Tag: summer stories

Summer Stories – Week 8 Winner

Congratulations to Emani E., grade 7, at Twin Hickory Area Library! Emani’s short story was randomly selected as this week’s Summer Stories Teen Writing Contest winner. Emani will receive a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith.

Week 8 Prompt:
While walking home from school one afternoon you meet a talking car/ bike/ skateboard (pick one)

Emani’s Winning Story:

I was on my way back from school. I hadn’t found Robyn. Her parents said she had gone out with Irene. Anger boiled up inside of me. Robyn had been going out with Irene instead of me. I had yelled at her. She had been giving me the silent treatment for weeks. I had come to apologize. We lived in a place with a lot of gangs. So I had to be careful. Just then I saw a golden bike.

“Hi!” I think it said. I stared.

“Well, don’t just stand there! WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME! ROBYN IS BEING CHASED BY A GANG!” it cried. I hopped onto the bike. I rode like my life depended on it. Which Robyn’s did. I then saw Robyn standing in the alley. A group of boys were creeping up on her.

“ROBYN!” I screamed “GET ON!” Robyn obeyed and I rode off.
“What is it ?” Robyn said. I took a breath.
I said.  “This may sound weird, but I think a bike just saved your life.”

Week 7 — Summer Stories Winner

Congratulations to Anna S., grade 10, at Tuckahoe Area Library! Anna’s short story was randomly selected as this week’s Summer Stories Teen Writing Contest winner. Anna will receive a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith.

Week 7 Prompt:  Your main character is granted the power to give another person a superpower. Who do they pick? How to they choose them? Why?

Anna’s Winning Story:
When I heard Minnie had been diagnosed with stage four cancer it struck me hard. All my life had always been there for me. I knew it was time for me to step up and be her hero. I felt lame and useless visiting her, it shocked me to see her lying there all pale and weak. Her previously rich sweet voice had dropped down to a raspy whisper, and her curly black hair was all gone.
That night as I lay awake in bed, a memory jarred me and I realized what I could do. The memories swirled around me as I picked up the silver key and lock. I remembered how Minnie had slapped me hard for saying I was worthless, I remembered her hands slipping the silver lock and key into mine, how it would bring one wish to reality if I unlocked it.
So the next time I sat down by her hospital bed, I asked her a question.
“Minnie, what’s the thing you want most?”
“I always wanted to fly around the world with you.” She said with a little smile.
“With me?” I said in shock “Why?”
“I want everyone to know with no doubt that you are my friend.” she whispered.
“Well Minnie…” I whispered, turning the key in the lock. “I wish that we could fly around the world together.”
And as I pulled her out of bed, I could see a glimpse of Minnie just the way she had always been.

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Summer Stories — Week 6 Winner

Congratulations to Divyansh S., grade 7, at Twin Hickory Area Library! Divyansh’s short story was randomly selected as this week’s Summer Stories Teen Writing Contest winner. Divyansh will receive a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith.

Week 6 Prompt:  It was a dark and stormy night….

Divyansh’s Winning Story:
It was a dark and stormy night, dark clouds coated the moon like coatings of paint on a wall. Rain pounded on us like a hammer on a nail. We were lost and hungry, trying to find our way back home. We hoped this rain would stop and the light of the moon would come to guide us the way, but it never did. In fact, it did the complete opposite, more layers of dark clouds covered the moon, and more rain pounded on our worn out bodies. In the distance we could see a house. The wood was torn and the windows were shattered. My friends and I were desperate for food, so we took a deep breath and entered the house.

There were shelves loaded with tons of dusty books. We could see that the chandelier light was still on. Dust covered the dining table, but there was still food in lying on the table. We started shoving the delicious food in our mouth without hearing footsteps from the stairs. When we saw the room’s light turn on we all froze. The last thing I remember after that were sounds of screams and howls from the night sky. I could no longer see my friends, and there was only one thing in my mind, RUN.

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Summer Stories — Week 5 Winner

Congratulations to Sophie L., grade 12, at Tuckahoe Area Library! Sophie’s short story was randomly selected as this week’s Summer Stories Teen Writing Contest winner. Sophie will receive a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith.

Week 5 Prompt: You win a trip to the International Space Station as a Cosmic Student Ambassador. Tell us all about what you experience. Who do you meet?

Sophie’s Winning Story:
It went like this. I was a ghost. Not because I wanted to be a ghost, but because I was forced to be a ghost.
It had happened suddenly. One moment, I was being welcomed aboard the International Space Station, the first in a line of prestigious, over-achieving student ambassadors. The next moment, a was a ghost, ripped from my body by a corporeal manifestation of a possibly polluted alien life form. I now hung in the air, inches from the ceiling, my transparent tendrils of arms bleeding into each other like a Sunday morning fog.

My previous body tilted its head up and smiled at me. Pink hair, pink eyes, pink lips formed into an innocent smile. It was the only creature in the highly technological entrance hallway that seemed to notice my ethereal presence. Cameras flashed as it walked through the large chrome archway into a spacious dining area. A long table was set up for an intergalactic feast. That was supposed to be my feast.

It sat down next to a cute, north-eastern type girl, who immediately offered it a drink of pink lemonade. That was supposed to be my pink lemonade.
Everything except my new form was held in place by the false gravity resulting from the rotation of the station. As my ghastly body passed through the metallic ceiling, I looked down to see my old face. Pink lips mouthed the word. Goodbye.

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Summer Stories — Week 4 Winner

Congratulations to Rebekah C., grade 6, at Gayton Branch Library! Rebekah’s short story was randomly selected as this week’s Summer Stories Teen Writing Contest winner. Rebekah will receive a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith.

