See See Rider

“Peter! Peter! What are you doing? Peter, what’s wrong?” This is what I remember hearing when I came to the next day, the words spoken in my mother’s voice and coming in between sobs while Daisy was barking ferociously. When my vision came back, I saw my terrified mother curled up and hugging the leg of our kitchen table, tears streaming down her imbued eyes. Daisy was closest to me, stationed between me and my mother, her teeth bared and snapping at me like a shark. “Whoa, hey girl,” I tried

knew it probably would not have been your favorite shirt but I thought it was cute and wanted to wear it.” After, my mom and I walked out to the kitchen and my sister continued talking like she had no clue I was in the room saying, “So, mom did you see how badly she was dressed?” At that point I was absolutely furious because this was not the first time my twenty-seven-year-old sister had attempted getting me in trouble over silly things. I stopped her right there and screamed, “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM

Vroom! Vroom! ‘Just a few inches more,’ called Alexander. Easing back on the clutch, Doctor Melilot reversed the camper van inch by inch, until a few minutes later he cut out the engine. Without even a bump or a scratch, he had reversed into the mouth of Smugglers Cave. But when he tried to open his door it hit the wall with a clunk. And when Alexander tried the passenger door, he realised they were stuck. As stuck as a schmuck in a truck! ‘I’ve blocked the entrance, so we’ll go out the rear door

Some even referred to the writer as a child-prodigy. Honestly, while first reading Bryant, we thought to ourselves that his work should not be written as verses on paper. Rather, they should be displayed on a wall with vivid colors for the world to see. As one sits down to read Bryant, I’m sure they were in as much surprise as we were. His descriptions so vivid, his personification so lifelike, we fell in love. Bryant did not just explore nature; he embodied it. As one would notice, he often pulled

It was a cold and rainy November night. I can almost hear the sound of my bulky rain boots running on the wet road. My friends, Danny, Haley, Carl, Adam, and I were walking up and down the road with each other like we did every Saturday night. My best friend Haley lived right down the street from the boys, so we would always spend time together on nights like these. We all knew the neighborhood like the back of our hands. Except for carl, it was his first time experiencing what we liked to

be waiting for them, others would stay with family members or friends; as for Adam, he headed towards a lodge to spend the night. The next morning, Adam was fully prepared to begin in his journey in making his fame. His plan was to go up north and see what treasures he could find. Four hours into his journey, and Adam had already began to experience a whole new world. He wrote every single detail down in his journal like the diverse species of birds and small beasts, as well as the exotic plants

humans from the future sent holograms to trap us here. I need to understand their motive to know my next move. I need to wait. I need to find my friends first. Waiting is the absolute worst. Standing last in a crowd of loud lines, I examine myself to see if my clothes are ruined, my skin shrunken or decayed, my hair burnt off. Same fleece lined hooded coat, short black boots, jeans. My curly, long hair not singed away. The silver heart ring from Dominick and the charm bracelet from Rita, reminders

“Good night,” said Zach. “Good night,” said Britney Later that night Britney had an very odd dream…. Britney was walking down the street, when a swarm of crows came by her and swooped under her. The birds would attack Britney, though when they struck her the crows would fall to the ground and perish. She tried to fly away from these birds, though she couldn’t. This went on for a while until Britney managed to wake herself up. When Britney awakened, she was out of breath and sweating. “Why are you

This time, I did not wake up to the smell of soup lingering in the air but the horrible smell of sewage and trash. I jolted up until I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Okay. Tell me exactly what you saw. You were literally twitching and screaming in your sleep!” Devin declared, “Your screams were so loud, you woke up Hayden!” I explained everything I had seen, the scenes, and in most detail, the encounter between The hooded figure, and The Rule Guards. Devin just groaned. “So, you are telling me

bombarded with Crime Alerts from the University of Iowa Department of Public Safety. Normally I brush these messages off and continue to enjoy my weekend, but this time it was different. My floormates in my dorm call me over urgently, “Maxx, did you see the crime alert in the email? We think it was Christian (Name changed for privacy).” Not for one second did I believe that it was Christian, but my