The Gifts of Shadow

By David W

It was a normal vacation before everything went wrong. Lily and her husband James went onto a vacation. Just a normal vacation at the beach. They went swimming in the beautiful ocean…

Then, Lily glanced back. Near their towels, a new bag, decorated beautifully, stood near the sand. There was a label: To Lily

Lily, curiously, walked towards the bag. Carefully, she opened it. Elegant, colorful flowers, inside the bag. She didn’t dare take it, assuming it was some kind of trap. She walked back to the hotel immediatly after that.

“Why are you in such a hurry, anyways?” James asked.

“Oh… nothing.” Lily lied. “It’s just a sun allergy.”

“You never told me you had sun allergies!” said James. “Maybe you’d like to stay in?”

But Lily’s attention was not on James, but another anonymous package outside the window. She opened the package. Inside, a golden watch glittered. Lily frowned. Are those a surprise gift from her husband? She thought. It’d won’t be as fun for him if I asked him about it.

She went down to get some water, and besides a water dispenser, a beautiful bag laid on the floor. She couldn’t take it anymore. Forgetting all about her thirst, she burst into the hotel room.

“Did you put down the gifts?” Lily demanded.

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Future School Fail

By Roy S

Part One

(Boom) A sound came from out side of the school, everybody got under their table, except for Bob. He looked curious of what was happening outside of the school. (announcing)”The booming sound was only a drill from the school, thank you for participating”. Bob was unhappy because every time there was a booming sound it would be a drill but everyone else didn’t know what he was thinking but who knows.

Bob walked home with a sad face, it was like he lost a family member and was about to fall down, he was depressed walking home and he even kicked the ben and got on the bus.

He got home and told his mom about what happened at and did his homework and had dinner while he was eating dinner on the TV the news said that all the schools are calling back all the students and are about to do a secret drill in the school for the next 6 mouth and the students are not allowed to go home and the drill was called futures academy.

Bob was a little bit happier that the past but he tought that he could not com back for the next 6 months and he can’t see his mom for the next 6 months. This is going to be harsh and challenging for Bob.

Part two

(ding ding ding) It was time for for class and it was the first day of project futures academy the teachers basicly explained what is futures academy and what we will be doing for the next 6 months.

“We are going to start project futures academy, have everybody have there money, snacks and teddy bears for the next 6 months, because if you don’t you have one more day to go home and get packed up”. Bob thought that he may not have enough money to survive, so he called his mom and said he had one more day to prepare for the next 6 months.

After school Bob went home and got another 1,000,000 dollars to survive the challenging 6 months and when having dinner he and his mom talked about what the students were allowed to do in this 6 months and what they were not aloud to do and luckly the students were still aloud to bring a phone and a phone charger and they were aloud to go out side to get drinks and foods.

People were exhausted when they got to school the next day but how does it matter it is still going to be the time to start futures Academy. “All right students lets get started”! the evil eyes that the teacher had and the spooky smile she had was very ambitious and we knew that this is going to be bad.

After the evil part of the spouky teacher we hade the princible come in to our class and gave us some very valuble hint for the next 6 months. then the vise princible called the princible out of the room for some thing i don’t know about, but it looked very siriouse. ahhhhh every one was screming there was a real lock down in the school and we had to stay in a place that the intruder could not see us.

Part three

after a while there was a all clear then every body were disgosing what just happened and a voice came from the outside and this man said: “ I have token over the school and I am now in the secaridy office”, and then every body stoped breathing and thought when did we have a secaridy office?

The teachers face was red and it looked like she was guilty student turned all of their eyes to the teacher, then we started to walk to her. “so whats all about this security office deal, why didn’t you tell us about there was a secarity office”. All the students said to her.

The teacher was scared and hade to run away like a little baby while the students are laughing at her. At the end of the day while Bob was walking back to the darm the fog stole on him like thiefs in the night tring to steel something, Bob was scared.

the princable told us to leave the school and never come back then he brought us to a persinal air port and put us on the airbus a380.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Room of Dreams

By David W

I didn’t expect to plunge into a room of dreams.

There I was, writing my homework, and I found myself dizzy, unable to focus. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and I felt a sudden surge of tireness, like I just ran twenty laps. I stumbled, and crashed on my bed.

I felt the bed fall apart, and everything was like glue. I couldn’t move, see or even feel anything. I wasn’t so surprised. It was just another strange nightmare.

