Monday, May 5, 2014

The Golden Wish by Leila
Painting: Mistaken Identity by Ken Wong

Mary McCoy was living in deep, painful despair for several years after her father's passing.  But after her mother passed, about a year ago, she honestly had no one.  The only thing Mary had was a prodigious estate that her parents once owned and, of course, a butler.

It was a fresh spring day and you could hear birds chirping.  The warm sun was pouring into Mary's room giving her white bedding a bright yellowish color.  But the instant Mary awoke and saw the sun and heard the birds, she summoned the butler to close the blinds and shut out the happiness.  
"Go fix me breakfast, Wilkins," Mary demanded.
"Yes, Miss McCoy," and he turned and walked away.
Mary dressed and tiptoed, elegantly, down the stairs to eat breakfast.
"What's this," Mary asked.
"Those are beloved fish," Wilkins said.
"They're beautiful," Mary said.
"They are for you."
Mary said "thanks" and ran upstairs.
"But you must not take them outside of the house!" 
I'll show him, thought Mary.  
In fact, Mary was spiteful that she stuck the bowl on her head.  "Take that, Wilkins," said Mary in a low whisper.  And she walked downstairs, proud of her dreadful work.
"Oh!  Miss McCoy," exclaimed Wilkins.  
"Too bad," said Mary.

Years and years went by and Mary's head was far too big to take the fish bowl off.  Each and every day Wilkins would let mary do a back bend so he could pour water into the bowl.  Just enough that she could breathe and the fish could, too.  Being in the presence of the fish eased the ache of being an orphan.

Now that Mary had friends, she talked often to Wilkins.  She talked about her parents.  I wish I could just see them again, thought Mary. Then one day she asked Wilkins about how her parents died.  
"I'd better not tell you, Miss McCoy."
Mary shook it off and carried on with her days.  After years and years, Mary seemed to be getting smaller and her skin was turning a bright sun-kissed orange.  
"What's happening to me," shouted Mary.  Sir Wilkins said nothing.  
Weeks passed.  Years passed.
Mary was now in her early twenties.  She was no more than four feet tall.  By her twenty fifth birthday she was about two feet tall.  She'd been to all the town's doctors.  And yet there was no diagnosis.  It was hopeless.

By the time Mary McCoy was thirty, she had endured a horrible transformation.  She resembled nothing more than a worthless goldfish.  And for the first time, in a long time, Mary was desperate.  Suddenly, Mary found herself choking... on air.

Wilkins quickly turned the bowl over so that Mary was in the water.  When she opened her eyes she was surrounded by the goldfish.

Mary ended up with her parents after all.  Even though they weren't human any longer, she still got her golden wish... to see them again.

Wilkins ended up with the estate.  Everything was perfect.
The Weekend by Chris

FIVE painful days then
fun times come.
You can sleep in or
play at the park.
But it eventually ends,
it's a short weekend.


Birthday by Jaiden

I wake up excited, waiting for presents
fun and games, with nothing lame
my friends all around, feeling happy and warm
I am glad there is not a storm
I can go outside and bathe all day 
in my non-chilly chillin' swimming pool
Eating cake with Stampy and friends
Oh look!  Presents!  A new phone, a new me!


Dragons by Kaya

They rule skies
in a mystic plain.
Thought to be fake,
but imagined real.
Breathe out scorching fire,
and puff ashy smoke.
They roam free,
in a land where dragons exist.


Minecraft by Brian

Mining gold and minerals
building houses the size of the ocean,
brewing and making potions.

Fighting exploding creepers,
surviving from the angry dead,
getting tired and going to bed.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Students watched a short animated film about a boy visiting a moon and the subsequent adventures that one has when visiting the unknown.  My amazing writers were asked to respond to the film by creating their own "moon" landing.



Blue Moon

There once was a girl who felt she didn't belong.  For no one cared about her.  She felt she was a speck in the air with everybody swooshing her away.  She had long, silky, black-as-coffee hair. Her skin was pale as could be.  She had puffy, soft lips that were tulip pink.  Her nose was perfectly shaped; almost like a doll's.  Her beautiful hazel eyes had twinkles in the top right corners and shimmered with the sun's rays touched them.  She wore the same thing every day.  A soft, black tank top that was dark as the empty sky and a short black skirt with overlapping cloth.  Everybody made fun of her for who she was.  But what they mainly teased her about was her obsession with the Blue Moon.  They all thought she was insane for loving this fake "Blue Moon".  The Blue Moon was her life.  She always dreamed of visiting this moon.  She always believed one day she would be the first to land on the "Blue Moon". Her name was Sarah.


Sarah was standing outside, barefoot, on the vibrant green grass; staring out into the blank sky.  "I know the blue moon's out there somewhere."  A single tear drop slid down the side of her cheek.  So go to the Blue Moon.  Spread out your arms as if your gaining powers.  Take me to the Blue Moon.  Let my imagination run wild.  Erase all the disappointments and let me soar to the sky, said a voice in the back of her mind.  

So she did.

She spread her arms out and said what her mind told her.  

Nothing happened.

Another single teardrop rolled down her cheek.  "Take me to the Blue Moon," she yelled.  She looked back and saw her feet lifting off the ground.  She was speechless.  She blasted off into the sky.  her hair went straight down.  She was flying through light, fluffy clouds; leaving holes through the middles of them.  her dazzling hazel eyes looked back behind her and she saw the unique cloudy, blue and green Earth.  Every second she flew faster and faster; blasting past Mars.  She looked ahead of her and saw the asteroid belt.  The home of the Blue Moon.  Millions and trillions of asteroids were surrounding her.  She stopped hastily and turned her head in every direction; searching for the Blue Moon.  

A single sunbeam nearly touched her.  She was very confused that only a single sunbeam reached her.  She moved out of the way, gleaming at the sunbeam.  It was pointing the direction.

She saw a strange blue object.  The Blue Moon.  "Thank you, Sunbeam," she announced as she raced off to the Blue Moon.  She smiled slightly as she got closer and closer.  Another teardrop went down her cheek.  But this wasn't a tear of sadness.  It was a tear of joy.   She finally reached the Blue Moon. 

                                                 ~Written by Jessica