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J’Davidia Nichar Grade 9 Simpsonville
Six Word Stories
“Life doesn’t stop, so keep mov-ing...” Serenity Johnson Grade
10 Sumter
“Now let’s go home, to Aurellia.” Nicholas Newell Grade 12
Surfside Beach “Football takes away pain in life.” Dabreon Derrick
Grade 10 North Charleston “You don’t live now, you’ll regret.”
Abigail Watson Grade 12 Cayce
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Untitled Short Story Jeffery slowly waddled through the freshly
fallen snow that blanketed the frozen lake he was crossing. The
bright, beautiful sun was just com-ing up over the huge mountains
in the distance. The strong winds that came with the sunlight had
blown away the storm clouds from the previous cold night. This left
the sky barren and blue. Nor-mally this would be a beautiful day,
but Jeffery’s heart felt as cold as the snow that surrounded his
feet. He had been trying to suppress his painful emotions for weeks
now; but each day he did it just made him feel more empty and dead
inside. Jeffery slowing came to a stop and realized that he had not
preened his feathers today and that he could die from the cold if
he did not take care of himself properly. As he methodically went
over every inch of his small fluffy body to make sure his feathers
were matted down he thought of his Mom and Dad. He remembered how
they had brayed at him for forgetting to preen himself when he had
first hatched out of his egg. At the time it had made him upset and
angry, but now he real-ized they did it for his own good. Then his
thoughts began to wander to the horrible event that had occurred a
few weeks earlier. As soon as those bad thoughts popped into
Jeffery's head he forcefully pushed them out. As Jeffery quickly
waddled on towards the distant mountains his stomach began to growl
and he knew he was as hungry as a polar bear. He knew he could
easily peck a hole in the thinning ice and catch a fish; but
stopping meant thinking about his parents. Deciding he would eat
when he reached the edge of the frozen lake, Jeffery wad-dled on.
Winter was almost over and the sun light stretched across the
frozen lake like waves across the ocean. The lake continuously made
popping sounds as the ice slowly melted away.
Suddenly there was a ear-splitting crack and the ice a short
distance behind Jeffery split in two. The crack had made Jeffery
jump quickly around and as he stared at the break in the ice bad
mem-ories flooded his mind uncontrollably. Jeffery could see his
mother emerging from the edge of the vast ocean with a fish in her
mouth. “See” she said, “it's easy”. Just as little Jeffery leaned
for-ward to take the fish from his mother's beak; she was
forcefully pulled back under the water. Jef-fery's father, who had
been standing beside him, quickly launched himself into the water
after her. In shock, Jeffery began to back away from the edge of
the water. A few seconds that seemed like hours passed before there
was a loud crack-ing noise and a gigantic monster emerged from the
ice with Jeffery's mother in it's jaws. The mon-ster looked very
strange; it did not have feet but it had large flippers and a tail
instead. It did not have a beak either, but It had long sharp tusks
that it had used to pierce his mother. The massive beast began to
lurch forward to-wards Jeffery, but as it did Jeffery's father
emerged from the ocean and began to wrestle with it. Without
thinking Jeffery waddled away as fast as he possibly could, and he
never looked back. Now Jeffery found himself alone; crossing this
lake in an attempt to find a reason to live. He felt like crying,
but he decided not to because he knew it would not solve any of his
problems. He shook off the cold once again and continued to-wards
the mountains and the edge of the lake that lay before them.
Jeffery began to think that he would never feel happy and complete
ever again. He knew he just needed to focus on get-ting off of this
dangerous, melting lake. He was almost there. As he approached the
bank he
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Untitled Cont’d heard a faint squawking noise. Jeffery's first
thought was his mother, but he quickly realized that this was
impossible. As he scanned the bank for the source of the noise he
spotted another penguin. She was just close enough for him to
observe her beauty. As she waddled towards him, he watched the way
she swayed back and forth in the harsh, cold wind. He listened to
the beautiful sound of her voice calling to him, as if she was
telling him eve-rything was gonna be alright. As she got closer he
saw that she had a fish in her beak, but Jeffery didn't even feel
hungry and weak anymore. He felt strong and empowered. Jeffery
began to return the call as loud as he could. When she got about
ten feet from Jeffery she stopped and placed the fish on the white
snow in front of her tiny feet. Neither one of them moved or made a
sound, the just stared at each other. As Jeffery studied her, he
thought that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in
his entire, short life. Her beauty reminded him of his mother and
her strong eyes reminded him of his father. Jeffery the Penguin
could see his whole life in her eyes; his past, present, and future
all in two small black beady circles. Without saying a word or
making any noise the small, beautiful penguin motioned with her
head for Jeffery to pick up the fish and follow her back towards
the distant mountain range. Without waiting for him she turned
around and started to briskly waddle away. Shaking himself out of
the trance he was in; Jef-fery mad his way quickly to the fish,
picking it up and hurrying after her.