Then, the crazy thing happened. Everything parted, and found my dream self in a room. The walls were black, with no light comming from any direction, but my dream self could see perfectly. I didn’t focus on much details of the room, but only glass jars, big as bottles of water, stood in the middle of the room. Something flickered inside them, and they showed visions I could see with my mind. These were dreams. My dreams. I walked towards them and studied the dreams. Some good dreams, some nightmares, and some I couldn’t even remember. I was so focused that I didn’t even look at where I was going. I tripped on a jar, and it shattered to pieces.

I jerked awake, and found myself on the ground of a bright hallway, the same one in my dream a few days ago, with the flowing fire maze. Weren’t I supposed to be on my comfortable bed, resting? Then I figured something out. Something that doesn’t make any sense. Something that weren’t supposed to happen, but did. My real self got in my own dream.

I panicked. In my original fire maze dream, I was cornered by flames, with my friends burnt, and I got woken up by my alarm. But this time there weren’t any alarms to wake me up. I hoped I was still dreaming, and I will wake up when I have to go to school, but I knew this was real. I thought about my dreams. What happened after this? I walked around the maze of fire, thinking as fast as I could. Can I die in dreams? If I did, would I go home, on my bed? Then I thought of something. This is my own dream. Can I control what happened in it? I’ve read about people manipulating their dreams, controlling what’s in them. Can I try to do that?

I closed my eyes. I concentrated so hard that my head buzzed. Then I opened my eyes, after I prayed to everything and everyone. I was back home, awoke.

Then, my alarm rang. Time for school. When I arrived school, people kept asking why I smelled like fire and burnt marshmallows. I just answered “I ate some for breakfast”, but my classmates clearly didn’t belive me.

Then, I went in the science class room, and people were talking about weird dreams. I walked towards the people, ready to join their conversation, since I had a pretty weird dream too. When I heard what they were talking about, I nearly fainted with surprise. They were talking about the dream of the fire maze, and everybody had that dream. What did I do?

Then, my head buzzed again. I tried to make it go away, but it just got worse. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. When I noticed my mistake, I was too late. The world faded around me and I fell in the room of dreams.

This time the room was a bit different… or a lot. This time there aren’t just one room, but about twenty rooms connected, and they look different. Some are black like mine, and some are other colored, like white, gray, or dark red. I went to the white room, with my best friend in it.

“What is this?” My best friend asked, panicking. “Where is this place?” “This… Um…” I found it hard to explain. “This is the room of dreams.”

“What is it?”

“Your past dreams will be stored inside here, and for some reason I can get in this place.”

“Where is my dreams, then?”

I looked around his room. There were nothing, not a single jar, and same for my other classmates. There were nothing.

“Wha… What…” I spluttered.
My friend frowned. “You don’t think we’ll be stuck here forever, do you?”

“Well, I’m not sure.” I decided to be honest. “I concentrated last time I got in this room and I got out, but I don’t think I can manage 20 people…”

My friend gasped.

“What?” I asked, mystified.

“Look… LOOK BACK!!” He shouted.

I turned my head, and what I saw frightened me out of my mind. It was the fire maze, and all my friends were in there, standing exactly where they were standing in my fire maze dream from days ago.

Then, I flinched and had a bad feeling. I found out the truth about the room of dreams. It was way more powerful than I thought it was. I replayed the fire maze dream in my mind. Me and my friend, in the dream, had navigated to a trap door, thinking it was the way out. A stream of flames came out of the trap door and swallowed us all. That was all I remembered from the original dream.

“Hey! Come on! Let’s try to escape!” My friend shouted to me.

I jolted back to reality, or at least my dream reality, in the dream room. I sprinted after my classmates. They sneaked fearfully though the fire maze. The walls of fire shifted once we went through a gate. We were trapped in the maze. I studied the space we had. There was a trap door… The trap door.


I’d like to say that I helped everybody escape. The truth is it was the dreams. Even though I was scared out of my mind, I still tried to clear my mind and focus on escaping. I looked around. The fire closing up on us, the trapdoor which I know leads to a trap, and… a glitter of light?

I never noticed the dream jars are still here. I sprinted at a random jar with excitement. The good news is that I almost reached the jar, but the bad news is that also means I am almost getting burned to a crisp by a wall of fire.

I tried to kick the jar to my hand, but the temperature is too hot. I lost my balance, and would’ve fell in the fire if my friend haven’t grabbed me.

“What were you doing?” He exclaimed.
“Getting the jar.” I replied.
“Well, there’ll be no getting the jar now.” He said.

