A Weird Dream

A  Weird Dream

         I woke up to the sound of rain on my window, it sounds like mice or bunnies running all over it. I got up and looked outside and it was pouring. I did the same thing I always do when I wake up on Saturday mornings- went and laid back in bed with a book (The Giver). I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I know I'm sitting in the middle of a bright green field with grass that is about up to my knee. I looked around and saw a house but it wasn't mine it was big and the paint on it was cornflower blue. It looked like my friend Lizzy's house. I looked around trying to find my phone but I couldn't find it. I got up and started walking around to find my key and my phone when it started raining. I started walking towards Lizzy's house when I tripped in a puddle of mud. Great. I sat up and looked at the sky which was a mix between grey and light blue. I saw a flash of lightning that looked like it had just split through the whole sky and a few seconds after that a loud crack of thunder. I better get inside before it starts raining. I got up and ran towards Lizzy's house. Sitting on the porch was a Pitbull I recognized him, it was Chaos Lizzy's sisters dog. He looked up when I got up the stairs and on to the porch. I walked up to the door and knocked right after I knocked I heard what sounded like some plates drop. When the door opened I Lizzy. "Hiii!" Lizzy said. "Hi Lizzy! I don't even know how I got here but I was just in that field and it looked like it was going to start raining so I ran up here," "Come inside" I walked inside and the wallpaper was light blue and light brown stripes. "We can call your mom to come pick you up." Lizzy said. I nodded my head and she walked into the kitchen. "She'll be here in a minute" She yelled from the kitchen. "I'm going to go wait for her outside! Bye and thanks" I walked outside and I walked over to a tree in their backyard that looked easy to climb. I swung my arm around the lowest branch and then swung my legs on to it. Using my other arm I pushed myself up so I was sitting on the branch. I then climbed up the next branch and just sat on it. A flash of lightning and a clap of thunder scared me to death and I jumped which made me fall out of the tree . I hit my head on the branches below me on the way down then hit my head again on the ground. Everything started going blurry until everything was sparkling. I woke up on the floor in my room, I guess I fell out of bed and not out of a tree. It was still raining but I was back home. That was a weird dream!

Shadow

Shadow

I’m awake

I look around

All I can see is a blurr

I try to speak

I make no sound

I feel my heart pound

I hear strange noises

All I can remember is a shadow

A shadow taking me somewhere

It all hits me

My brothers yelling at me

The dog barking

A breeze through my hair

The bell tower ringing

The shadow

I search for it

I start to cry out

Still no sound comes out

I hear something

I freeze

I wait

“Hello Wendy”

I cry out

Its too late

I see a rock

Good night

Peter Collins and the Secret Library - Prologue

Prologue
Nathan's Revenge

It was a cold night in the town called Oakville. Icy wind blew through the streets, pulling on the coats of men coming home from work and rattling the windows of the red brick houses. Cars sat in the traffic, their drivers shivering in their seats with their window wipers on so the windows wouldn't frost. People that were unlucky enough not to have earmuffs could hear the slamming of doors as mothers pulled their freezing children inside so they wouldn’t catch a cold. There seemed to be no escape from the draft. It blew down the chimneys of houses. It blew through the windows of office buildings. It blew through the open door of the Mace & Willa Library.

The library was empty except for the man that closed the place every day. This man’s name was Mace Johnson and he was one of the two people that owned the place. His back was turned from the doorway and he was putting away the boxes that had been checked in that day.

A strange thing about the Mace & Willa Library is that it didn’t hold books. It didn’t hold comics or scrolls or anything of the sort.

It held boxes.

The shelves held hundreds of small wooden boxes. Boxes that had no lid and no opening. Boxes that had a letter and number engraved on the front and a single keyhole on the top. Boxes that people came in and out of the library every day of the week (except Sundays) from ten to six to check in or out.

These boxes was one the towns’ greatest secrets.

After Mace finally put the last box in its shelf and making sure that everything was in its place, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to lock the door. He turned around and his face was bathed in moonlight. Anyone looking through the door would have seen an old, old, old man with a silvery beard and black eyes that glistened like beetle shells behind his golden glasses. Mace was also wearing black boots, black pants, and a large black coat.

Suddenly, the moonlight was blocked by a shadow.

Another man was standing in the doorway. He looked about eighteen years old and had a pair of old jeans that reached down to his colorless sneakers and a grey t-shirt. His pitch black hair was slicked down on his pale face and his eyes were a dirty green. The man licked his dry lips.

“Good afternoon, Mace.” said the figure.

Mace’s eyes hardened. “Leave Nathan.”

The man named Nathan looked amused.

“Leave? Mace, where are your manners? I didn’t come all this way to be bossed around by you. I have come to pick up a little something…. I suppose you know what I’m talking about.”

