narrative fiction

I’m a rock, alive since the dawn of time. I’ve watched this planet grow wet and green. Life blossoming into new forms. The dinosaurs roamed and it was a simple time. Then the ice age cam, but life prevailed. I've seen humans when they were apes, sitting in the trees. I've watched them hunt and grow. I've seen them build tools to do marvelous things. All the while the animals lived in peace. But then they hunted the mammoths out. They build new technology, to kill me, to harvest me for coal. The earth has evolved so much, and more it will grow.

I walked further up the road staring at the ground, oblivious to my surroundings. I couldn't stop thinking abut Jason, and that very, very brief encounter. I couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, and how....how... how unreadable they were. The memory kept running through my mind, constantly on replay. Each and every time it went through, my cheeks would grow redder and redder.

After a few minutes of this, I shook her head and looked up. My surroundings were unfamiliar for a second, then recognition flooded me. I was on River Drive. I took a few more steps, looking around at the neighborhood. There were a few people outside gardening and watering plants. A few people were mowing lawns, despite the darkening evening. I looked down for a moment and stepped over a puddle. When I looked up, I saw a familiar person on one of the lawns. They were kicking a soccerball around, quickly dashing from side to side. I felt my heart pound in my chest as they turned around and looked staight at me.

Jason.

Wow, it has been a REALLY long time. After a very long dry spell of no writing, I've finally decided to put down a story that has been floating around in my head for a couple years. It is most definitely not my best work, so any sort of feedback would be appreciated, but it is very good to be writing again. This is the first page. If people like it/I finish it (a rare thing, but I have hope), I'll be putting up the rest!

Warning: Some mature topics/language (not in this one, really, but later especially)

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The first time I saw Raquel Davis she was nothing more than a flawless honey-colored ponytail bouncing in front of me as we ran around the cross country track. I was duly impressed, both by the ponytail and by the tiny pair of shorts she managed to pull of with confidence. I myself lacked the confidence and the know-how to pull off either; instead, my shorts were adequate length, and my ponytails drooped down the back of my neck, pieces of them flying out around my ears. Read more »

The bell rang; everyone left the classroom but me. I started packing up my stuff when the teacher walked back in the room and dropped a box on the desk next to mine. I ignored it as the teacher walked out of the room. I stood up to walk out the room myself. When I looked up at the box,  it wasn’t on the desk anymore. It was now on the chair I had just vacated. I stepped back and looked around the room; I was alone except for the box.  I turned around to walk out when I heard a thump. I looked back and the box was on the floor. I ran out of the room, went to my locker, put my books away and got my backpack. Then I ambled out of the building like nothing had happened. As I walked down the stairs I heard a thud then another then another. When I got to the bottom of the staircase I looked up and saw the box ten steps behind me.  I froze, staring at the box. Thump, thump, thump was the sound it made each time it dropped. When it got to my level I was no longer frozen, thinking what could be in it. It could be something really loving, but it could also be something that wants to eat me. It could be both, a really cute-looking thing that wanted to eat me.  I pulled the tape off the box, opened it and saw a.......

I reach out with my my relaxed, golden-tan arm and grip the sweaty, chilled, fancily-shaped glass. My hand gets a feeling of relief as it presses against the frigid surface, cooling it instantly. I lift it up so my lips can reach the vibrant blue straw. I close my eyes. The creamy taste and texture of a strawberry-mango smoothy bursts with flavor, extraordinarily soothing every taste bud. I feel the scratchy graze of the fancy, petite umbrella against my nose. I place the glass back down in its permanent position next to me without having to look. A warm breeze gently blows across my body smelling of the salty water and summer sunscreen. I feel the sun and its sauna-like rays beaming down in mellow warmth. I stretch out my legs on my fluffy white towel and feel each fiber packed with the comfort of a stuffed teddy bear. The towel and I are cradled in a luxurious beach chair with the back set at a lazy yet upright position. I open my eyes and take in the ambrosial view. I see the Carribean blue ocean water. Bright white sails are stretched open, placed along the horizon. The peaceful sight banishes all stress. I relax every muscle in my body letting it seep into the resort chair. I then reach out for my sweaty, chilled glass.