I looked up. The jar fell in the fire. There goes our only hope. I thought.
Then, the miracle happened. The fire somehow liquified the bottle, and the dream fluttered out. The dream, turns out, to be about our science test today. Whoever had that dream had saved us all.

Future

By Grace L

The storm raged and the frigid night shuddered, torn in two. The man sat in the very corner of a desolate building, hunched over a desk. When he noticed a figure in the distance, he grinned darkly. From his pocket, he pulled a gleaming dice and tossed it up into the air, and caught it again. He threw the dice towards the approaching figure, and disappeared.


 

The boy groaned. The sun was blinding- too bright for someone that had lived in darkness for two years. The bed creaked as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He walked over to the window, and pulled open the heavy, velvet curtains. An endless sea of glittering buildings rose before him. Rooftop gardens colored the city, and a circling garden surrounded the buildings below. Then, there was a knock on the door.

The boy froze – panicking for a moment until he realized that the war was over and there were no more Nazis chasing him, that there was no longer a reason to hide. The door opened. Two men stepped in to the room, silent on the carpeted floor. They wore peculiar clothing: long, draping, almost curtain-like shirts and pants in colors that varied and shifted as they moved around.

“Roller 7897 has awakened,” a mechanical voice announced as they entered. “Name: Vincent. Age: 12 years. Time: 1938.”

“Please sit down,” the two men said. “We must perform a health check.” From his sleeve, the first man pulled out a syringe, wielding it like a knight brandishing his sword, preparing for war. The second man slipped on a glove, embroidered with metallic circles over the nerves on his hand. He reached forwards and seized Vincent’s arm. The metal on the gloves were cold, like ice. The first man stepped towards him, and in an instant, as deft and quiet as an owl descending on the cornered mice, he entered the syringe into Vincent’s skin. A wave of darkness crashed down on him.

***

 

Vincent frowned. It was night already? And here he was, thinking that he could explore the city without any fear of running into Nazis. His annoying parents had never let him go outside with his friends- even when there was no war. They kept telling him this and that, bickering about how he shouldn’t do this and how he shouldn’t do that. They would’ve driven him mad. So Vincent had decided to leave and never go back. They can let their fear rule their lives, but Vincent left and came to the future on his own. He scratched the back of his neck, frustrated. He wandered around the room, running his fingers over the slick varnish of the wooden table. A mechanical device Vincent didn’t recognize sat on the desk. Curious, Vincent reached up and tapped the screen.

“Hello,” a voice said. Vincent expected to hear the door open, but instead, a cartoon creature appeared in a hologram, projected from the screen of the device. “I am your Deviguide. I am in charge of introducing you to the brilliant new city of Crystine and helping you along.” The creature twirled around as it spoke. It was simple, with pale blue skin and fingerless hands. Vincent scowled, annoyed. He didn’t need some bobbing toy to follow him around. He wanted to explore the city! As if sensing Vincent’s impatience, it held up one arm and said, “Ticket.” A thin strip of blank paper appeared in her hand. The words appeared as if there was some person writing on it, instead of empty air. After the final word appeared, the Deviguide handed the paper to Vincent. “This is your ticket into the city. Please hold it close, as I can only make one copy.”

The paper glowed, illuminating the room with artificial light. Vincent reached for it hesitantly, unsure what to do. When his skin touched the holographic image, it flickered for a moment, before fluttering down into the palm of his hand. It was no longer a hologram. A piece of real paper rested in his hand- physical evidence of his escape from the war that nearly drove him mad.

“What do I do with it?” Vincent asked, rocking back and forth on the soles of his feet. “When can I start exploring the city?” The thin, wiry smile appeared on the Deviguide’s face.

“Whenever you like. The city of Crystine welcomes you.”

“Then, I’ll start now!” Vincent was ecstatic. “Where do I start with?”

“All new citizens are expected to go to the City Hall. Please come with me,” she said, floating up and down expectantly. Vincent frowned. Why wasn’t the Deviguide moving? Suddenly, the speaker above buzzed to life.

“Your Deviguide is under maintenance. Please wait outside the Roller Building. The Mechanical Maintenance Center will send someone to pick you up immediately,” a voice said, startling Vincent.

The Deviguide continued bobbing, up and down, up and down.

***

 

Vincent stepped outside. A saucer-like device hovered above the surface of the ground, a glass dome over it.

“Welcome to the City of Crystine! I have orders to take you to the City Hall, correct?” The device spun around, talking excitedly.

