by Lynn Johnson
"Cas!" I shout at him across the field, Goners tear at his skin.
"Kris! Come help!" Agust yells, his voice booming through the screeching of Goners. Agust, Jazmin, and Gwen are on the opposite side of us fight a hoard of the zombie-like creatures.
I snatch Cas' shirt, pulling him out of the middle. We run to the others, I kick a couple of 'em as I go. An opening clears, everyone sprints for anything with a light source. If we don't get light the Goners will get more powerful and take us down!
"Run along the forest!" I command.
In seconds we reach the edge of the forest. It feels like we run for ages, the Goners still on our coattails.
"There's old cabin! Look to your left!" Cas is barely audible as he shouts from the back.
We race to it everyone piling in, I slam the door behind us. Jazmin and Cas are beat up as all get out, and Gwen and Agust have a couple cuts, not to bad.
Gwen and I work together to keep the door shut, Goners are persistent, little jerks.
"Here." I toss Agust my pack, he pulls out most the contents to reach the antiseptic. He sprays everyone's cuts, including the gash in my shoulder.
Good no one got bit.... If I had been out there any longer I think I would have lost my mind.
Cas flicks on the light, the Goners finally leaving. We relax a little waiting for the sun to come back.
One day two bank robbers named John and Fred were in a car that they stole. Fred said, “I have a good idea!” They were going to go steal money and valuables from the museum, so that’s just what they did.
All the child would eat was bananas and rice, sometimes separately, sometimes mushed together - it was nauseating. But it was worse when he picked his nose and flung the contents on the dining room wall.
The elephant farted as it sat on the ground in a huff. “What in the world did I eat to cause THAT?!” she blushed, looking toward the sun. “Man, maybe I shouldn’t look at the sun without sunglasses.” She began laughing and laughing after she farted.
The red birds were flying all around them telling them to go home - they had no chance of winning the race anyway so why bother trying? But Pip, the smallest of the blue birds, was having none of it.
by Meredith DeLong and Caleb Brown
This story is part of the "Finding Your Voice" creative writing series, which you can learn more about over on the Hackschooling blog!
"Neptune sure does get cold at night..." she said.
"Yeah, and rainy," Jacob replied.
"This sure is a - a nice trip, huh? And picnic?" Belle said
"Sure!" he didn't sound so sure.
"Belle - is that a tornado coming?" he asked.
"Run! To the shack!" Belle yelled.
"This doesn't too safe inside here," Jacob commented.
"Oh my God! The roof just blew off!" Belle screamed.
"Way to state the obvious!" Jacob screamed back.
"To the ship! Hurry, get in! Belle said.
We hope you enjoy one of the Fractured Fairy Tales written by homeschoolers! Here's a dark reimagining of Little Red Riding Hood!
by Meredith DeLong
We hope you enjoy one of the Fractured Fairy Tales written by homeschoolers! Here's a wonderfully creative reworking of Cinderella.
by Meredith DeLong