Zombie
By: S.H.
I was playing in my front yard everything was normal except
that the government was drilling for oil at the White Sands missile test site
in Mexico. At home my life was normal. I
went to bed, I got up, I went to school, I played video games, I was just a
regular kid. I began to wonder one night while watching the news with my mom.
The reporter was talking about the drilling plant . . . Something strange was
happening there.
"Something unidentified is leaking out of the oil and the
US is trying to find out what," said the reporter.
“That’s all for now folks we’ll be back tomorrow. This is
eighty eight four King," the reporter said
So after that it was bed time. But after hearing that I
couldn't go to sleep because it wasn't easy to stop thinking about the drilling
plant.
In the morning I got up and ate breakfast then played some
video games like I always do on Saturdays. That night I watched the news again
with my mom but this time it was scary.
“The unidentified is identified as an airborne gas that
mutates the human body and gives the host a craving for flesh," a scientist
said
Then it showed a
picture of a patient that had been infected. It had an overly large leg, it was
a deep green shade and had an abnormally small body.
“Research has proven
that the disease spreads through the air and is also highly contagious through
the host’s touch. We’ve tracked the disease is currently at the borders of
Phoenix, Arizona….
“That’s where we live!”I said shakily.
“We should figure out a plan,” said my mom
After that we made a
plan to confront the gas and try to survive. As much as I like the plan I
didn’t think it would work so I should probably explain it to you. So first we
will seal up the house then we take all the food to the basement and try to
wait until the gas has died out. That’s the part I’m worried about.
This is day
ten and I suspect the gas has died out so my mom and I unsealed the doors and
then I inhaled something like mustard and everything went black.
When I woke
everything had a tinge of green. I moved my hand to where I could see, it was
green. I tried to say something it came out as a muffled moan. I was hungry,
hungry for human flesh.
WATERMELON!!!!!!!!!!!!
By M.P.
One day I ate dirt.
It was a very hot summer day and my friends and I were
playing truth or dare. Well it wasn’t really truth of dare it was more like
dare or dare, where you could only dare people. It was my friend Amanda’s turn
and she said, “Banana, I dare you to fill your cup to the top with dirt and
then eat it all.” My name is Banana. I know it is the stupidest name ever but
my parents really love bananas. Anyway I eat stuff that grew in dirt all the
time, why would the dirt itself be any worse? I did as Amanda said. I filled my
cup to the top with dirt and ate it.
It tasted like chicken. Undercooked chicken. It wasn’t that
bad. I filled my cup again with dirt and ate that too. It really wasn’t that
bad. But the texture was awful. I went over to the table and got a slice of
watermelon. I took a bite. Oops, it had a seed in it. Whatever. It’s not like a
watermelon will grow inside me or anything. I finished the slice and drank some
water. I went on with the game.
A month passed. My first indication that something was weird
was when I was playing soccer at school. The ball hit my stomach and,
surprisingly, it went THUD! I excused myself to the bathroom and examined my
tummy. It didn’t look wrong at all. I felt it and it felt very hard and round.
My burrito for lunch must not have been sitting too well.
Three weeks later I was about to walk out the door to go to
school when my mom stopped me. “Hey Banana, you growing a bit of a tummy
there?” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t think I was. Then my mom let go of
my arm (which she had been holding). “Go on to school,” she said. Feeling
awkward, I walked out the door and went to school.
The next day my mom presented me with a dieting program. “If
you only eat what it says here and exercise daily, you should be back in shape
in no time!” she said. “Ummm… I’m not fat.” I said feeling truly embarrassed.
“Of course not sweetie,” answered mom. My face red, I proceeded in cleaning my
room.
After another month my stomach was so big, I looked like I
was pregnant. Only my belly felt rock-hard. I was following the diet program
exactly but it only seemed to make it worse. My mom took me in to the doctor.
The doctor took x-rays of my tummy and decided that a watermelon was growing in
my stomach! I told him about the dirt incident and he concluded that the seed
must have planted in the dirt and started growing. “You’re going to need to
have surgery to get the watermelon out,” said the doctor. That sounded painful.
But the good news was that I could miss school! I had been taunted a lot about
my large belly and it was really starting to irritate me. And I could finally
be small again! Yay. Watermelons are big, bulky and annoying. I will be glad to
be rid of it.
Two weeks and two surgeries later (one to remove the
watermelon, one to remove the roots and the rest of the plant) I was thin
again! And I got to eat the watermelon that I gave birth to! Yum. It was even
better than normal watermelons. And I stopped being teased at school. But one
thing is for sure: I will never eat dirt again.
Alive
By: M.S.
I sat down
at her desk and my chair screamed. I looked around and no one else had heard.
They were all still hard at work. Even my teacher was staring at her computer
screen. “Emily please get to work.” My teacher’s voice jarred me out of my
thoughts. I took out my work and picked up my pencil. Maybe I had been hearing
things.
When I got home nothing was unusual,
everything was just as it was when I left. I went to my room and started to do
my homework. It went on like this for a few weeks without any screaming chairs.
One day right before Christmas break I was getting ready for school and a shirt
in my drawer screamed, “Pick me!” I dug around and found an old red sweater
with a polar bear on the front. The eyes seemed to move and watch me as I
slipped it over my head. I looked down at it and it opened its mouth and
roared. I had heard it clearly. I wasn’t hearing things! I looked for my pants
and saw them laying on the ground the button seemed to move like a signal eye.
Then the zipper unzipped and it said, “Hello.” I stared at it and it said, “Well you aren’t
very nice say hello to an old fella.”
