by the fire. St Romanus and the people of Rouen mounted the head on a building as an image of sending away evil.
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Several days later Crista awoke frozen to a wall unable to move. She was shocked to see that now she was a grotesque gargoyle half dragon, half animal, just her head and her neck. Crista was frozen with her stubby wings up in the air, her ears perked behind, a menacing scowl on her face, her talons gripping the side of the building, and she was frozen in stone. She looked back down at her neck, then everything went black.
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Crista awoke and arose to her surroundings she was back in the lush green forest at the edge of the village. Crista thought to herself, “now I understood every time someone reads this chapter  I will start as a dragon then turn into gargoyle.” This was her way of life.



Folk Tale of the Gargoyle:
La Gargouille, was a legendary dragon that lived in the River Seine, which in the 7th Century was ravaging the town and people of Rouen. It was slain by St Romanus, the Archbishop of Rouen. After the dragon was slain its body was set ablaze, its body was consumed by fire but the head and neck survived and was mounted on a building.

Works Cited
"Gargoyles - Mythology and Folklore - The White Goddess." Gargoyles - Mythology and Folklore - The White Goddess. N.p., 2016. Web. 14 July 2016. <http://www.thewhitegoddess.co.uk/articles/mythology_folklore/gargoyles.asp>.