"Hey sweetie! How was your day?" my mother's chirpy voice pierced my ear as I walked into the kitchen. I smiled weakly and nodded, making my way to the bags of groceries. I reached out to pull open a bag, but a quick clear of the throat from my mom told me she had other plans for me.

"Hon, why don't you go and set the table for dinner? Your father is bringing home some food." She said distractidly to me while she picked up the bags of groceries and put them ono the counter. I quickly put some plates and cups on the table. Once that was done, I decided I would go on a walk. My mom agreed it would be okay, I just needed to be back in ten minutes. I slipped my sneakers on and walked outside. I took a deep breath and walked up the road, my hands in my pockets.

Oopsy Elevator

    The dull lights flickered above us and the floor suddenly shuddered. I leaned back gripping the rail.

    “Woah!” I said startled. The man next to me, a broad shouldered chap, looked at me as if I were a child for being a little nervous.

    “It’s just a little lightning,” he said. Read more »

Once there was a germ. His name was Ned, he didn’t like life in the immune system. He wanted to have an adventure. But, he knew there was no way. He took a walk down the throat and took a boat ride on the ocean of digestive juices. I have plenty of space here, he thought. Maybe I should just take advantage of that. But it wasn’t enough for him. Suddenly, he had an idea! He ran home, grabbed his pickaxe, and went to work. But the first time he swung the axe made contact with the surface, it snapped in half! So he decide it was hopeless and he gave up.

By Soren, grade 3

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I rocked in a hammock, tied to two palm trees looking out over the large, light blue ocean. My dog, Aloha, curled up on the sand. I looked out at the mountain, Whale’s Tail, which was about to erupt and turn into a volcano. When I woke up the next morning the first thing I heard was a loud BOOM! A fireball flew out of Mt. Whale’s Tail and landed outside my hut. Volcano! I grabbed Aloha, jumped on her back and ran out to another town. In the end Aloha and I were fine in the dream vacation. Dream vacation? No. This was real. “Grace!” I woke up startled. “Wake up, Grace!” So much for real vacation.

By Caroline, grade 3

                                                 PROLOGUE

“Oh gosh!” Gulligul said. Gulligul is a seagull, but usually hangs out at the barn.

“It’s a lion!” screamed Porky. Porky is a pig who absolutely hates the mud and just washes in the duck pond.

A bunch of animals were standing around a little basket with a blanket covered bottom. Inside was a dark, smoky-gray-colored cat that had a blazing back and tail, up to his head, between his ears (filling all the space between his ears like a crown), and ending at a sharp point above his nose like a birch leaf. In fact, the cat looked like it had been lit on fire! And the little lines and outlines on his fur made him look scorched. That cat was me.

A YEAR LATER

“Finally. I’m two year old. I’ve been waiting for this day.” I said. And then shouted “Porky.” over to Porky.

“What?” Porky asked

“Come over here.”

Porky sighed and came over to me.

“You see those squirrels climbing up that tree, Porky?” I said nodding to a tree.

“Umm. Yes, I do.”

“Well. Do you want to try to catch one? What do you say? Huh?”

“Oh come on Scorcher. I can’t even climb a tree. And besides, pigs are always really lazy.”

“Oh alright. I’ll do it by myself.” Read more »

The Elevator

It all started a hour ago when a loud noise filled the elevator and it screeched to a stop. the guy next to me has been howling for like forever his mustache twitching, his bald head shiny in the  in the bright, hot light.  Suddenly he let out a long suspicious sigh slouching back to the wall. Read more »