As he waddled along behind his new companion, Jeffery started to
think about his possible future. Maybe he would one day have a
little penguin of his own to teach how to preen and catch fish. For
the first time in many weeks Jeffery the penguin felt happy and
content with his existence.
Rio Cox Grade 12 Beaufort
Photography Megan Cole Grade 12 Honea Path
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Night Flight Mylynn Nguyen Grade 12 Myrtle Beach
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“Dear Diary” Dear Diary, Today I saw a boy I wondered if he
looked at me His smile was filled with joy My mind was out of me
free Dear Diary, I can't get him off my mind I'm so scared. I think
about him and I get blind I blushed and he stared Dear Diary, Today
I saw that boy I saw him stare at me With his handsome eyes My
heart felt like a prize Dear Diary, I want to tell him I don't want
to scare or make him whim or go in tears. Dear Diary, What do you
think What should I say My heart might shrink It's been on for days
Dear Diary, I said hello He smiled at me It didn't blow It went
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Dear Diary, Thank you My heart is happy You're comfort and my
writing sappy makes me wonder Will we be more than friends?
Sierra Solders Grade 10 Summerville
Photography Katie Stevens Grade: 10 Chapin
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Samuel Painter The Nutcracker Grade 10 Suimpsonville
Photography Whitney Major Grade 9 Belton
A Close Friend
Covered from wall to wall in things that will not be cool ten
years from now carpet dull from constant tread shades drawn and
lamps on because I avoid the sun. My room knows who I am All the
details scream and wail and moan of me as you look around and take
it all in You can see that quote I wrote and the picture of that
band and the poster of that film and the trading cards and comics
and candy and cans and colors My room knows every song on my iPod
every character from my favorite show every click and clack and
clunk from my video game maneuvers My room is like a close friend
who knows the good and bad the norm and the unusual what I like and
what I cannot stand and never judges.
Jordan Wilkerson Grade 11 Greenville
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A Hard Lesson RRRRR! RRRRR! AAAH! Crash! Crunch! Ouch! There I
was just lying there half con-scious and half unconscious. “Help
me!’’, I cried out. I had fallen off my dirt bike at 35 mph at the
side of a dirt bike trail near my house. I felt like a crash-test
dummy that had slammed into a brick wall. I tasted the gritty dirt
in my mouth, and my helmet had fallen off somehow. It seemed like a
year whizzed by before my friends showed up. One of them ran like a
flash and told my mom. She arrived quickly in her SUV, and she
drove like a mani-ac to the emergency room.
When we arrived at the ER, the people were crammed in like
sardines. It obviously was go-ing to be a long day. I felt the pain
of a sting all over the left side of my body. I felt like I had
been thrown into a bee hive and had gotten stung a thousand times.
I could feel I was coat-ed with hot steaming blood and dirt.
Suddenly, the only thing I could hear was a loud ringing like a
school bell, then it went black.
I was jarred awake, and a huge bright like en-
gulfed me and there was a strong odor of am-
monia. Slowly, things came into focus. I
could see I was in a hospital bed. My head
was throbbing like a strobe light. I had a large
bump on my head and a concussion. The
whole left side of my body was a bloody, sting-
ing mess. I asked my mom what had hap-
pened. She said, “You hit the floor in the wait-
ing like a limp doll.” The hospital staff and
rushed me into a room. A smiling doctor came
into the room and looked me over. He said I
was fine, but I would have some battle scars
and a good story to tell. Then the doctor and
nurses shuffled out the room. After what
seemed a lifetime, they finished cleaning my
wounds and sent me home.
After three days, I had recovered from the
dreadful crash. My friends Cole and Justin
came to visit me. Cole said, “Are you feeling
better?’’ I said, “I feel okay. Do you want to
see my battle wounds?’’ I showed off the grue-
some scratches and scabs. Justin said, “That
was a pretty hard fall.’’
I said, “Yeah, I still feel the burn on my skin, and my head
really hurts.’’ Justin trotted down the hall and brought me my
helmet. There was a giant crack on the left side. I had fallen off
the dirt bike and hit a boulder with my head.
