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Weekly Contest #37
Whoosh! The brisk wind rustles through the dark oak of the woods. We're almost there just a left at the fallen branch, I think to myself. "This is taking quite some time; don't you think Elizabeth? Are you sure - like 100% sure you know the way?" James asks. "Yes, now hush! Someone might hear us!" In a few moments later, we make it to the depressed fallen branch and take a gentle left. “Look! There it is!” I whisper. We are facing a silver boulder. We slowly approach the stone, getting nearer and nearer to the face of it. "Now hand me the fl...
Weekly Contest #36
01/21/2012 Dear ______, Sorry I haven't come up with a good name to call you yet. I feel like the name “Diary” is just too boring. Maybe I’ll name this journal “Dream”. Oooooo I like that a lot. Perfect. Anyways, hello! My name is Julia and I just turned 10 years old. I got this new journal for my birthday. I also got a new barbie doll for my collection. This new one I got is my favorite though because she has a really pretty pink dress that sparkles. Wanna know a secret? None of my friends know I still play with barbies. So now it is our li...
Weekly Contest #35
I’d been dreading this day all week, but there I stood outside of the home I grew up in at precisely 3:22 in the morning on March 19th. Nana, my grandmother who lives in Venezuela, used to go on and on with these stories of her childhood, like a train running from the bottom of Florida to the top of Canada. I will always remember her stories and most importantly, the lessons I have learned from them. The greatest lesson I acquired from the power of her knowledge was to never – under ANY circumstance, break a promise, for the consequences wou...
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