“Correct,” Vincent said. He took a hesitant step towards the device. As if sensing his presence nearing it, the glass dome retracted into the device. “Could you,” Vincent began, unsure of how to voice his question politely, “Could you perhaps tell me what you are?”

The device laughed. “I am a MHB, or a Magnetic Hovering Board,” it explained. Vincent didn’t know how to respond. Finally, he took a brave step onto the laughing MHB.

The City of Crystine was magnificent. Around him, Vincent saw enormous gleaming buildings, emerald grass, and brilliant blue skies. The sun warmed the waltzing breeze and people bustled around him, laughing and talking amongst each other. Paradise, Vincent thought. He used to wake up to the sound of fire, gunshots and chaos, and walked the streets in constant fear. I’ve escaped hell and came to heaven.

The MHB sailed through the winding streets and dazzling architecture. As they slowed, the curtain of skyscrapers slowly parted and revealed a twisting, ivory building that stood, tall and grand in the center of a garden and spiraling cobblestones.

“It’s almost as if I’m Alice in Wonderland,” Vincent remarked, turning to look at the entire city that lay at his feet. And just as he turned back towards the City hall, the white wooden doors opened.

***

 

“The City of Crystine welcomes you!” Two people stood at the steps of the City Hall, holding the doors open. “My name is Avelina,” the women said, and the man nods. “I am Cedrick. Please come with us.”

They lead Vincent through twisting corridors with pristine white walls and portraits that dated back centuries, into a large chamber with a desk in the center. The walls are holographic images, a panoramic view that shifted and showed life around the City of Cristine. Cedrick walked forwards and presses a card to the screen, and the wall comes to life. The lights dim and the screen darkened as a voice began talking.

“Life before the City of Crystine was one of the worst times of human history. Disease, crime, and war plagued our world.” The holographic screen shifted, playing a aged, black and white film from a battle. “People lived in constant fear of death and mortal strife.” The voice went silent, and there was the sound of bombs and screaming and death. A sound of death so loud that it made him want to cover his ears and cower in the corner of his room because it was so, horribly familiar. “Then the worst decade in history began, World War 3. It was a nuclear battle that forced thousands of species to extinction and killed more people than all the battles in history combined.” The walls changed to a clearer, colored film. There were explosions everywhere, and not a single sign of life. “Human and animal kind was almost wiped out, until one man stepped forwards and demanded peace. He brought thousands of people to stand at the top of the tallest building on earth, and vowed to stop the war.” The hologram showed a man with a huge crowd behind him, tall and proud and powerful. “That man was Malcolm Crystine, the founder for the City of Crystine. He did as he promised and from the aftermath of war, he built a gleaming city.” The screen darkened again, and suddenly, the face of Malcolm Crystine appeared. He stood in front of the City Hall.

“From this day forwards, you are all citizens of this new city. There will be no war and disease and everyone can live happily and peacefully forever,” Malcolm Crystine said to the camera. “Welcome to the City of Crystine!” The lights turned on again and Avelina clapped. She stepped forwards towards the table at the center of the room and pulled a card out from a drawer. “This is your Identification card. Please hold it close at all times,” Avelina explained.

“Just like Malcolm Crystine said, we are all citizens of the City of Crystine. Now, why don’t you explore your new home?” Cedrick said, laughing. They pushed open the grand wooden doors and Vincent took his first step into the city as an official citizen.

***

 

“Hey,” a voice said behind Vincent.

“Uh,” Vincent said, apprehensive, but as he turns around and sees that the boy means no harm, he answered. “Hey.”

“Great!” the boy exclaims. “What’s your name?”

“Vincent.”

“I’m Casper,” the boy said. He looked at Vincent’s clothes and the Identification Card in his hand and asked, “Are you a roller?”

“What’s a roller?” Casper laughed at Vincent’s question.

“Yea, you definitely are! Remember before you came here, there was a man who asked you to roll a dice?”

“I remember,” Vincent said, not keen to meet that man ever again.

“Well, being a roller is basically when you roll a dice, it signifies how you have signed the contract and will be sent to the City of Crystine. It was devised as an unsuspicious way to bring people like you here,” Casper explained.

“Oh,” Vincent muttered, awkward and hesitant. “So, do you have any idea where I can start?”

“I would recommend the library,” Casper said, gesturing at the tall building that spiked into the sky. “I could show you the way, if you want.”

