February 2005

Chapter Fifteen The Gnome, the Witch, and the Lucky Charm Isabel streaked diagonally though flanked trees with crisscrossed branches. “Come on,” Emma said and took off, sprinting down a path behind Isabel. I stumbled along, leaping over tangled vines and hurdling bushes until my side hurt. Finally, the woods fell away, and we started across a meadow. To the left, ogres were marching up a dusty trail toward a row of caves high on a hill. Gray smoke rose from the fires that lined the cavern mouths

With the majority of my family living in Poland, I get the chance to visit them every two years or so in the summer. My mother is from outside of Krakow, my dad from Warszawa and my stepdad from Bialystok- all historical places by the Holocaust. Three years ago when I was in Poland, I had the opportunity to visit Auschwitz in Oswiecim which was about an hour and a half away from where my mother's family lives. I remember the sunny but windy day in August. It was a beautiful day if it hadn’t felt

Once there was a very greedy farm owner named Old McRonald. He had over a million acres of land. He was worth over 20 billion dollars. He had almost every animal you could imagine. He was the most successful man at the time. He also had a very large cigar addiction and collection. Until one night, an earthquake and and a dust storm came and destroyed all his land. All of his stuff got destroyed, killed and suffocated, except his very own ghost and his cigar collection. It is said that to this day

Dear, Mr. Coach and Mrs. Siffring I am hoping to graduate early because my job will help make this world a better place. This school has done everything for me and I admit I'm going to miss everyone. Talking to you right now I shall promise you that if you give me this chance, I won't let you down. Going to college would be the best opportunity for me. If, you would just give this chance to me. My job I plan to do is going to be in business and you better believe I'm going to Transcend the limits

I will never forget the day when my childhood nightmares of being kidnapped when i was five years old from my home became true. When I was five years old living in an apartment in Everett one day on a cold night while I was awake I went to go get a drink of water, suddenly as I was in the hallway I saw a large figure with a mask. I just froze,I did not know what to do or how to react, I was so scared I could not say a word and I couldnt do anything or run away, I just froze, I didnt know what was

We sat there in complete silence, with my sweaty hand on the gun I aligned the shot, I tensed my finger on the trigger, I was ready to kill my first deer. I was woken up at 5:00am, when I opened my eyes, I saw my dad’s face and he whispered, “It’s time to go.” I got up and slid on my jeans, and I pulled my camouflage shirt and jacket over my head. My grandpa was already waiting in the main room with my gun and ammo next to him. My dad called me over to him to get some water and toilet paper just

Before I could put the folder back, there was a knock on the door and I turned around only to see him. This was not Caleb, who was once my true love and had helped me with my mission, but it was Hitler. I froze not knowing what I should say or do, but then I remembered it was me who had won, not him. I finally felt like I had done something astonishing, that the world was in the palms of my hands that was until he spoke. Tears began falling out of Hitler's eyes while he said, "When I was younger

Anna was walking home from her job thinking it's the same thing everyday I wake up go to my minimum wage job then go home nothing new. Anna finally arrived to her lonely small apartment she had no family ever since they died in a house fire last year, she walked inside and went to her fridge and pulled out some old chinese takeout from last week, and ate it while walking to the couch she plopped down on her couch with her food in hand and turned on the TV, she turned it on the news she saw that

I live in a small fishing village near Havana, Cuba. As the name implies, it is a popular hotspot for many fisherman to go out and fish. Over the years while living here, I have developed a close bond to a friend/old man that goes by as “Santiago.” Santiago has educated me about many things in life like fishing. A form of entertainment, but passion for him. Santiago is a fisherman himself. A rather unlucky fisherman to be exact. He has went out to fish eighty three times but with each time, he has

Lost Rage controls every muscle in my body as I punch the wall. Pictures shake and one crashes to the ground. A scream escapes my mouth as my fist connects again. Seconds later, I'm doing a ceremonial dance around the room as I cradle my hurt knuckles. Halfway into the dance, an idea forms in my mind. A crazy, but brilliant idea. What if I ran away? Ditched this inferno and my untrustworthy parents. It’s not like they would miss me, we barely see each other. With the only exception being tonight