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November 07, 2017

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Chloe_BrawerNovember 14, 2017 at 11:35 AM
These are really funny!
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Gaaya #1 TypemasterNovember 26, 2017 at 5:51 PM
*Chuckles* Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
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For You: Part I

by R.A.M

for you "boy"
september tenth two-thousand seventeen
there was a boy. he needed a licence to kill with eyes like his. perfect sun kissed completion, gorgeous, silky chocolate hair. this boy was doing things to her, making her feel like she never had before. chubby cheeks with a rose hue, a genuine smile that always caused her eyes to wrinkle at the mere mention of him. does he know, will he ever know? how with words he wipes her tears away? how loved and appreciated she always feels in his presence? even though she might not receive proper and well needed sleep, it didn't phase her, she would gladly give it all up to exchange late night messages with him. so far this has been approximately one-hundred ten words that force her brain to question what love is and if it is applicable to this specific situation involving herself and him stuck in the middle. does she love him, does she not? as of now she is definitely confident that picking petals off of daisies, puckering h…

Crystal Mastermind: Chapter One

Crystal Mastermind By Chloe B
Edited by: Gaaya N, Robert P, Julia B, Cassidy P, Mariella D, and Kyleigh J

--=The Sixteen=--

Asha - Firewielder - blood color - red (Sis to Kyle) (Age: 8 ) Background story: when parents were in Hawaii, snuck off to Crystal’s to get to know her more as a friend. Bro followed.

Kyle - Frostmolder - blood color - white (Bro to Asha) (Age: 8) Background story; when parents were in Hawaii, sister snuck off to get to know Crystal more; he followed.

Juliet - Weatherbender - blood color - clear (Age: 8 ) (Sis to Violetta and Jamie) Background story; Mum & Pa are scientists for global warming; when parents were in Antartica she and her siblings secretly went over to Crystal’s to meet up with their friends Asha and Kyle (see above).

Violetta - Waterformer - blood color - turquoise (Age: 9 ) (Sis to Juliet and Jamie) Background story; Mum & Pa are scientists for global warming; when parents were in Antartica she and her siblings secretly went over to Crystal’s t…

Stranded: A Short Story

By: Alyssa M.

(Part I)

No light down here. Cold
so cold
stranded
August 17, 2084 I'm so excited. This is the first time that we get to explore the deep ocean. We will discover thousands of new species. It's me and a group of scientists that will explore the place where no light can go. Training starts tomorrow. We start with scuba diving training, then move on to being able to withstand pressure. I’m so excited!

August 19, 2084 First day of training was great, I have been preparing for months. It was a breeze, as of now I'm at the top of my class! I can’t wait to tell my family, my kids will be so excited.

August 27, 2084 It feels weird. I haven’t written in a while. Training is tiring. I think I might be falling behind.
Will write tomorrow…

September 2, 2084 Sorry, I should have written. I’m just so tired. Got to say hi to my family, that's just it, hi. Somet

Minecraft: A Hacked Matrix

By Gaaya N & Chloe B

If you play Minecraft and enjoy fighting fearsome monsters in Survival Mode or unleashing your inner architect in Creative Mode, be wary, as deep within Minecraft’s code lies a hack, one that could release your Minecraft world and the rest of your data into the “void.” Now, don’t worry, Herobrine doesn’t spawn. You don’t have to watch out for that ghostly virus. If you’re searching for a new look, select your Minecraft skin carefully, or else face the wrath of some of the greatest hackers in the world. Since April 17, 2018, there have been 50,000 Minecraft accounts (and counting) that have been infected with the skin virus, according to alphr.com. A cybercriminal might be the best choice for you fantasists out there, but the reality is bored, inexperienced players looking to be amused. The problem with this virus is that parents believe Minecraft to be safe. 43% of Minecraft’s users are under 21, including Gaaya and I. Mojang isn’t screening each upload for a vi…

The Unfinished Book: An Incomplete Story

The Unfinished Book An Incomplete Short Story by Gaaya N

The cold wind rushed against the pages of the worn leather cover. The attic floorboards creaked, as my mother appeared behind the door. She said she had called me for a dinner that was now no more. “Oh come on!” my mother croaked when she saw me with The Book, for she had an dreaded cold. “Oh my dear, why must you look at that old thing?” “It's the 2 anniversary since father…” I trailed off and glanced down at the book icily. “Since he disappeared,” I finished. “Come now dear, let's not think about the past but of the near future!” my mother said in her we-will-not-talk-about-this-anymore-end-of-discussion voice. She led me down the stairs where my supper was ready, lukewarm by now. Alas I didn’t think my journey would end soon, for I had a fascinating discovery...
The End
(What do you think of this story? Leave a comment down below! Also how do you think the story will end? Be as creative and artistic as you desire!)

Error: A Short Story (Part One)

By Gaaya N

“Glitch!”
“Watch your language Dr. Circuit!” The nurse teased. They’d nicknamed him that since he barely slept and worked constantly, like a circuit, a powerful one at that.
“I dropped it….” He said in a mixture of confusion. He never messed up, he never made mistakes. This felt weird to him, like he wished he could burrow himself into the cold, damp concrete floor below them and stay there, where he could never make a mistake again. His pale face started to redden.
Embarrassment. The nurse thought as she watched his face. She’d never seen the doctor in such a vulnerable state. For all the years she’d worked in the nursery, she’d never seen him break a sweat. He’d walk, head tall through the plain white emotionless walls, his bald head matte with the missing shine of worry that the rest of the doctors and nurses got every day.
Snapping back to the present, Nurse G92 bent down to the concrete floor and picked up the chip implant in a fluid movement. …

Shadow of the Lost: A Story (Part 1)

By Chloe B

Prologue: Two figures, one cloaked in white, the other in black. The crunch of the leaves in the clearing is the only sound in the quiet, dense forest. The figures stare at each other for a moment, silent. “Sister,” the white figure says at last, deep and rich like a man’s. The black figure acknowledges her brother with a curt nod of her head. “Brother,” she greets him, her voice breathy and light, rivaling that of a woman. “Darkness is stirring,” the god says. “You must stop it.” “I am aware.” “You are not. Sister, they are coming. You must remember the prophecy. Do you?” The goddess nods, and together in unison, they say, “Dark and Light must unite. Fire and Water must fight. One born with all can stop the world from its fall.” “I’d always thought of it as cryptic,” the goddess says delicately. “But now—I know what it means.”

Chapter 1: Yawn…just a few more minutes… “Wake up!” snaps a voice outside my bedroom door. Then follows a knock that sounds more like a hammer. …

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Konnichiwa: A Short Story (Chapter 2)

By Nina N Chapter 2

I wait patiently for the bus at the top of the hill, fiddling with my purple backpack straps. I’m really nervous. 4 minutes later, Miori comes up the hill with her green backpack, swinging back and forth as she shuffles up the hill.
“Hey,” I say. “Hi. What did you get for lunch? I got onigiri,” she says, as she walks back and forth from the stop sign. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out during lunch,” I reply. All of a sudden, a big yellow bus comes around the bend, passing Fredoka Street. I hold my breath. Miori starts up the to the yellow bus, showing no signs of nervousness. I stand confused, but follow her like a duckling. The bus doors open with a whoosh. I stand in the autumn breeze, too intimidated to move. Miori suddenly gives me an aggressive push. Finally, I move to go up the stairs. I get to the top. Many faces turn to look at me as I walk along the slightly wet aisle from the shoes of the children. I find a nice seat to sit in, as Miori follows me. I t…

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