I am really elated that I listened to my mom
and wore my helmet that fateful day. I have
never experienced a fall like that one before or
since. That was the worst fall ever, and I have
the scars to prove it. That day, I learned never
to ride a dirt bike without a helmet even if it is
just an easy ride. Plus, I now know how to cut
ahead in the ER line.
Trace Allgood Grade 11 North Augusta
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Photography Megan Cole Grade: 12 Honea Path
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“Under the Sea in Court”
It was a clear, warm day under the blue sea in the great kingdom
of Atlantica. Judge Wall Russ wad-dled sluggishly into the quiet
court room with his black gown flowing behind him. He had eaten too
much for his breakfast once again. Tomorrow he resolved to cut his
meal back to three thousand clams. He hoped this widely anticipated
trial would go by quickly. He was nervous about the trial because
it had been highly publicized in the national news. Everyone knew
Ariel, the young-est daughter of King Triton. The final outcome
could affect his future in a negative way during the next election.
It was important to be able to keep his job.
As he sat down behind the large bench, he glanced down to his
right and noticed Ursula, the sea witch, talking with her attorney
Sea Turtle at the defendant’s table. Speaking in nervous whis-pers,
Ursula fidgeted in her seat as the attorney shuffled his papers.
Her eel skin black dress suit fit too tightly for her to sit
comfortably. She picked up the contract reviewing it carefully;
unsure she would win this one. She had been in court many times but
this case was extraordinary. She had not realized who Ariel was
when the contact was drawn up.
On the other side of the silent room, Ariel sat with a
condescending look on her face yawning and pretending to listen to
her counsel, Sea Horse, the most expensive lawyer under the sea.
Ariel was impatient for the trial to be over because she had more
important things to do. Her weekly sea-weed facial was scheduled at
noon and she nev-er missed it for any reason. It was an essential
part of her beauty treatment. A princess needed to look good at all
times, especially when she was being photographed for news
stories.
Hopefully it would be over quickly.
The small sea snail who served as the bailiff loud-ly announced,
“Order in the court. Judge Wall Russ will now be hearing the case
of Ariel verses Ursula. Everyone be seated.” Judge Wall Russ looked
down at the thick document before him. “It says here that Ariel,
Princess of Atlantica, is su-ing Ursula, Sea Witch, owner of
Wishmart, for breach of contract. Will the defendant please
ex-plain her side of the case?”
Ursula nervously stood up, her large body shak-ing with
anxiousness. “Ariel came into my store and asked for a new pair of
legs and I gave them to her.”
The judge turned to Ariel and softly asked. “Did you in fact get
what you asked for?” Ariel rolled her eyes and snapped. ”Yes I did
re-ceive the legs.” An awkward silence filled the room.
The judge cleared his throat “Why are you suing Ursula for
giving you what you wanted?”
Ariel angrily turned a bright shade of red and screeched, “She
took my voice too!” Puzzled the judge inquired “Aren’t you using
your voice now?”
Ariel could smile smugly and announced, “My
father got it back for me at the Returns Depart-ment but as soon
as my voice returned my legs disappeared. I want those back
too.”
The judge looked curiously at Ursula and asked for an
explanation.
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Ursula proudly pulled out the two thousand page long contract.
“It says here on page three hun-dred forty-nine, paragraph
twenty-three line eighty-six through line ninety-nine that the cost
of one pair of human legs shall be the voice of the new owner of
said pair of legs. In the event that the voice is returned to the
customer, the legs go back to the store. It’s all here in the
contract.”
Ariel rudely interrupted, “I was tricked! Those terms were
written in small print.” Judge Wall Russ asked “May I see the
contract please?” The sea turtle approached the bench carrying the
thick contract. He laid it on the old wooden desk in front of the
stern judge and timid-ly turned to the page in question. The judge
scanned the page and looked up at Ariel. “The words have a font
size of 72 and they are under-lined in bold print. Your initials
are beside this statement.” Ariel rolled her eyes and sighed “I
have bad eye sight and I was not able to read the statement.”
Ursula said “I read the statement to her and two witnesses signed
it.” The judge verified the two signatures of the wit-nesses. “Will
the two witnesses come to the stand.” The bailiff searched the
court room looking for the witnesses. No one approached the stand.
