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.

Don’t miss your LAST chance to win! Submit your original story in response to this week’s final prompt.

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.

Don’t miss your chance to win! Submit your original story in response to this week’s prompt.

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.

Don’t miss your chance to win! Submit your original story in response to this week’s prompt.

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.

Don’t miss your chance to win! Submit your original story in response to this week’s prompt.