Dead

by Tiffany Heiser

(Arizona)

I seem to be able to see my body. I see myself. Laying there, so still. I am dead. People always

wonder what death feels like. And now I know. It's peaceful and beautiful. But at the same time, it's

cold and lonely. I wish I could tell the world. The teens and the kids. You shouldn't be afraid. For

death is peaceful. But you should never cause death, or rush it. It is lonely, quiet, and cold. As my

body lays there dead, I start to regret. For I am so cold and lonely.

Journey
by Sydney

(Missouri)

She decided to climb. To climb Mount Everest. Everyone thought that she couldn't do it. She began

her preparations 3 months in advance. Going to the gym meant having a personal trainer so that her

body could get ready for spending about 6 months high above sea level. On October 4th, she began

her journey, alone. She knew that completing this task meant that she would have to spend months

in the wilderness, on a mountaintop, with little oxygen, and no company. She would have to fend for

herself, and defend herself as well. On her first morning, her initial harness broke after 15 minutes of

climbing, forewarning of a treacherous journey to come. Days passed, she grew hungry, because

her knapsack rolled off the edge of a ravine the day before. Finally, as she passed a bush, she saw a

swollen, purple hand partially buried in snow. She decided to join its owner there, and that was

where her journey ended.

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The lost girls

by Jessicca Davies

(Eastbourne)
The sun glittered on the water, like shards of glass. The girl stared out to sea, wondering how long

she would have to wait.

Olive, Jazmine and Sandy the dog, had set off in their dinghy at eight in the morning, The air was

thin. They felt glad that finally they were allowed on their dad's fishing boat. All of a sudden the wind

picked up and carried the girls out to sea. After a while the girls woke up wondering where they

were. They saw they were on a jungle island. They decided to look around and find shelter.

The trees were tall like giraffe's necks. The ground, however, was muddy yet easy to saunter across.

The monkeys swinging in the trees were as golden as a lion's mane. The colourful cocklebirds flew

overhead and deep into the sky. The girls, nevertheless, did not know that another person was on

the island, shipwrecked four ago. The person had a gun which they weren't afraid to use.

The girls found shelter in a cave and lit a fire. They became suspicious stomping footsteps were

heard in the distance. Sandy started barking, the girls were alarmed a shadow was seen, the person

appeared to be coming closer. When they met him he seemed like a nice man, his name was Bob.

Bob had been planning to get off the island for years, Bob had collected stuff from around the island

to build a raft but he wasn't good at building. To Bobs surprise Jazmine and Olive were the star

builders in their class, so they put the raft together.

They all pushed through the jungle and onto the beach, they attached the rope to the mast to see if it

would float and it did. They finally set off, on the raft wondering how long it would take to get home.

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Faith, Hope and Love

by Tami Hummel

(Fort Worth, TX USA)

She cried as she sat on the cot in the shelter. How did this happen? She asked herself. One day she

was shopping with her friends, the next day she was here. Her name was Faith, but ironically she

had lost all her faith-in God, her parents, and anyone else she ever loved. She was seventeen now,

sixteen when she met Jimmy, the boy who changed her life forever. She felt so alone and scared

now. She had no money, no job, no home. She looked out the window and saw a limousine drive
past. No prom for me tonight. But then, as she gazed down at the innocent eyes of her baby, a

thought came to her that made her smile through her tears. My daughter Hope is all I really need.