One day I was sitting on my porch thinking all of my neighbors have dogs so why can’t I have a dog? It is not fair. So I stomped inside and said to my mom, “I want a dog!” And she said, “No!” Then I stomped back outside. But a couple of days later my mom said that I could get a dog. I screamed “Yay!” about 1,000 times or more and then said, “I will be in the car waiting.” So we went to the dog store to get a dog. But when we got in the store I was looking at the dogs and I said to myself, “I need a dog that is just right.”So I looked at all the cages to see all the different dogs. They all looked just boring but then I saw it. It was a dog with sunglasses! “Mom, mom, I want this one!” “Ok.” So I told the owner and then I took the cage and ran to the car with it. It was the best dog ever. And he wasn’t that big so he would be easy to take care of but I forgot the food so I ran back inside, grabbed the right dog food and then ran back out to the car. When my mom came out of the store she said that I couldn’t but the dog and then I started crying so hard that it took me an hour to say goodbye to my favorite dog and even though he wasn’t mine I decided to name him Sunglasses.

By Eliza, grade 3

As I walked along the beach I heard the waves crashing and children splashing. I knew this would be the perfect vacation and so far it is. Boom! Oww, Daisy! Daisy is my English sheepdog. She is making this vacation exciting. I love Daisy very much so I just had to bring her. We walk some more and collect shells and rocks. Then we go back to the hotel. Daisy has a special dog bed to sleep on and I have a canopy over my bed. We decide to go shopping for a while but I realize I need to leave Daisy so we go to the dog store. We walk for five minutes. Ding-dong goes the door as we walk in. Daisy goes straight to the treats. Crack. “Whoa, what was that?” asked the guy who worked there. We hear some more cracks. I look outside. “The road has split!” I yell. “How will we get over?” asks the guy. “Ruff, ruff,” barks Daisy. “No, Daisy, it’s too far to jump. Hey, guy, do you have a rope that I could use?” “Yeah, here.” So I made a ladder that faced sideways and I saved the day.

By Kelly, grade 3

The One Moment

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People tell you to be yourself, to express who you are in everything that you do. To show your personality in clothes, makeup, and attitude. But you feel like you can't. Like it's not good enough. Like who you are isn't what is expected. Like what's expected.....is the perfect person. 

TO BE CONTINUED...AGAIN

The Moving Box

Someone goes over and peeks into the box. There are squeaks coming from the box. I am thinking there is probably an animal in there. So a person opens the box to see if there is an animal in there. They see ten guinea pigs. They are soft and brown and black. They are squeaking, scratching and limping around the box because they don’t like being in the box. We find a cage for the guinea pigs and put them in there. We go and find the teacher to ask why she put the guinea pigs in the box. There are five babies and five grown-ups. 

Dusk had fallen over Lake Sunapee. The darkness trickled down from the sky, now that the sun was no longer there to guard to it. Gold-rimmed clouds streaked around the falling sun. Water bugs pranced across the rippled surface, spreading circles wherever they landed.  No one was heading inside yet though. Sparklers were brought out, shaken in palms, still sticky with vanilla ice cream. Lawn chairs were set out, facing the fading sky. People ambled across the still-warm-from-the-day grass and to their chosen seat.

A lighter was brought out by a child, and hovered over by an alert and protective adult. Immediately the sparkler boxes were bombarded with eager hands and doled out. The first one lit was a green one. The blue flame of the lighter connected with the plain brown tip, exploding in a shower of sparks. The sparkler hummed and buzzed as it was waved triumphantly around. A red one joined it, followed by a yellow.The children pranced about excitedly waving their prize. Sparks flew hazardously around, most landing on the beach and the grass. Some arched gracefully over and fizzed out near feet that were quickly tucked under chairs. Read more »

I never understood running,the sport, I mean. What’s the point? It’s not like other sports. Other sports make sense. Sports with goals and rules and points.But I guess that’s what people love about running. There’s no rules, no limits, no restrictions. I guess people like me are just so used to having some guidelines in their life, they don’t understand why anyone would live any other way. Read more »

(Based off of one of the daydreams I had while listening to the first verse of this song.)

Millions of years in the future, a girl named Sera watches the world burn... Read more »

     Wait. What did you say?

