Stories
The Sharpener Murderer
Was it the sugar or the soda, the immense silence or the intense headache? Or was it my very own curiosity that slowly began to crawl into my head, leading me to such a foolish state?
I was in grave need of a pencil, for I was not an owner of one. I looked around for anyone who was willing to share a pencil. I glanced to my right, but all I saw were sweaty people struggling to get their work done. Nerds, I thought. I glanced to my left and miraculously found my friend pull out a pencil hidden deep in the veins of her pencil-case.
I grabbed the pencil and stared at it with mere disgust. “This is your idea of a pencil?” I asked, for I was holding a 3 inch pencil, reasonably the size of a peanut. And that’s when it hit me.
“You will meet your doom oh useless 3 inch pencil…” I told it. An uncontrollable laugh slipped out of me. I went up to the electric sharpener that my teacher had currently bought, and found that my obnoxious friend had followed me. My friend wore a scared expression on her face.
“You’re not going to do what I think you’re going to do, are you?” she asked cautiously. Her eyes, I noticed were pleading with me to stop any mischief I was up to. However, unlike my goody-two-shoes friend here, I wasn’t going to spend my afternoon suffering doing history until 3:15. So I slowly began to push the 3 inch pencil inside the sharpener. My heart was pounding with inviting excitement.
The pencil was too small and it wouldn’t go in. I began to push a little harder and still received no response. Starting to feel frustrated, I slammed the pencil inside the sharpener. The familiar roar of the sharpener broke into my ears. Satisfied, I started smiling at my friend, who looked pale enough to be dead.
“Don’t worry, I mean what’s the worst that can happen?” I told her. After a while, I decided that it was time the sharpener stopped eating my pencil. When I reached towards the sharpener, the pencil was gone!
“What…? Where did it go?” I asked putting on a worried and a confused look on my face. How could the pencil be gone when I could still hear the deafening roar of the sharpener? Then, common sense slapped me across the face. I knelt down and looked inside the sharpener and sure enough, there was my pencil, now the size of a thumbtack. I tried to reach into the tiny hole with my pinky to at least stop the pencil from going any further. But it was no good. The pull of the sharpener was way stronger then the pull of my nail. The sharpener and I played tug-of-war for a few seconds…and guess who won?
“So x plus y would equal- Tarim, stop sharpening and sit down!” bellowed my teacher. I could barely hear her over the noise of the sharpener. I let go of the pencil and cupped my ears.
“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you!” I yelled. Suddenly we all heard a shrill scream coming from the sharpener. I spun towards the sharpener and terror poured into my eyes. The sharpener was now eating the pencil’s metallic butt. I turned to my friend for help, but found that she had ditched me. Anger rose into me like lava rising in a volcano. How could she leave me in a situation like this? I shot her a menacing look and she just waved back. My face was red enough to be a tomato.
The scream of the sharpener was now an ear-piercing noise. I covered my ears as everyone else did-and ran for safety. The class headed for the door-screaming their heads off. But our scream was nothing more then a whimper compared to the sharpener’s scream. Just as we were about to touch the door, the sharpener exploded! Literally! I saw many pieces soaring through the air, shattering as they came in contact with anything solid.
“Take Cover!!!” shrieked my teacher. We all fell to the floor and hid under the nearest desk for the sake of our lives. Pencil shavings sprinkled around the classroom. Everyone glared at me and my friends.
“Don’t look at us, she did It.” said one of my friends pointing towards me. The others nodded their heads in agreement. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed; I wished that I were invisible just then.
I had always promised myself that I would never do anything stupid in public. But destroying my teacher’s totally new sharpener by smashing a tiny pencil inside just because I was bored is probably the most stupidest thing I have ever done in my life. In other words, I murdered a sharpener.
The sharpener was now as silent as death itself. The pencil shavings resembled mountains of dust. The shattered pieces moaned-and I swear they were laughing at me! My teacher poked her head out of her desk and gave a huge sigh of relief.
“All clear, it’s safe to come out now.” Our teacher assured us. We all struggled out of our desks and an excited buzz started up.