Week 4 Prompt: Your main character and their friends are walking through a neighborhood when they see an abandoned house. After getting up the nerve to check it out, they open the door…

Rebekah’s Winning Story:
“Come on Kensie!” my friends yell. “It’s abandoned, we aren’t going to get caught!” I roll my eyes, and say, “Haven’t you guys heard of haunted houses? Ghosts? Kids who go into abandoned houses never coming out again?” My argument apparently doesn’t concern my friends, because Joy grabs my arm, and drags me in. The floorboards creak under my feet. Spiderwebs glimmer in the light sneaking through the cracks in the wall.

Suddenly Joy screams. She plunges down through the floor. I hear a splat, then it’s still. One kid down, three more to go. Unconcerned, Robbie and Brittany continue on. I yell to their receding backs, “Let’s leave NOW, before something else happens!” Before they can turn, something else happens. Both suddenly crumple to the floor, moaning, “It’s the tail, the tail!” What tail? I wonder. Too late I find out. A bright pink scorpion stings me in the leg. The last thing I think is, I was the one who told them not to go in.

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Summer Stories — Week 3 Winner

Congratulations to Arjun T., grade 11, at Twin Hickory Area Library! Arjun’s short story was randomly selected as this week’s Summer Stories Teen Writing Contest winner. Arjun will receive a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith.

Week 3 Prompt: You find out that you had a great aunt you never knew about who has died and left you a home in a foreign country…

Arjun’s Winning Story:
As I read my great-aunt’s will, I kept pondering my inclusion in it. Raised by a solitary uncle after my parents’ death, I never knew the rest of my family – Uncle Charlie never cared much for his relatives, and I guess it rubbed off on me. For the life of me, I couldn’t fathom why my great-aunt even mentioned me in the will, let alone leave me her house in Europe.
I walked out the lawyer’s office, still curious, but a little worried. As I mindlessly fiddled with my phone, my mind stayed fixed on the house as I wrestled with what to do next. The answer came surprisingly quickly, and within the next week, I was headed to Switzerland.

The little cottage stood at the top of a grassy knoll, surrounded by bucolic scenery. Relaxed, I opened the door and walked in. Unlike the rest of the house, the bedroom was the only area where there was no space to place anything. It was a spacious room, full of photos and images – many faces in the pictures were of my parents, Uncle Charlie, and some of which I believed to be my great aunt. Through the pictures, I started to learn more about my parents and their life. The voids which were in my heart through my whole life began to be filled with memories of my past. This new house gave me a new past, a new present, and a beginning to a new future.

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Summer Stories – Week 2 Winner

Congratulations to Andrea W., grade 9, at Varina Area Library! Andrea’s short story was randomly selected as this week’s Summer Stories Teen Writing Contest winner. Andrea will receive a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith.

Week 2 Prompt:
You find a very old, leather bound book at the library. It’s very worn and stained and has an odd, faintly spicy smell. It also has a lock on it. You ask the librarian about it and she looks at you very carefully and then, after looking to see that there is no one else around, she winks and hands you a very old key…

Andrea’s Winning Story:
Everyday after school I walked home and passed an old library that looked abandoned. One spring day, I decided to go into the library and see for myself how it looked. Walking into the neglected library, I saw nobody there except for a scrawny, elderly woman sitting at the front desk. Peering at me over her book, she dismissed my presence. I skimmed down the aisles as I looked for a booked that sparked my interest and then I saw it. I picked a ragged brown book with a chain that had a lock at the end of it off the dusty shelf. The book smelled of mold and old cheese. I fiddled with the lock to see if it would break, but nothing happened. Scanning the room I saw the librarian peering at me over her book. She quickly returned to reading once she had seen me glancing at her. Trying my best to be brave, I went up to the slender lady and asked her in a timid voice why this was the only book that had a lock on it. Reaching into the drawer, she handed me a small silver key. Anxious to see what was inside I scurried over to a table and hastily opened the book. Inside the book there were individual letters that were highlighted and it seemed to spell out a word. I recognized the letters spelled out my name! “What could this mean?” I asked myself. “Only one way to find out!”

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Summer Stories – Week 1 Winner

Congratulations to Reenie T., grade 7, at Twin Hickory Area Library! Reenie’s short story was randomly selected as this week’s Summer Stories Teen Writing Contest winner. Reenie will receive a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith.

Week 1 Prompt:
You find something unexpected in your pocket. How did it end up there, and how does it affect your story?

Reenie’s Winning Story:
I press my hand into my pocket, searching for proof that yesterday was real.
Flashbacks; the sound of a laugh echoing, as a burst of laughter explodes from inside. A sandwich, one that we had made together in my kitchen, joking around and teasing each other.
A golden locket, delicate yet well worn, rests in my hand. It’s cold and smooth, and bursts of color flood through my mind, the memories piecing together.
She had worn this locket since she was five, when her grandmother was on her deathbed and pressed the locket into her granddaughter’s hand. Yet, here it was, in my hand, not around her neck.
Her eyes flash back to me, looking at me with a smile as she asked me to hold onto it for her. Just for a little while. When I asked why, she hesitated and told me that she couldn’t explain it but things would clear up. It wasn’t a good time. She couldn’t explain it yet.
She hugged me, jumped into her car, and drove off with a wave.

I didn’t know yesterday that when she waved goodbye, she really was waving goodbye.
Traces of her scent still linger on the locket, and, to my surprise, a tear slides down my face. It was the only evidence that she was truly and utterly gone.
I look up, remembering that I wasn’t alone. My fingers tighten and I slide the locket back into my pocket.
“Yes,” I choke out. “She’s really gone.”

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