Saturday, April 14, 2018

"Drip, Drip, Drip"

Hannah Aldrich
(age 14)

Drip, drip, drip goes the melting snow
From eaves it drips to the ground below
Through melting ice, grass struggles to show
I love to watch the new gardens grow
The banks they melt, sinking down low
The sun is warmer each day I know,
For drip, drip, drip goes the melting snow

(original and unedited)

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Saturday, April 7, 2018

Broken Watch / Broken Heart

Broken Watch / Broken Heart
Kayla Jones
(age 16)

Kathryn woke up from peaceful sleep. Smoke! Her house was on fire! She jumped out of bed, and raced toward the bedroom door. She flung it open, and was devoured by smoke. She coughed and wheezed as she crawled to the porch door. The smoke was so thick, and the fire so hot, she didn’t even know she crawled outside. Her young body tumbled down the porch steps.

     Firetrucks roared by Kathryn as she stood a ways from her house, along with a police officer. The fire chief, after bellowing out orders to the brave firemen, walked briskly toward her. Kathryn grabbed his arm, and sobbed, “Please get my parents out! Please! You just have to!”

     “We’re doing all we can, miss.” The grey-headed chief replied. Kathryn nodded her small head at his reply, and wiped the tears away from her ocean blue eyes. The wind was howling, making her sandy brown hair whip into her charred face.  Kathryn grimaced when she saw the flames of the house flourish.

     As the firemen fought to control the blaze, an object smashed through an upstairs window. It landed on the road with a bang. Kathryn was about to retrieve the object, but another firetruck zoomed by, running over the unknown thing. After checking the road was clear, she raced onto the pavement, and scooped up the object. It was a watch-not just any watch, but her mothers. The glass face was shattered, and the metal black by the flames. It still ticked, but the hands were broken. She lifted the watch closer to her, and wept. Behind her, the house collapsed, without her parents finding a way out.

     The officer kindly gave her a ride to her grandparents, who lived fairly close by. On the ride, Kathryn tightly grasped the broken watch and made sure every shattered piece of glass was still there. When they arrived at her grandparents, she ran toward them and embraced them with helpless sobs. 

     Kathryn’s grandparents thanked the officer, and brought her inside their house. The grandparents sat her by the toasty fire, and made her some hot chocolate. After Kathryn downed the warm drink, she crawled into her grandpa’s lap, and fell asleep.
     Kathryn dreamed about her father and mother that night. She saw her mother’s warm smile, and her father’s cheerful laugh. She also dreamed about the watch she still held-the watch that’s been in her family for generations. Somehow, it landed on the road. She dreamed her mother threw it to her from Heaven as a parting gift. “The watch ticks to the beat of your great-great grandmother’s heart” her mother said, “and now it beats to mine.”
     Days passed, and the time for her parents funeral was at hand. She endured the whole thing without shedding a tear or losing composure. She grasped the broken watch the entire time. 

     After the funeral, the grandparents took her for some ice cream at the local diner. She swirled the ice cream with her spoon until it was sloppy.

     “Honey bunch, what’s wrong?” The grandfather asked. “It’s your mothers watch, isn’t it? You want it to be fixed, don’t you?

     The grandmother gasped in recognition. “That was my mother’s watch, and her grandmother’s too, I believe. Oh heavens, I’m so relieved you have it. We must get it fixed right away!”

The girl looked up from her melted dairy treat. “I want it to stay broken.” The girl said in an even tone. 

Surprised, the grandmother asked “Why ever so?”

    “Because this watch is like me...broken. I’ll never be the same. We may be able to polish the watch, and glue the glass back together, but the hands will remain broken. It can never be truly fixed, not after what happened.”

     The girls grandma looked her in the eyes. “Girly, we can’t always control what happens to us. Sometimes, bad things come our way, and leave us shattered and broken. And you’re right, we can polish ourselves and fix our appearance after a disaster, but we can never heal our shattered hearts on our own. We need Someone stronger and smarter then ourselves to fix us up. His name is Jesus, and He can heal all our pain. Just like a watch maker can fix up this watch, so can He fix us up. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be quick, but after the healing’s done, the brokenness mended, we will become stronger, and your watch will too.”

     The girl, with tears streaming down her eyes, hugged her grandma. “Thank you, Grandma, I want my watch to be mended, and…and I want to be mended too.” 

So, after another round of ice cream, the trio headed off to send the broken watch to a repairman, and their hearts to the Healer.