I tried to blend in, to hide from my teacher. But my disguise didn’t work. I saw her marching towards me with a look that didn’t seem very pleasant. I was in for some trouble, big trouble. My friends took one look at my teacher and fled, leaving me alone. I looked around but it was too late to escape now. I was in my teachers evil clutches and there was no way out. “Uh oh, help me…!” I whispered to particularly no one but myself. I turned my head away and started to walk between the rows of mountain dust, but something rolled under me causing me to slip and fall-hard! And right next to the sole of my shoe lay the evil thing that caused all this, the idea, the big bang, and then stopped my escape. There beside my shoe, lay a two-inch pencil.
Tarim Farzana, 13
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Principal Attack!
"Heads UP!" I duck as soon as I hear it and just as I do, a banana flies through the room and misses my head by about a millimeter! That was a close one. "Watch Out Everyone!" I pick up a platter of fruit and throw it towards a group of people. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Their screams are earsplitting, yet hilarious.
Just as I'm about to take cover once again, a potato, as fast as a speeding bullet, splatters all over my face! Not only do I look ridiculous, it hurt too! But I don't care, as long as I get Mitchell back. I pick up a big egg. How did it survive and who in the world would bring one to school? Oh well, it's here now and thats all that matters.
Just as I catapult the egg towards Mitchell, the principal walks in. "Oh No!" Now I am desperately hoping it hits Mitchell. Then my worst nightmare comes true. Mitchell ducks and the egg flies straight into the principals face!
I follow Mr.Cashin into his office. I can tell by the look on his egg covered face, I'm not here for tea and biscuits.
"Sit." Just by him saying the one word, I know I'm in for it.
"Now, Alisha, could you please explain to me what was going through your mind when you let go of that egg?" He asked surprisingly calmly.
"Well-" I start.
"Try to relax a little." He says.
"Okay, well there was sort of a food fight and as you can see, Mitchell hit me with a potato, so I wanted to get him -" I was stopped mid-sentence again.
"How many times have I told everyone there is to be no food fights!"
"Sorry Mr.Cashin, it's just that-"
"I don't care for your excuses anymore! Bring all of your friends to my office tomorrow and you'll see when I say no more, I mean no more."
"Yes Mr.Cashin." I walk out, grab my bag and prepare myself for an ear bashing.
The next day, I gather my friends as I was told and brought them with me to the principals office, that's when the most unlikely events occurred.
Mr.Cashin was nowhere to be seen as we walked in, but when we sat down, we could see him crystal clear, Without warning, he jumped up from underneath his desk and slammed an egg into my face! "How do you like it?" Then he threw a freshly made chocolate cake at the rest of the girls. You should have seen him, he went crazy! He started to jump around as if he had been taken over by a crazy monkey! "AAAAAAAAAAnd thank you for your understanding. You may go now." I walked out with confused thoughts but thats just the way things were.
The End.
Oh and one more thing. Just to let you know, all of my friends that walked out of his office that day, haven't been the same since. But not me. I don't know, maybe I'm just immune to crazy people.
And once again, the final...
THE END!
Shaelyn Camilleri, 13 years Old (Written when I was11 years old)
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The Monster
THE MONSTER
--N.S.Ranjan
And then Kruger suddenly woke up and saw that the door was open. He slowly stood up and then woke up his friends. Then they saw the monster sitting aside and were looking at the other hens. Kruger and his friends slowly got down and escaped from the cage. But their hard work was gone in vain when they saw that they were all in a huge closed room. Kruger was disappointed but still he tried to find a way out.
Suddenly Kruger got into room and to his astonishment he saw that the other hens were being cut into pieces on a table and the blood was oozing out of them. He was in fear that he might also be killed in same way as the others were being. He told his friends to stay in a safe place till he would find a way to escape and he roamed all over for about an hour. After sometime, he found Aunt Ryle through a hole in the corner of the closed room. He struggled a lot by keeping a stick into the hole and showing gestures that he was been locked in the room.
Aunt Ryle who was out of the room in the forest came with some of her friends. Aunt Ryle with others tried to make the hole enough for Kruger and others to come out. After half-an-hour, they made the hole. Kruger slowly called his friends and suddenly the monster came into the room to take some more hens to cut them. Kruger was careful and without waiting a minute Kruger took all his friends near the hole and first sent his friends out and when they all were all gone Kruger was about to come out of the hole then the monster saw it escaping and immediately threw his knife on to it and within a moment Kruger’s body was divided into two. When the monster saw some hens were escaping, he sounded the alarm.
