Manhattan Youth after school sponsors a creative writing club. Student in the club write stories in different genres. Some favorite genres were horror and fairy tales. Below are two stories selected from the creative writing club. We hope you enjoy them as a part of our newspaper. Please send your feedback to firstname.lastname@example.org
BY THEADORA, BESSIE AND LENA (LEBESORA)
Theadora, Bessie and Lena are all sixth graders at is 276
“Happy Birthday Bella!” My mom exclaimed.
“Thanks mom”. It was just around 9 p.m. and the sun had already settled.
“Oh! I just remembered. I’ve been meaning to give this to you. Your grandma left a gift for you before she past away” My mom handed me a small red velvet box. I opened the box slightly, and caught a glimpse of the diamond ring. But the weird thing was, it looked like a button. I was a bit confused but I put a smile on my face.
“Do you like it?” Mom asked eagerly. Suddenly, a bright blinding light shined in my eyes. I had a sudden vision of my mom shrinking with buttons replacing her usual beautiful blue eyes. I gasped, and stumbled backwards. Then, I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, everything was back to normal. I blinked rapidly several times.
“Um.. are you ok honey? Do you like the ring?”my mom asked looking worried.
I stammered “ The ring’s great mom” I forced a smile onto my face and tried to tell myself that i had imagined it. My head was pounding and my vision blurred. I started walking towards the door.
“Aren’t you going to eat some cake?” my mom called to me.
“No I don’t feel so good. I think i’m going to lie down.” i yelled back. I slammed the door behind me with a thud. I ran up the stairs and stared at the dolls, carefully lined up on a shelf at the top of the stairs. Their Button Eyes started back at me with no emotion. Once I got to my room, I opened the box and stared at the ring. I frowned, there was something strange about the ring. I slipped the ring onto my finger. Nothing happened.
I was crazy to think that something was actually going to happen. I sighed heavily and fell back onto my bed. I was so tired from the long, crazy day. Soon i was fast asleep.
“Isabella…. Isabella..” I woke up with a start and sat up in my bed.
“Isabella….” a haunting voice called out my name, sending chills down my spine. My heart was pounding and i breathed heavily. I looked around but there was no one in my room.
THUMP! Something fell outside my room. I froze in shock, my eyes wide. I couldn’t move. I heard footsteps outside my room and scratches on my door.
“Isabella..” the voice called again.
“Come out, come out” I climbed out of my bed and slowly walked over to the door. The door creaked as I opened it. I looked down and saw a doll standing there. But that wasn’t the only thing. The doll looked exactly like my mom.
The following is an excerpt from a story by Samuel Lee. The story is about girl trapped in her own dreams. Samuel has written eight pages of this story but we hope you enjoy the little snippet below. Samuel is currently a sixth grader at IS 276. Enjoy his work.
Mari… Always remember that you can do anything in your dreams if you try. You can change your life through your dreams. You have that kind of power. Find the key that turns dreams into reality and the entire world will open up for you. But Mari… be careful. If you fall too far into your dreams, you won’t ever wake up.