Nathan took a step forward and as he did, his oily voice turned ugly.

“I want D-31, Mace.”

Mace put his hands in the pockets of his coat.

“D-31 is gone, Nathan.”

Nathans pale face went paler. “You lie. You have it. You're hiding it! You’ve hidden the spell! And if you don’t give it to me,” he pulled out a long wooden stick, a wand, out of the jeans pocket. “Then I will make you give it to me!”

Mace Johnson sighed and pulled out his own wand. “I am sorry Nathan, but I cannot give you what you cannot have. I’m sorry.”

There was a moment of complete silence except for the sound of the wind whispering. Then, suddenly, Nathan raised his wand and shouted, “Ignis!”

An enormous ball of fire burst from the tip of his wand and streaked across the moonlit room toward Mace, who raised his own wand and cried, “Aqua!”

A powerful surge of water spouted from Mace’s wand and collided with Nathan’s fireball, extinguished the flames. Nathan’s green eyes flashed with anger. He raised his wand again.

“Electrica!” Huge bolts of lightning streaked toward Mace with a loud crackling noise. Mace pointed his wand at the flashing light.  

“Intercipio!” The lightning stopped at an invisible wall, a foot away from Mace’s nose. One of the bolts knocked down a box from its shelf and he could feel the intense heat, but the bolts could not harm him.

Nathan lowered his wand and the lightning vanished. He was breathing in deep breaths and his eyes looked like they were about pop out of their sockets. Mace calmly lowered his wand as well and bended over to pick up up box that had fallen, his eyes leaving Nathan’s face.  

“As you can plainly see Nathan, you cannot harm me. I advise you leave before…” He suddenly straightened. Nathan had vanished.

For a second Mace stood there, the breeze rippling his hair, staring at the spot where Nathan had stood. Perhaps he had left? Nervously, he turned and put the box back on the shelf.

“Mors!”

Before Mace could react, a piercing bright red light came out of no where and struck him on the back.

The last thing he heard was his wand clattering to the floor and Nathan’s cruel laugh echoing around the building.  

Lauren Writing Contest

        Lauren's life made a huge turn when she had been diagnosed with cancer. She could no longer be social with all of her friends, have much fun, or even attend school. Yet still, while having to bear all that, she made her primary goal of each day to be positive.

        In only a matter of a few days, she went from being a normal teenager to a cancer patient. She had days that were better than others, and she even created a system to measure that. At the end of each day, she would ask herself if the day went good, or bad. If it was good, she would place a blue rock in a jar. Otherwise, she would place a red one in a separate jar. Because she focused on being positive each day, she needed to get a larger jar for her blue rocks multiple times. Due to medication, she lost her all her hair, was sick most days, and spent most of her time in her hospital room.

       However, she gained great experiences. One day, she attended a meeting where cancer patients would meet together and talk, learn, and understand cancer. She learned a lot and made many friends. One day, after several doses of medication, doctors reported that the cancer had been wiped out completely. She had once again took another huge turn in her life.

       After she was given permission, Lauren was able to continue her education, social life, and become a normal teenager once again. Now she is working with a foundation that helps other people who are diagnosed with cancer. When Lauren’s life took a turn, it took a turn for the better.

More of a grammar question...

This is more of a question than asking for feedback on some of my writing. I will make a second post about my writing in case this doesn't count.

Anyways. Often when people are writing short notes, if they don't know if there are more than one thing they are talking about, they add a (s) at the end of the verb. Example : Object(s)

This is to show if can either be 1 or more than one object.

However, when writing an argumentative essay or a story, I am unsure if this would be proper.

Thanks in advance!

-David Cosby.

             The Lauren Contest

          

                   Lauren’s life has changed drastically and that means she has to cope with a lot of new challenges. Laurens life has gotten a lot more emotionally difficult, but at the same time, she has become a stronger person. Dealing with cancer and facing thoughts of death is a life- changing event for most people. She has coped with the challenges she has had very positively. In the article, it says when she was in the operating room at the hospital, she kept two jars with red and blue pebbles in them. Depending how her day was, she would put a blue pebble in if her day was bad, or a red pebble in if it was good. In the end, she had more red pebbles than blue pebbles! That shows that she was very positive and determined to make it through and she was very, very brave. That is how Lauren’s life changed and how she coped with her challenges.

Road Trip 

By: Matt Quigley

That day I will remember

I went downstairs to see

looking at all the presents sitting under the Christmas tree.

All I saw were suitcases not knowing what their for.

All I saw was suitcases sitting on that floor.

Wondering what their for, my parents came down stairs.

They said we are leaving once more.

Where we went was secret.

But I've been their'e once before.

So where I went was special where I went was fun.

Where I went was special playing in the sun.

I will always remember that day.

Playing in the sun.

Where I went was special where I went was fun.