     I stare incredulously at my cousin, then back at the gleaming machine of wonder aboard the cruise ship. My Grandparents are having their 50th anniversary, and for a treat they are taking the whole family on my Mom's side island hopping around Hawai'i. I knew there was a Teen Lounge and fancy restaurants, and all that stuff, but no one told me about this, until my cousin Michael told me about it now. I alternate gaping at Mike and gaping at the silver beauty in front of me. Why didn't I know two days earlier that the buffet had, at all times, a self-serve soft-serve machine?! There was three choices: vanilla, chocolate, and twist. I immediately give myself a curl of vanilla the height of the Eiffel Tower on the mini-sized cones they have there, and Mike does the same with the twist. Later, we would go on to have six cones a day: one after breakfast, one before the pool, two after lunch, and two more before another pool visit late in the evening. I will always remember the moment I felt sick after my third consecutive cone one day after a light lunch.

      PRO-CRAS-TI-NATION. It embeds itself into every aspect of our lives. In fact, procrastinating is what I've been doing with these writing prompts. Three weeks ago, I said to myself, I'll do it tomorrow. I'll be feeling better then. Now, three weeks later, and I have only just posted my last one. Lucky for me, I have Wimp.com, a video website like YouTube. It had a video on procrastination, and how to avoid it. And guess what-it works! The trick is, you need to see yourself in two ways: the "Now You" and the "Future You". The future you is not to be trusted, so what you need to do is convince the future you that was the now you is doing, the future you will benefit from. I said to myself today, If you get the prompts done today, you won't have to do it tomorrow, when you have a baseball game, and you won't have to work on it late into the night. It worked for me, and it can work for you, too. I felt better about doing now, and I know the future me will benefit. So you off the computer already and get some work done!!!!

“YAY! I’m SOOO excited” I shout to my mother. She just informed me that we are going on an extravagant vacation! That isn't even the best part. The best part is, I get to choose where we go! Where should we go? I went to the living room and browsed a few sites on my Kindle Fire. I began a list with my top 10 destinations in the world.

• Rio De Janeiro

It all started with that dress.  Mom had bought it from an antique dealer, who  I thought must have been a little crazy or something because he had said “You’ll be taken her too”.  Little did we know  what or who we had taken to the restaraunt.  See mom and I own this popular retaurant called Vintage Food and our trademark is old faishoned clothes in the window; so, when we got home we pinned the dress in our window and it looked great.  The dress was emerald green silk, with fragmented jade gemstones down the back for buttons. It was short sleeved and had white satin eged sleeves ,neck ,and hem.

Well, by the time we had the dress pinned up,  it was ten o,clock pm so Mom took some pizza out of the fridge and I gulped it down, changed my clothes and went to my room.  For some reason the warning from the antique dealer kept flashing in my mind.  I finally fell asleep by promising myself to look at the dress tomorrow.  Read more »

Why do we take the time to write our thoughts out on parchment.

Why do we communicate our feelings through an old keyboard,or a pen’s ink?

I tend to believe it’s because of that happy adrenaline rush, Read more »

You know that feeling that someone's watching you, well I think it’s true. Darting round a corner peeking over your shoulder. Shadows always following you, it’s relentless. I think he’s going mad they say, but just look around you, you know someone's there. When you're all alone, that’s when he strikes. He’s might be standing right behind you, or over in some shadows. The creaking sounds, they’re not wind, You can put that in your mind and say it’s alright. But he’s coming for you, he is the creeper of the night.

We pass her house every day, but I  just crank up my headphones to drown out the loud memories. It wasn't that I didn't want to help her.

Dream Vacation

By Grace Stewart

China, China, China! My dream destination, The Great Wall of China! I would love to ride my purple and white Kiki Bike on the Great Wall of China, and feel the wind rushing at my face and blowing back my hair. But most of all, actually see the ancient wall built to stop the enemies from trespassing into this beautiful Country. Read more »

Dream Vacation

By Grace Stewart

China, China, China! My dream destination, The Great Wall of China! I would love to ride my purple and white Kiki bike on the Great Wall of China, and feel the wind rushing at my face and blowing back my hair. But most of all, actually see the ancient wall built to stop the enemies from trespassing. Read more »