Ursula’s attorney Sea Turtle announced, “Your honor it seems that
our two contract witnesses were run over by King Triton’s chariot
on the way to the court house today. They are in the hospital
for head trauma and broken legs. The doctor said they will be
there for 3 months if they don’t die from their injuries. I am sure
this is a coincidence.” The judge announced, “I will review this
case and return in one hour with a verdict.” Ariel snapped, “One
hour, I’ll miss my facial and manicure!” The judge glared at Ariel
“Very well, I’ll be back in five minutes with a verdict.” Ariel
glanced at Ursula and smiled smugly. Ariel’s attorney however was
not so happy. Five minutes later, Judge Wall Russ waddled
confidently to the bench to announce the verdict. “Judgment will be
in favor of the defendant, Ursu-la the owner of Wishmart. The
contract will stand as it is- no voice no legs.” Ursula stood
frozen in shock. Had she actually won this case? Her thoughts were
interrupted by Ariel’s howling scream. “I’ll get you for this! Do
you know who my father is? I’ll make you both pay! This isn’t the
end. I want a pair of legs!” Ursula glanced up at the judge who was
looking quite scared and dismayed. Suddenly a brilliant thought
flashed through her mind. “Your Honor,” she said, “I think I may
have a solution to this un-fortunate event. May I?” Ariel stopped
screaming threats and glanced curi-ously at Ursula. The judge was
so relieved by this turn of events that he said, “By all means,
give us your suggestion.”
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Under the Sea in Court Cont’d
“Well I cannot give her the original pair of legs that were in
the contract, but to show there are no hard feelings, I have
another pair beautifully wrapped up in this box. I will give them
to her free of charge if she will just drop this case and promise
never to shop at Wishmart again.” The judge turned to Ariel. “Would
this be a suitable solution to you?” Ariel looked extremely
pleased. “Yes. I’ll take the legs just to be nice. Wishmart is a
terrible store anyways.” Ariel grabbed the box and proceeded to
leave the room. “I have to go. My facial is waiting.” Ursula
breathed a sigh of momentary relief and began to make plans to take
a long trip to a far away and unknown destination. Ariel was in for
a big surprise. Her new set of legs came from a goat.
Alicia Higgins Grade 11 Chapin
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Photography “Tour of Italy” Alyssa Vick Grade 11 Blythewood
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Seasons of the Sky Why do people constantly choose day over
night? People do not have to sleep at night, it has just been that
way since the beginning of history To answer this question, one
must ask, “What is so bad about night?” Night. Night is full of
emptiness. Reality cannot be effectively perceived, While creation
is illuminated by the stars and moon; As the celestial bodies burn
like a flame from afar The subjects of creation are lost in their
own thinking, As the crashing of the waves is the only perceivable
sound. In the emptiness of night, the sand whispers in the breeze.
The subjects of creation amass their thoughts as night ends. When
day comes, joy is of the essence. The sun puts an end to the somber
scream of the night. Day brings light and night brings darkness,
While the day is hot and the night is cold, a conflict arises. The
conflict that is embodied in the way the sun rises. As the sun
tears through the clouds, fate only knows what comes next. The
black gargoyle that is night cries out for the last time; the
battle is complete. Amber rays of sunlight dance in the dawn sky.
Day needs no leverage since night cannot stand its sight. This
victory is not a coincidence or fantasy, The victory of day over
night inevitable. Daytime is a peaceful sanctuary away from
darkness. Day rules with a gentle kindness that encompasses all of
the daytime experiences People choose to sleep at night because day
is considered a gift Without daytime, people would have a hollow
existence. Day allows people to see every leaf and pebble, every
drop of water. Day has the authority to cease and turn the world
black, but why does it not? Despite daytime's power, it rules with
affection, As soft as a kitten and as fragile as the wings of a
butterfly.
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Seasons of the Sky Cont’d The sunlight feeds each flower petal
and leaf accordingly. Daytime is the father of creation, cradling
nature as children. Without daytime, there would be no ambition or
devotion, Because what is there to be so passionate about if one
could not see? What would there even be to imagine if one could not
see? So next time you walk through nature and see: A mighty
waterfall crashing with authority, A rainbow in its angelic
majesty, And the clouds being cradled by the fingertips of the
heavens, Think to yourself that day time is to thank. All good
things come to an end, Daytime has compassion on night begins to
slip away. As children laugh and play in the park. The last bit of
sunlight dims like an ember. As daytime fades. However, I tell you
that this ending is not sad. Daytime in all of its wisdom could not
be tricked like that. Another way to think of it is as if day and
night have a link. Day and night take turns like Winter and Summer.
Day and night are like fighting brothers, They can’t stand but have
to live with each-other. Without the night, day would not
exist.