“H...h...hello,” I stammered it felt very
weird to talk to my pants. I put them on and turned to get my back-pack. Then
in the very front pocket a zipper unzipped and it said, “Nice to meet you Emily,
no one else talks to me. Maybe after school we can talk and have a tea party
with your stuffed animals.”
“Okay,” I answered
uncertainly. I slipped it on and went out to have breakfast. Luckily my food
didn’t talk to me otherwise I would have lost my appetite. I walked out to the
school bus and its bumper opened and it rumbled, “Good morning Emily” one light
closed as if it were winking. I climbed on and sat down. The window blinked
with watery eyes and said softly, “How are you Emily? It is a nice day for you
no sports today!”
“I’m fine
how are you? I hope that it’s a nice day for you. Well here’s the school talk
to you later,” I replied as it was becoming easier to talk to objects.
I walked
into my class and put my backpack on the hook. “Good morning Mrs. Holiday!” I
said.
“You are
cheery today aren’t you?” She replied. Other students started to walk in and I
took my seat. I looked at my pencil and one of the lines opened and spoke,
“Nice to be used by you today!”
I smiled and
my teacher started to explain our schedule that day. “Today you have PE than you
have library. Next you have art and then social studies. Finally we will go
down to the computer lab and work on our essays.” She motioned for us to go to
PE.
When we got
there the PE teacher told us to do the jump ropes. We went outside and got the
jump ropes and my handles seemed to blink up at me. Then the rope said, “This
time try not to land on me please.”
“I don’t try
to land on you,” I replied. “It just happens when I stop.” Then I started to jump. At the end we went to
library and when I took a book off the shelf it yelled, “Who are you,I don’t
want you to read me!”
“It’s okay
my name is Emily and I just want to open you.”
After that
we went to art and were told to help finish a creative shirt. We were told to
paint buttons tie-dye. But I could not because it cried and begged, “Please
don’t paint me I hate it when you do that.” I took pity on it and didn’t.
Then we went
back to our class rooms to do social studies. The teacher handed us papers that
had pictures of people from the past. When I looked at them they looked back
and waved.
Finally Mrs.
Holiday said, “It’s time to go down to the computer lab.” I chose a computer
and turned it on. I put in my flash drive and the computer box said, “Oooo new
knowledge.” I typed up my essay and took
out my flash drive. It sighed and said, “My head was getting hot. Thanks for
taking me out.”
When I went out to the bus I took my seat by
the same window.
“Was it a
good day Emily? Did you talk to anything else?” It asked.
“It was a
good day and I talked to a lot of different things,” I answered
“Good have a
nice break!”The window called as I got off the bus.
“Good-Bye
Emily,” the bus rumbled after me “Hope it’s a nice break!”
Now I live
in a world of talking objects.
Hoisenbury’s Rampaging Storm
By L.W.
Billy was scared that day. There was a super-storm coming and he was as
scared as he would ever be. He had been in a boring storm before, with
rain, wind and falling trees, but the other super-storms he had seen on TV were
very, very dangerous and destroyed houses one by one. Eight inches of rain were predicted in
Hampton, Virginia, and the last thing Billy wanted was a flood in his beloved
city. Billy was born and bred in this
town, and he and his friends would be devastated by “Super-storm Hoisenbury,”
whatever that was.
Billy was at Alex’s house, playing
with his army men on Alex’s bed. They’d
been friends forever; pretty much since first grade Billy would go to Alex’s
house after school. They usually played
army men, because Alex’s mom wouldn’t let them play video games, but she always
baked them cookies. The army men wars
were amazing, taking over Alex’s whole room.
The only problem was Alex’s brother, Bucky.
“Bam! You’re dead! Ha, ha, ha” Bucky
screamed annoyingly. “Bam bam, you’ve died due to my awesome stingray,” he
said, pointing to his Nerf gun. Bucky
was rampaging into Alex’s room, like usual, destroying and shooting his Nerf bullets at his brother, and
in this case, Billy.
“Get out, Bucky.” Billy muttered,
“Please don’t bother us.”
Bucky frowned and left, bored with
them, and Alex and Billy hurried to reorganize their army men that Bucky had
knocked over. Billy was winning the
battle, because he had started with twice as many men than Alex. It was
eight-o-clock and Billy was supposed to be getting back to his house. Alex and he were almost done with their little
game of war when Billy’s mom called him, concerned that he wouldn’t get home
safely.
That night was the night of the storm, and that was not a good thing. Billy stepped off the porch of Alex’s house and was instantly soaked from the blast of rain up above. It was already dark out and the storm made it seem even darker. It was only three blocks to his house, a walk that usually took only a few minutes, but suddenly a branch fell on the power lines and the whole neighborhood went dark. He stumbled on the curb and went “ka-splash” into a puddle, getting himself covered in rain water.
Billy’s elbows and knees were scrapped after the fall, but he pushed himself up despite the pain. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning, a white streak across the sky, startling him. Wind pushed him back and stopped him from reaching his goal, with his drenched clothes pulling him down. Finally at the doorstep, he made one last effort to get home.
When Billy got home, the generator had no gas and the garage door wouldn’t work. They had no power so they had to light a couple of candles to see. The storm was awful. All night long, Billy heard trees swaying, branches crackling and pounding rain. Billy was too scared to sleep and when morning came the storm was still raging. The gusts of water still streaked the windows, and water dripped out of the ceiling where the gutters had overflown.
Sever damage was done to the house after the storm. The roof was ripped off, windows shattered, paint peeled, cars drenched, lawns flooded...etc. The rest of the town was ruined too. Billy stepped outsides and I looked down the street. The road was torn up and ruined,
Well, that was Hoisenbury’s Rampaging
Storm.
