literature
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Paddy's Journal: The Lady of Ophilia
Winter. 22nd December 1990. 6:55pm. Illinois. Paddy, aged fourteen, sits at his desk gazing out of the window. The biggest blizzard Illinois has seen in decades; roads are nowhere to be seen, the golden rays of light from the streetlamps beam across the street, creating a warm, homey, wintery scene. The cheer of children outside launching snowballs at each other like cannonballs is heard. Paddy lets off a sigh.
By Lewis Jefferies5 years ago in Families
Barney The Barn Owl
It’s been a few hours since the amber alert was first dispatched. 7- year-old Jason-Jay Jackson or J.J. by his family and friends, went missing in the dense forest not far from their farm, while playing hide and seek with his older brother and sister. When they couldn’t find him during his turn to hide they started to get worried. They called out his name over and over and then worried turned to fear. They ran back home as quickly as they could yelling out to their parents both extremely distraught. Mom frantically called 911 giving a detailed description of J.J. and headed out with a very concerned Dad to search for J.J.
By Pamela Wright5 years ago in Families
Timmy and the Great White Owl
Once upon a time in the forest. There was a family of mice that lived inside an oak tree. Timmy was curious about the sky. So one night he pretended to go to sleep. After he was tucked in his bed. And all the lights were off. He snuck out of the house and went to explore.
By Anjalee Jadav5 years ago in Families
THE MASK
Once upon a time in the small town of Normal, Illinois, lived a girl named Ndim. She was American, but her father was from an African country called Cameroon. That is why her name did not sound America. Her mother was American. When Ndim was three years old, her parents told her stories about witchcraft and sorcerers in African countries. She was scared about these stories because she did not like witchcraft or sorcerers.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
Lost and Found
My grandmother, (my mimi) had been like a mother to me, always taking in my sister and I, when my mentally ill mother was hospitalized. Now my nine year old mind couldn't accept that she had supposedly died of a sudden heart attack. Surely they were lying. "Surely this was just a bad dream", I thought. As the reality sank in that she was really gone, memories flooded my young mind, of all the good times we'd spent together. I began to contemplate the new uncertainties in my life, I felt abandoned by the only person who loved and cherished me. My mother was emotionally unavailable and self absorbed. My father had left before I could remember, and grandpa (my pipi) died before mimi, when I was three. "Where will I go when mom gets sick again? Who will I play card games with me, teach me calligraphy, and listen to how my day went?," I thought, already feeling the loneliness setting in, as I didn't have many friends in our secluded area.
By Michelle Buckaloo5 years ago in Families
The Darkened Room
Everything in Geode’s body told him to run, but his body wouldn’t comply. He’d only meant to consider, not to touch. What a disaster he’d wrought by not keeping his hands to himself. Aunt Petra, who’d raised him from the age of three, always told him that looking never involved hands, and that he wouldn’t get into trouble if he never touched things that weren’t his. But they were so interesting that it couldn’t be helped. And thus began his troubles.
By Steve Savage5 years ago in Families