“Yea, I think that would be good,” Vincent said, agreeing. He started down the path towards the library. Casper walked behind him, pointing out every landmark that caught his interest.

“There, the plaza. People gather there to celebrate every holiday.” Casper’s pace slowed to a stop. “I’ve heard that rollers can be…” Casper said, not finishing his sentence. He fiddled with his sleeves and finally asked, “Are you Jewish?” Vincent’s blood froze. The peculiar question forced him to stand paralyzed in fear and rooted to the ground.

“No,” he said automatically. Casper looked up, frowning.

“No?” he asked, as if not wanting to believe what he just heard. “So it’s true. Rollers aren’t Jewish?” He said that as if it was impossible, that it couldn’t possibly be true. Suddenly, Casper looked up and grabbed his wrist, dragging him across the street and forcing several cruising MHBs to a stop. They ran past people to the center of the plaza, and Casper turned back to face Vincent. “You’re not Jewish?” he asked again.

“No,” Vincent replied. Casper’s eyes were wild, and he pulled from his sleeve a long syringe almost identical to the one that the two men had. His grip on Vincent’s wrist was ice cold.

“Not,” he said. “Not Jewish.” The syringe slid into his skin, and once again, Vincent fell down into a wave of darkness. He fell onto the center of the city plaza, under the radiant azure sky and bleached clouds surrounded by a ring of people, never to wake up again.

Short Story

By David W

I didn’t expect to plunge into a room of dreams.

There I was, writing my homework, and I found myself dizzy, unable to focus. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and I felt a sudden surge of tireness, like I just ran twenty laps. I stumbled, and crashed on my bed.

I felt the bed fall apart, and everything was like glue. I couldn’t move, see or even feel anything. I wasn’t so surprised. It was just another strange nightmare.

Then, the crazy thing happened. Everything parted, and found my dream self in a room. The walls were black, with no light comming from any direction, but my dream self could see perfectly. I didn’t focus on much details of the room, but only glass jars, big as bottles of water, stood in the middle of the room. Something flickered inside them, and they showed visions I could see with my mind. These were dreams. My dreams. I walked towards them and studied the dreams. Some good dreams, some nightmares, and some I couldn’t even remember. I was so focused that I didn’t even look at where I was going. I tripped on a jar, and it shattered to pieces.

I jerked awake, and found myself on the ground of a bright hallway, the same one in my dream a few days ago, with the flowing fire maze. Weren’t I supposed to be on my comfortable bed, resting? Then I figured something out. Something that doesn’t make any sense. Something that weren’t supposed to happen, but did. My real self got in my own dream.

I panicked. In my original fire maze dream, I was cornered by flames, with my friends burnt, and I got woken up by my alarm. But this time there weren’t any alarms to wake me up. I hoped I was still dreaming, and I will wake up when I have to go to school, but I knew this was real. I thought about my dreams. What happened after this? I walked around the maze of fire, thinking as fast as I could. Can I die in dreams? If I did, would I go home, on my bed? Then I thought of something. This is my own dream. Can I control what happened in it? I’ve read about people manipulating their dreams, controlling what’s in them. Can I try to do that?

I closed my eyes. I concentrated so hard that my head buzzed. Then I opened my eyes, after I prayed to everything and everyone. I was back home, awoke.

Then, my alarm rang. Time for school. When I arrived school, people kept asking why I smelled like fire and burnt marshmallows. I just answered “I ate some for breakfast”, but my classmates clearly didn’t belive me.

Then, I went in the science class room, and people were talking about weird dreams. I walked towards the people, ready to join their conversation, since I had a pretty weird dream too. When I heard what they were talking about, I nearly fainted with surprise. They were talking about the dream of the fire maze, and everybody had that dream. What did I do?

Then, my head buzzed again. I tried to make it go away, but it just got worse. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. When I noticed my mistake, I was too late. The world faded around me and I fell in the room of dreams.

This time the room was a bit different… or a lot. This time there aren’t just one room, but about twenty rooms connected, and they look different. Some are black like mine, and some are other colored, like white, gray, or dark red. I went to the white room, with my best friend in it.

“What is this?” My best friend asked, panicking. “Where is this place?” “This… Um…” I found it hard to explain. “This is the room of dreams.”

“What is it?”

“Your past dreams will be stored inside here, and for some reason I can get in this place.”

“Where is my dreams, then?”

I looked around his room. There were nothing, not a single jar, and same for my other classmates. There were nothing.

