Ballad of the Girl - 05.18.09

She came to this foreign land confused and completely friendless,
Happy faces all around her and opportunities endless.
A friend here, a friend there, things began to get better,
The outgoing, the lowly, and the exciting go-getters.
Over time a group was formed, four guys and her,
Each had their own personality and good friends they all were.
From the beginning two liked her as she began to like one,
Wasn't long 'til "they" became "we" their happiness never to be undone.
But then one fateful day a horrible injury the boy struck,
Through the struggle and the pain, they found their love was out of luck.
Enjoying each other at all times, happy they had been together,
Finding that though this true, they couldn't last all weather.
The second boy came forward then sweeping up her broken heart,
He sang her songs of how he loved her even from the very start.
She loved the second boy different from how she'd loved the first,
She felt they could make it through anything, even the very worst.
The girl saw many things, changing about them as time went on,
She found she must part with him as things were very wrong.
So the girl found herself, heartbroken and alone again,
As the first boy took his place beside her, to be a good friend.
Confused emotion filled the girl as she began to like him once more,
For awhile she had hated him, but now the first boy she does adore.
How she will bear it all, she hopes to find a way,
And so the dramatic life of a foreign girl continues on today.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Blitzkrieg - 04.01.09

Chapter 1: Healing

“Quickly! We need more water!” my mother screamed to my father, “John! Look out!” I had been hiding under my bed, too frightened to cry. It had all happened much to fast. Not but an hour before we had been eating dinner, but when that candle had fallen everything went wrong. It could have been a simple fix and everything would have been fine, but I tried to help. I had never tried to use magic before. Being only three at the time, what could I have known about it? All I had wanted to do was to help my parents. It had gone so, so wrong. The magic flowed from me, but instead of quenching the flames, it did the exact opposite. The fire spread faster than ever at an uncontrollable rate. There was no way anyone could have stopped it.

“John! No! Please, no!” The roof had fallen and my father was covered in blood. My mother tried frantically to free his limp body. The smoke was becoming unbearable; I could hardly breath or see anything. I felt the bed shake and saw for an instant the loose board underneath come flying towards me. I heard my mother's voice one last time before my world blacked out and I was knocked unconscious. “Bobby? Bobby, please! Mommy can't find you! Bobby!” She was sobbing harder than ever.

Lirons of Liloram - 10.09.08

 “How shall we begin?” The god asked himself and then he chuckled, for it was a rather funny statement. This was because he had in a sense, just finished. The God of Elements, Oram, had just spent the last 50,000 years piecing together a small rock like a jigsaw puzzle to be his very own world and home. The work was exhausting but Oram was a persevering god and would not be discouraged.

“I think I will begin with what I understand the best, elements of fire, wind, water and earth. I will start with a city of fire.” And he did. He started with a rocky and rugged terrain, then added dust and mist to the skies with a smoldering dry heat clinging to the air. Out of the ground grew tall mountains full of liquid lava that sometimes shot up in the air as geysers. One of these volcanic mountains was particularly larger than the others. Oram took this hollowed hill and removed all of the molten lava from it. Then he began to carve out passage ways and chambers within the mountain, humming to himself as he did so. The city took many, many years of hard work to build, but the end result was pleasing to Oram “This shall be their city, and it will be called Amoryp. I will now start on my city of water, just to the east of Amoryp.”

The Bloody Axe - 05.13.03

           One night there was a terrible thunder storm. A little girl named Sabrina was huddled up on her bed. Sabrina thought the storm was a hurricane because the windows were rattling rapidly. Sabrina could hear thunder all around her. She was very scared. You could hear her tiny body shaking in the cold, black, night. Sabrina could hear a frightening noise at her doorway, "creek, creeek." She got so scared that she couldn't move an inch. Sabrina could see a figure at the doorway. The figure kept on coming closer and closer. Sabrina wanted to scream, but it wouldn't come out. The figure came close enough that Sabrina could tell that it was a man. She was hoping it was her father or her big brother. Then suddenly she heard rumbling and rustling and a big boom! The figure jumped and ran to the light switch and turned on the lights. There was good news and bad news. The good news was that the figure was Sabrina's father and the bad news was that the tree in the front yard got hit by lightening and fell into Sabrina's bedroom window. Her father ran down stairs and came back with an axe in his hands. Sabrina had no idea what he was doing, so she was a little frightened. She could hear the ends of the branch snapping and breaking off as her dad chopped at the branch with his axe. When he was done he didn't put the axe down, instead he slowly came closer and closer to her. Once he was right in front of her he raised his axe and Sabrina let out a horrible scream. 

          One second later, Sabrina woke up still screaming. When she stopped screaming she was relieved to know it was just a dream. She then decided that it was time to get up, so she looked on the ground to find her slippers 

and there it was, 

the axe, 

covered in blood.

- Kimberly H. G. (10 years old)