Aunt Ryle took all of them into the interiors of the forest where the monsters cannot reach. They all silently sat there for a moment .Then one of them said “How sad it is that who had given us life by making us escape, is dead. How kind hearted he was! But who killed him?” “It was the monster.” said the other. Then Aunt Ryle said, “I’ve seen it, it wasn’t the monster, the cruel being who doesn’t value life is the man.”
“He who doesn’t value life doesn’t deserve it.”
N.S.Ranjan\14
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MY PARENTS
My parents are always there for me whenever i'm sick ,weak or strong .
My parents always set the right example for me and my brother Joshua .
I love my parents for guiding and protecting me with all the security i need.
Sometimes i dont want to obey my parents, but then i remember the Lord said, "Children Obey Your Parents " therefore i know i have to obey them.
Kadine W. 11 years old of Independence city primary
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Fire in The Barn
Once in a faraway palace, there lived a young and beautiful princess named Andrea. She loved her mother dearly. But one very cold day Andrea's mother went to collect some hay from a barn not far from the palace. She wished to make some warm clothes for her lovely daughter. There in the barn stood a wise old man. When the princess's mother arrived, the wise old man said, "wouldn't go in if I were you". The mother stopped for a second but continued to go in, ignoring the man's warning. There she didn't notice two wooden sticks in front of her. Her only focus was on the haystack. When she stepped on the sticks, her feet got tangled and scrubbed the sticks together causing a flame. The mother tripped and had her long, golden, silky skirt catch on fire. The fire expanded and reached her threaded coat. By now the fire reached her neck. The whole barn set on fire, leaving the poor mother inside unable to speak, for the fire probably had reached her, and covered her face.
After a week, Andrea had come to know that her mother got burned in the fire. She was so hurt inside that she started weeping quietly so her father wouldn't hear. Unfortunately he did hear. As soon as he heard a tear drop on the ground, he raced in Andrea's room and held her close to him very tightly, that poor 5 year old Andrea fell dizzy and fainted. But when she awoke, her father didn't even ask how she felt. He just started scolding her. "Listen little girl, you only lost one thing. Not the whole palace. It's not like you lost the most precious thing!!!" he shouted. As he was walking away turning his back on Andrea, Andrea softly, but sadly said, "I did lose the most precious person, not thing. A mother.". Andrea's father got angry but couldn't control himself when Andrea said, "What if I lost you. Wouldn't you want to be remembered?" It wasn't very long when Andrea went flying to the window causing blood to appear in her nose. Now she was covered with blood. From head to toe. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the palace shivering. The door was closed. When she tried to open it with her freezing cold hand, she realized that her very own father had just locked her out. Leaving her as a street bagger.
Andrea found a box on the far side of the road. She dragged it to a nearby forest and crawled inside. It was pretty warm but terribly dirty. But Andrea didn't cry, for she didn't want to disobey her father who disobeyed her mother by not accepting Andrea as his daughter.
Years passed and by now Andrea was 13. She was no longer in that crampy old box anymore. No. Now she was in a cave that a nice gentle bear owned. It was terribly cozy. One day the bear asked Andrea, "Sweet child, for days I've been noticing that whether you smile or not, you still show misery on your face. Has there been any loss?". Andrea sighed and told the bear about how her mother never appeared from the barn and that it caught on fire. How her father had slapped her and kicked her out of the palace and leaved her on the streets. And how she had found a box where she stayed in. "You know the rest" she said. "I'm so sorry." said the bear.
"Don't open them yet" said the bear as he lead Andrea to a schoolyard. When Andrea opened her eyes she was crowded by kids who looked amazed by how chanting Andrea was. But most kids focused on Andrea's crown. It was golden with real jewels with all sorts of colors. Then the bear said, "Dear Andrea, don't let that sorrow stay and rot in your heart like an apple. Let it go. Make the misery fly away. Start a new life. Now I'm your father, and I'll be there for you no matter what.". A warm feeling spread on her like fire. She was feeling a new relationship.
After 9 or 10 years, Andrea got married to a handsome prince named Ronald. Of corse, now Ronald had been through the same as Andrea, but in a different way. You see, right before Andrea's mother died she let the secret child in her womb out and threw him out of the barn, so he wouldn't burn. Surprisingly, the little baby boy landed in the wise old man's arms. So in other words, instead of marring a prince, Andrea married her very own brother! But Andrea never found out, and she never will. Same with Ronald. And as usual stories, this one as well ends with, and they lived happily ever after. THE END
Tarim Farzana /age:11
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