Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Reagan I know a girl named Sue She was feeling very blue A boy came by To say Smile and hi And now he calls her “Boo"
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Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Sydney Once Will became seriously ill. Forgot to take his pill. Got a hostile friend, With a head to mend. The friend was also Will. Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Sydney There once was a man from Krim. He slipped and fell off a rim, To the bottom he went. At last his back bent. As a fool's end for him! This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. 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. This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Caleb and Adam Then John says "Hey we need a nailgun!" so he grabs a nailgun then he jumps out of the helicopter yelling. When John had the nailgun he put it on his arm and pulled the trigger and the nail went straight into his arm. This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Karen and Lynn I was born to an Okos father and an Ardloth mother, a marriage forbidden by the high priests. My birth was secret to all but a few, and those were the women who had assisted in the birth. These are the women that help raise me away from civilization, the women that helped me learn to read and write. They are my pride and joy, my family figures I never had. Today is my fifteenth birthday. The day I can celebrate! Martha, one of the women, put of streamers in my room, and Kat made a cake! Oh, it's a delicious cake, the best one I've had! We danced, and danced, we even had cookies. This is my best, happiest memory! This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Sean and Anne I was just a simple farmer on my ranch when I saw a magical box thingy. I looked inside the box and calmly but quickly went next door to see my friend. "Will," I said, "I just found a magical box thingy that will blow up the world if we don't learn to do the magical dance to disarm it. We only have 17 minutes to learn it." Will was freaking out. I showed him the instructions for the dance that I found in the box. "This is way too complicated!" he screamed. "Naw, it'll be easy. We can do it," I said. This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Michael and someone else "Hi, welcome to, CVS, how may I help you?" Mia asks as she stocked the Twix. "Give me all the money!" A man, wearing a pink ski mask yelled. "Dude this is CVS, there is barely any money here. Are you sure you want to rob this place?" Mia asked without looking scared. "Yes, now give me the money!" the man yelled. (hands over the money) Two trillion dollars! screams the man. I know it's not much is it says Mia. I told you I wanted the money! says the man. I'm glad I could help you now stop jaywalking. (the man gets run over Mia takes back the money) I told him to stop says Mia. This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Evie and someone else It has been ten days since mom disappeared. The last thing she said was "I hate your father never trust him, and run. Run faster and faster as far away as you can and don't look back." I did what she said and look she's gone. I wish I had taken her with me. It hurts when I think about Mom, I'm angry with her, and yet she's my only shelter in the world. Dad is less confusing. I don't want to be anywhere near him. And that's why I keep running. To get away. I have no place to go, but I won't stop running. It's the only way I can deal with the anger. This is my life no. I hate it, but I hate everything else too. I can't go home. Home holds only more anger, more pain. This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Alyssa and Ainsley Cara was a girl with many emotions. She had a simple and happy life. But, one day her and her mom got in a car crash and both went into a coma for years. She was 13 when this happened. When she woke up her life changed completely. Cara had found out she had been asleep for 4 years. Her dad drove her to the movies and they saw the emoji movie then they went to DQ for dinner after dinner on the way home Cara asked her dad when her mom was going to wake up. The dad changed the topic to music, or at least tried to. She asked again and she saw a tear in his eye and asked "is she" and he said to her "No, not yet but the don't think she will wake up." Cara was crying. Years passed Cara grew up but her mom never got to see her daughter again. |
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