“Wha… What…” I spluttered.
My friend frowned. “You don’t think we’ll be stuck here forever, do you?”

“Well, I’m not sure.” I decided to be honest. “I concentrated last time I got in this room and I got out, but I don’t think I can manage 20 people…”

My friend gasped.

“What?” I asked, mystified.

“Look… LOOK BACK!!” He shouted.

I turned my head, and what I saw frightened me out of my mind. It was the fire maze, and all my friends were in there, standing exactly where they were standing in my fire maze dream from days ago.

Then, I flinched and had a bad feeling. I found out the truth about the room of dreams. It was way more powerful than I thought it was. I replayed the fire maze dream in my mind. Me and my friend, in the dream, had navigated to a trap door, thinking it was the way out. A stream of flames came out of the trap door and swallowed us all. That was all I remembered from the original dream.

“Hey! Come on! Let’s try to escape!” My friend shouted to me.

I jolted back to reality, or at least my dream reality, in the dream room. I sprinted after my classmates. They sneaked fearfully though the fire maze. The walls of fire shifted once we went through a gate. We were trapped in the maze. I studied the space we had. There was a trap door… The trap door.

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I’d like to say that I helped everybody escape. The truth is it was the dreams. Even though I was scared out of my mind, I still tried to clear my mind and focus on escaping. I looked around. The fire closing up on us, the trapdoor which I know leads to a trap, and… a glitter of light?

I never noticed the dream jars are still here. I sprinted at a random jar with excitement. The good news is that I almost reached the jar, but the bad news is that also means I am almost getting burned to a crisp by a wall of fire.

I tried to kick the jar to my hand, but the temperature is too hot. I lost my balance, and would’ve fell in the fire if my friend haven’t grabbed me.

“What were you doing?” He exclaimed.
“Getting the jar.” I replied.
“Well, there’ll be no getting the jar now.” He said.

I looked up. The jar fell in the fire. There goes our only hope. I thought.
Then, the miracle happened. The fire somehow liquified the bottle, and the dream fluttered out. The dream, turns out, to be about our science test today. Whoever had that dream had saved us all.

The Liar

By Corie J

The campfire crackled and smoked as Ben tossed a stick into it. His face had that scared look of a kid that was hunted for too long.
“I’ll go get some more firewood” he said, rising from his crouch to look into the forest around him.”So far no big or scary monsters have come close… and I want to keep it that way” we all agreed, and he walked off. After little while of uncomfortable silence, across the campfire Jasmin smiled at me shyly
“So,” she said,”Just us again huh?”
Jasmin is a lythe, graceful girl who has a serene feel about her (she’s not).She has violet eyes and her silky black hair spills over her shoulders like a black waterfall and pools at her feet when she sits, yeah, it’s really that long. Although lately she gathered up her hair up into a bun to be able to run faster. It has been hampering her, getting caught on tree branches and having it snagged on bushes,so the bun has helped a lot. Jasmine and I have been friends for years. As I was contemplating the disavantages of long hair, suddenly I heard a growl. I stood up, brown eyes scanning a steady 360 as I drew my knife from my belt.
“I had better go see what that’s about”I said to Jasmin.
“No let me,” Jasmin protested, “I can sneak up and surprise it, dont worry about me” before I could object, she rose and sneaked into the gloom of the forest.
“Humph,” I muttered, “Girls” I sat down again.But then suddenly I felt a weird wind rushing around, I looked around, and saw a figure, standing in the camp fire. She smiled coldly and the next thing I knew, everything turned dark.

The white witch was summoning magic. She stretched out her hands, palm down, and held them out over his limp form. She muttered a long string of words under her breath and out from her pale hands seeped a gostly white shape. The white witch straightened and faced the spirit “right” she said in a sharp tone “posess the boy and take him and his companions to my temple. Now go”