Thomas Hample Grade 12 Mount Pleasant
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“The Rugby Invasion”
Every weekend Wando Rugby players have a match. My 18-year-old
brother is one of the sen-ior players. We drive together with a
carload of other players, usually two hours or more up north to a
field where the match is held. Before we head out, we make sure
that one of us has our IPod. Once in the car, we strap on our boots
and plug in the iPod. We are on our way.
The sound of the bass of our music pounds in the air. It’s
almost as if brushing my hand out of the side of the window on the
door to the car- you can feel the mechanical heartbeat. As we are
turning into our destination, Peter turned the vol-ume up at least
2 knots to make an intimidating impression of the other team.
The other team. Chapin. They have been #1 for as long as anyone
can remember! We played a hard valiant match against them the
previous year. We scored on them. They had not been scored on in
over 200 matches. We knew we would be ready next year. Now, it is
next year and we have worked hard all summer and fall. What we want
is a win. After a rigorous warm-up, we take to the pitch. We are
eight: DJ, Nick, Peter, Mikey, Ryan, Stur-key, Coleman and me.
Before you know it, the grass is teaming with killers. That’s when
you hear the shrill of the referee’s whistle that marks the
beginning of the battle.
We then face off with our biggest rival and each descend to our
side of the battlefield. Our team’s motto is “For he today who
sheds his blood with me shall be my brother”. This is a quote taken
from the movie Henry V. King Henry addresses the English troops
just before battle.
He calls them his “band of brothers.” Rugby is very much a
brotherhood. We will do anything for our fellow teammates, our band
of brothers. We fight hard on the field, and we are there for each
other off the field.
At the end of the match, there is blood and there are wounds.
But for ninety minutes we give it everything we have!
During those ninety minutes our blood pumps through our veins,
our focus narrows and the adrenaline blocks out all surrounding
sounds. We tune into our teammates; our brothers, and put into
motion what we have practiced a million times. I hear are the
shouts of our voices com-municating plays, the smack of body parts
against body parts and the grunts those in battle.
Samuel Huthwaite Grade 11 Mt. Pleasant
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Running Toward the Future Mario was sitting as close as he could
get to the foggy window of the family’s station wagon. His father
and mother were chatting away, happy and content with the prospects
of Hidel’s new job op-portunity and the fine new home they had
pur-chased. Hidel, Mario’s dad, and Swedel, Mario’s mom were very
happy about the move! Mario was just devastated! He felt inside
like boredom was going to really ruin this part of his precious
life. His eyes were bulging out in fear of what was going to happen
next. So, when his mom and dad finally settled in their new home,
Mario said, “I had enough of this anxiety and I am going to run
high speed for about 2 hours while they enjoy themselves.” So he
took off at an incredibly high speed around the very large
neighborhood they were in. The minute he took off, he started
feeling better. He saw stars in the mucky water as he went by and
that really brought him confidence to keep running. As he rounded
the corner in his new neighborhood he passed a park. He saw very
precious children playing Frisbee and also saw some cats playing
happily with each other. He also went by a flower vendor and
smelled and in-haled the scented flowers. He was running around the
neighborhood just trying desperately to forget his terrible
troubles. As he ran further, he smelled a very sweet aroma. A
Krispy Kreme doughnuts shop really encouraged him to run harder.
Mario felt all alone like he missed his previous home that he was
used to. He also really missed having his previous kind and
cheerful friends. He missed his dreams about a really great life.
Sometimes Mario felt just like a coyote. He really felt like he
needed to have someone with him to
be encouraged. Mario feels that being alone is a really horrible
negative in his life. Mario did not want to be alone like a coyote.
Also, he didn’t want to be a lighthouse either. He felt like he was
trying to get someone else’s help, but couldn’t get any generous
help from them. The only company he had was his feet as he ran
throughout the night. He runs past Mission Hill and he wants to see
what’s going on. This place is a house where people are provided
beds, clean showers, food, and many other things. Most importantly,
they are provided God’s Word. As he runs past mission hill and
turns the corner, a big dog goes after him, ready to injure him.
Mario is frightened at this sight and just runs wildly for his
life. As he runs, he sees children playing. They wave
and smile at him. “Maybe living here won’t be so
bad after all. When he arrives home, he runs in
the back door of his house. When his mom and
dad see him, they gladly welcome him with a
smile. His parents tell him that they have been
desiring to start an exercise program - Could he
teach them the basic concepts of running and let
them workout with him? They are very proud of
his skills.They can all together deal with this new
and exciting life.
Ian Lupinek Grade 9 Greer
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Tabitha Bromelow Grade 10 Pamplico