Last Night (William’s class) By Peri Gordon, 11 The seat of my wool couch scratched my legs fiercely. The whir of the breeze through the window echoed in my mind, calling for vengeance. I wrinkled...

And the feeling surged through her body. Althoughshe was unsure what exactly it was, the feeling was bold and clear, it made her feel as thoughshe could do anything. Suddenly, the impossible seemed only a...

A Day of Games By Aditi Nair, 12 Andtheskybluewavesreflectedasilveryglow,eagerlyinvitingchildrentodivein.Thewaves bouncedaroundinjoy,encompassingeveryspaceofthesmalllagoonlikeablackhole devouringeverythinginitsvicinity.Thecuriousandcarefreefromthelotponderedaboutallof the adventurous games they could play. “Let’sgoin!Thewavesarecallingus,”oneofthemcriedashetrudgedhiswaythroughthewet sand and knee-deep water. Theysoonfoundasmallstreamflowingintotheocean’sdepthsandpromptlyfollowedthe smoothcurrents.Waves,bigandsmall,crashedonthechildrenleavingafoamyaftermathof grittycrystalsandshellfragments.Purpleflowersandbrightgreenleaves–alongtheshoreline– addedcolorandlifetowhatseemedlikeanever-endingwinter.Ceruleanblueandshadesof turquoisedancedinharmony,engagingthechildrenasthewavesbouncedthemlikeastray buoy. Andtheoceandidnotstopplayingwiththem;withtheirexcitementquicklyrising,theysoon forgotaboutthefast-pacedcurrentsandventuredfurtherandfurtheruntiltheynoticedthatthe shore had disappeared. The unforgiving...

The Dance of the Sea Rays of orange evening sunlight flew down the coastline,taking a calm breeze and charming birdcalls along. A stripof street, shimmering into the sunset glow, separated the sea from generalhumanity; vehicles...

Two friends took a walk listening to the birds chirping, the peaceful sense of quiet that nothing other than nature could quite hold. The delicate branches of a Kwanzan Cherry tree swaying in the breeze....

The subway (Conner) In boston there is an old subway and this subway doesnot go underground like these modern ones do now and all the entrances all closedoff, but there is one door you may...

Sensibility And when she was picked, she had long hair. Long,flowing hair, dark as the night sky, which never seemed to be blue, and dark as the colors ofthe witches cloaks, which were always pulled...