  Jasmin
When I got back (no sign of the thing that made that growl) Jack was sitting straight and silent, hands folded neatly in his lap. I frowned Jack never sat that straight, and since when did his hands stay still? I said “hey” Jack looked up at me and frowned, then smiled,
“Hello Jasmin, did you have a nice trip?” I was startled, Jack had never, in my entire life, said ‘Hello Jasmin’, and it wasnt exactly a trip. at that moment, Ben stumbled into the clearing. He was carrying a big bundle of sticks so I ran to help. Normally Jack would have been right on my tail, but when we got there he would crack a joke to make Ben laugh and drop the bundle, but he would catch it and then divide it into even portions to carry and we would laugh and walk back. But this time he just stayed at the campfire and watched us. Ben frowned.
“Is he allright?” he asked me: “It’s just that Jack doesn’t seem like himself.” Jack called out from across the clearing, making us jump.
“I am perfectly okay Ben, thank you for your concern” Ben cocked an eyebrow at me that said ‘did you know about this super human ability?’ I shook my head. Weird.
In the morning, we woke up to a frosty greeting. Ben stood up and shook the snow off, which landed on me, which promptly woke me up. “Ah!” I yelped, and shot up like a bullet. Jack was still asleep, but he stirred, rolling off the log as he turned over. When his body thumped into the snow, he woke up. “OH MY GOD THIS GROUND IS FREAKING COOOOOOOLD!!!” Jack shrieked. Ben and I smiled at each other as he ran around in circles, beating at himself. Typical Jack. When Jack finally calmed down, we sat around the firepit and planned. “we should head south” Jack said, chowing down on a apple from his backpack, “there’s a shelter there where we can hide from the bounty on our heads.””Good plan” Ben nodded. “With our remaining supplies, I wager we can just about last two weeks.”

Ben
We traveled for a week to get to the temple of safety, or at least that’s what Jack called it. When we got there I didnt even see it until Jack pointed it out. “Look over there” Jack pointed “perfect huh?” the temple was totally covered in vines. It was made out of sandstone stacked in a pryamid formation and totally dark and empty. It was creepy, thats all I have to say about it, downright creepy. Jack pointed at the entrance “come on, lets go inside before the bounty hunter catches us” we all nodded our heads, and as we came inside, Jack made a weird face, and I could swear his eyes flashed red.

The Failed Holidays

By Billy R

As his plane touched down on the runway, he could not believe that his vacation to the North Pole was about to begin.

Stevie Claus was a ninth grader who had just arrived in the north pole by plane. His dad’s name was Santi Claus, as short for Santiago Claus. Everyone thought that his dad was actually Santa, but he kept telling them that he was not. Stevie was not a hundred percent sure though. He was old enough to know that Santa Claus did not exist, and all the presents were from his parents. If Santa were his father, it would be a whole different story… Stevie was not sure that Santa was fake. He thought he would never find out.

As he felt the plane touch the runway, he was exited that he had holidays, and that he might of meet the actual Santa. He didn’t know. As the plane doors opened, and they attached stairs on the doors, he was the first to come out.

Of course he is not alone. He is just a ninth grader. He was here with his family. He had a little sister, called Lucie. He had a dad, and a mom.

The family walked down the stairs, and into a van that took them to the airport building. Lucie was always nagging her mom, because she couldn’t wait to arrive at the hotel. She wanted to see everything, and she was right, because looking at the window, it was majestic.

Stevie looked at his phone. It was about 1:00pm, with an overcast weather. It was beautiful. The family was all wearing mittens and snow jackets.

As they arrived at the building, they went straight to the suitcase picking up place, and got their suitcases. After that, they went to the car rental place, and got a nice sedan. When they arrived at the hotel, they all took a large nap.

While Stevie’s family was fast asleep, he was looking out the window. He heard a knock on the door, and went to answer it.
It was not what he expected….

It was a large man with Machete. (A big knife)
He was screaming a language like Russian. Then ‘suddenly’ a man dressed like Santa, came and took him down. And all of this in front of a camera!
How crazy is that?!

He did the only thing he could do in this situation, close the door, and wake up his parents.
After about 2 hours, the police was here, and everything was settled. Stevie was not so sure about this vacation after all…

The time was about 3:20 pm. The family was wide-awake, and ready for some snow fun. Stevie had homework over the holidays, but he could sneak out on the first day.

Stevie’s mom pondered if they could go out and have Lunch at this amazing Restaurant at the top of the hill. She said that it is snow every time, there is beautiful view, and you could see people skiing; it was just beautiful.

Stevie had heard about that restaurant. Although, he was not so sure. It was the name that bothered him. The restaurant was called LIVE, but if you turned the billboard upside down, it says EVIL. He was thrilled to go, because he would look around to find a secret door to their EVIL headquarters. (If they existed). He was just curious.

Lucie was eager to go. She wouldn’t stop moaning and asking if we were there yet. Their mom would always say, “Almost there sweetheart”, and Stevie, would always take a deep breath.

Santiago, their dad, was working part-time at this apple store, and he didn’t have a lot of self-confidence. Their dad, although had won the Olympics a gold medal, with a staggering speed of 12.37 seconds on 25 meter freestyle swimming.

