The strong winds lashing at my face make me wish I had never come up this hill. Trudging through all the tall grass and slick ground, I check my monitor, making sure I’m going in the right direction to the right place. The green flashing light moving slowly on the light gray trail telling me that, unfortunately, I am. My mind flees to this morning when I received an email telling me that the current mail carrier had fallen ill the night before, leaving me with her commission in my burdened hands. I wonder if this is all a prank, my brother’s idea of “loving” me.
No Escape by Declan C
There I was running as fast as I could, through downtown, passing screaming mothers, fathers, and children, that were running too. I risked a quick glance back, and the wave of lava and fire seemed to see me and loomed larger as it was coming after me. I make a quick right and a building with hundreds of people jumping out the windows crashes down mere feet from me. I do some quick thinking, look back and the wave looks like a fiery brick wall, so I take a chance and run through the building. The inside is full of broken beams and cement, it’s hard to get through and i'm second guessing this decision to go through the building, which is tipped on its side and held little oxygen. Somehow, I reach the end but before I step out. I see a half dead hand poking out of the rubble and piles of broken cement.
We've all been there: it didn't seem like a consequential decision, but it ended up being a disaster. In this engaging personal narrative, Kendra describes in painful detail what it's like to go through something like this. Click "Read more" to read her story and then comment below with your thoughts.
I know some people like critters--mice, rats, possums, squirrels--but they drive me insane. Maybe it's the endless battles trying to keep them out of my garden or from attacking my chickens. And then there's the issue explore in this excellent personal narrative by 6th grader Ivy B. It's a long read, but definitely worth it!
Hi I’m Olly, and I’m a volleyball. The team is using me for a game. This is my perspective of it…
Ouch! Where do all those hits come from? Oh no someone is tossing me up, and I know what’s coming next. BAM! I hit the floor. The crowds cheering, whistles blowing, hopefully it will be over soon. But no, they throw me to the over team and it starts all over again. And sometimes, the players hit me so hard, to where I hit someone’s face and blood goes everywhere! I didn’t know I was that strong. Will the bullying ever stop? After the “game” they just put me in basket with the other volleyballs like I’m nothing. While they’re going out to dinner! Like do I get a celebration? Nope. The other volleyballs know what i’m talking about, we experience this every day! Isn’t this a no place for hate school? Then there’s the second half. Again, they keep hitting me like I’m nothing. I hate being a volleyball.
This personal narrative, submitted by 7th grader Annie C, is pretty much the only reason I'd ever go to Alabama. Click read more to see if you agree.
I've been looking forward to posting this story since Kate first told me about the idea. It's a long and satisfying read; it's truly some of the best writing I've seen this year. Thanks for sharing, Kate!
Check out this descriptive, intense story by 7th grader Melanie K. Great work!
This chilling tale was submitted just in time for Halloween. Enjoy and leave your comments after the story.
Oh, and don't forget to lock your windows at night.
What follows is our very first thriller posted to the OHWP. Warning: some readers may be terrified!