• Gates to Asphodel, Chapter 7

    Corey groaned and turned over in bed. The sun was just beginning to rise, so she knew it was early, too early to be awake. But she’d spent most of the night awake. The image of Mrs. Allen staring her straight in the eye wouldn’t leave her head. She wasn’t looking forward to her second day of school. She shut her eyes tightly, willing herself back to sleep, for those last few blissful hours. Oh, how she wished it were summer still! Or that she was in the third grade already. The current third graders were already raving about Mr. Thomas. He was supposed to be one of the best…

  • A bird’s sight of school

    In honor of the start of school: Like an eagle flying Above breaks and cracks In the cliffs So very high I would like to fly Just like a pigeon. To fly over the school And watch everything. To see the hustle and bustle Of the hurrying students From class to class So they are not late. Some run as fast As a fleet footed deer While others run With heavy bags upon their backs. Then the bell rings And the birds sing Before the silence is broken By the students in P. E. To fly by an open door And see, maybe, a student snore In the most boring…

  • A Class Story

    Ashley: About time we started. Once upon a time there was a unicorn. Ben: Beautiful as he could be. But one day an evil witch came to him. Carrie: Curses she threw in abundance until he became a little boy. Daisy: Darling as he was, a poor shepherd and his wife took him in. Ethan: Evan though they came to love him, he seemed to be very strange. Fred: For breakfast he ate grass, for lunch he had dandelion heads, and dinner was a plate of leaves. George: Gentle to all, he ignored little boy toys and pranced in the meadows. Helen: He befriended the other unicorns and shocked the…