Amazing. His dad was always a good swimmer, but did not put much effort in it, because he preferred robotics and technology.

As the family drove towards the restaurant, they noticed something. It was 2 skis sticking out with boots out of the snow. In the corner of the slope. It was really weird, and too high for the family to stop and reach, so they just let it go. It was also better for their safety.

As they arrived at the restaurant, Stevie dropped his jaws. It was much better then he expected it, but you don’t judge someone from the outside, it still might be evil. As the family sat down, he just told them what he wanted, and said that he needed to use the bathroom. He wad snuck his thermal scope with him that he got for a birthday. It shows anything alive in orange, and the rest was all black. He pointed it to the wall, and could see people moving through the wall! OK! Now this was a matter of “live, or die!”

That gave him the creeps, and he could not stop thinking about it. He couldn’t sleep at night, and he couldn’t wait to sneak in tomorrow, and investigate more.

The next morning, Stevie was curious about how he could go inside the restaurant, and sneak into the bathroom. The only problem was that he had to find a way to enter the wall.  He needed tools to dig in the wall, but at this time of year, in any type of store, the prices are high.

All this changed his mind when he heard that their holidays were over, because they had to go back to the US for an emergency. The shop that Stevie’s mom owned got burned down. They had to go back with the police, to solve the case so they could find who did it, and pay for the damages nearby, if the thief was never caught.

And so they did, so that put an end to their holiday.

Time Machine Fail

By Billy R
“And I’m finally awake!”
“Mr. Konnan, I wouldn’t be so exited. Last year your finances have been huge.”
“Hello?, Who is that?”
“It’s Bethanny, Your finance accountant.”
“I’m one hundred precent sure that I don’t remember you.”
“Of course you do not!, You were inserted in the time machine about 43, 900 ago!”
“Oh my god, I can’t belive it!”
“What sir ?”
“I’ve escaped from the lunatic with the chainsaw that always came in my house!”
“Oh, you mean Gurtling sir?”
“Oh yes! That was his name”
“Gurtling sir, frose also, he said that he wanted to freeze with you, so he could give you a rough time, here in the future though we do not alow chainsaws.”
Mr. Konnan was speechless.
“Sir before you burst out, we would like to give you a treat.”
“Right now, in a hospital? Drop me off to my desk and finish your work. Then I might accept the treat.”
“I’m sorry sir, our computer company, it is exploded”
Mr. Konnan could not belive it.
“Take me to my house, take me to my family!”
Mr. Konnan screamed
“Sir I storngly advice you to stay calm, your family is dead, and your house is burnt down, you have nothing left exept me.”
“Well, what year is it?”
“It is october 29th 45,914, sir.”
“Oh my god, for how long was I frozen?”
“For 43,900 years, sir. I’ve already told you.”
“Okay, where will I live?”
Bethanny is on the phone.
“Hello, Bethanny? Are you there?”
“Yes sir, I’m still here. I’m talking to the phone.”
“I’m hungry, get me food!”
“Ok sir”
“Tell me, what was the surprise-treat you wanted to show me?”
No answer.
“Where will I live??”
“Hello Bethanny?”
Mr. Konnan un-tied himself from the bed he was held in.
Ok, where do I go now? Mr. Konnan thought.
Mr. Konnan looked for the robot that he was talking to 5 minuts ago.
He started walking in this building that he woke up in. The building had everything! Mr. Konnan looked around. He found the apple store which was launching the new iphone 43,905. He went in and looked at the phone. The phone could trnsform into a car a house, a fridge and even a toilet!
Mr Konnan was busy looking at the phone, he played FIFA 45,914 with Messi’s grand grand grand grand grand grand grand grand grand  grand  grand  grand  grand  grand grand  grand  grand  grand  grand  grand and this is going to take a long time so, his 45,904th grand child. Playing for Barcelona. He was busy playing with Messi the 45,904th, when Bethanny came and tapped his shoulders. He turned around and bumbed his head, onto Bethanny. Her metal forehead made his nose bleed.
“Oh I am so sorry Mr. Konnan.”
Gurtling walked into the room holding a chainsaw, and before you knew it there was a broken chainsaw on the ground and Gurtling partially dead with a trail of blood following him. He walked out of the store handcuffed, literally HANDCUFFED. Mr. Konnan walked back to the room that he woke up in, and in less then 2 minutes he was back in 2014.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…