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Saturday, March 24, 2018

The Bad Cook

The Bad Cook
Xavier Colfer 
(age 13)

There once was a man who wanted to be a cook. His name was Arnold. He woke up Monday morning and drove in his maroon car into town. When he got to his favorite restaurant, he asked the manager if he could work there. Arnold and the manager were good friends, so the manager told Arnold to come back tomorrow to demonstrate his cooking abilities.

The next morning Arnold drove back to the restaurant. When he got in the kitchen, with the manager watching him, he started to put on the white apron.

"No, you're putting it on backwards!" the manager exclaimed.
"Oh," Arnold said. "I thought you would wear it like a cape."

The manager handed him a chef's hat. When Arnold started to put the hat on upside-down the manager remarked, "Don't do that, you're putting it on upside down!"

"Am I?" Arnold asked. "I thought you used it to carry utensils," he smiled embarrassedly.

After Arnold had fixed the apron and hat, the manager told him, "Why don't you try to make something.* I'll come back in a little while."

When the manager returned, Arnold was surrounded by smoke, and there was an awful burnt smell in the air. There was a loud sizzling, and he was flipping something black and shriveled in a pan.

"What are you cooking?" the manager coughed, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Why, it's an omelet!" Arnold exclaimed, eyes watering from the smoke.

When Arnold and the manager walked back out front, the manager said sadly, "I'm sorry but I can't give you a job here right now. Why don't you try improving your skills and come back another time?"

Arnold went around to many other restaurants looking for a job. Each time he did something wrong and didn't get hired. One time he even tried to impress the manager of another restaurant by rolling around on a ball to get places faster. Of course, he messed that up and ran into a waiter and his cart of food. A week later he returned to the first restaurant.

Arnold asked the manager, "I really need a job, are you sure you don't have anything for me?"

"Well, I don't have a cooking job for you, but my customers have been requesting something…."

That night during the restaurant’s dinner schedule, Arnold was up on a stage in the dining area juggling, rolling on a ball, and doing other entertaining tricks for the diners! Some laughed joyfully, and others smiled amusedly.

Arnold may have been an awful cook, but he had become a great circus entertainer.

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Saturday, February 24, 2018

Dancing with Poetry

Poetry is the best way to describe dancing.
Zachoia Cooper loves both.

Pas de Deux

When she jumps, he lifts--
His and her muscles straining.
Together, they pose
A swan on a pedestal
For a moment, she flies

Falling Leaves

I was there—
When leaves of gold
Golden leaves, I mean
Hung, mysterious, in between
Not on the tree, in sky, on ground
But in the air, twirling round
I was there!

I was there
Gawking at the leaves
That hit my windshield.
I think they were searching for the field
Of corn on the side of the road
(Tis the perfect winter abode.)
I was there!

Zachoia has a new book coming soon!

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Saturday, December 2, 2017

True Friendship

True Friendship
Gracelyn Beautlieu

Once upon a time there was a girl named Celia that grew up in Oklahoma on a ranch. Celia learned to ride a horse when she was six years old.  Her dad, a rancher, had several horses.  The family owned a golden retriever named Shadow which loved Celia.  He loved playing outdoors, getting the mail with her, and protecting his young mistress. 

  When Celia was eight, she and her family went to visit her oldest sister Carolyn at Heartland Baptist Bible College. It was about four hours from where they lived.  At the church, a girl named Fidelia made her feel at home immediately.  She asked her if she wanted to go to her Sunday School class.  Celia loved making good friends. At her sisters’ graduation she saw Fidelia again.

One time, Celia wrote to Fidelia and asked her if she wanted to come ride horses. For Celia’s tenth birthday her dad bought her a beautiful brown mustang. She named it Friendship.  They rode horses together.  Fidelia was a very good friend.

One day Celia’s parents told their family they were moving to Maine.  They realized it was the Lord’s will for them to encourage a pastor and his family who had visited their church. They were going to live on a farm, but not with a lot of horses. Even though Celia knew it was the Lord’s will, she felt so sad. They had to sell all their horses except Friendship.  They also kept Shadow.  It was so hard for Fidelia and Celia to part, but they knew they would see each other again in Heaven, if not on earth. Fidelia comforted and encouraged Celia that God would be with them even when they don’t know anyone else.   Celia and Fidelia wrote to each other for a while, sometimes once a week.   

With God’s help, Celia adjusted to a new home, church, and good friends. Their new pastor, Pastor Jones, had two daughters who Celia and her sister Lillian became good friends with.  With the business of high school, Fidelia and Celia stopped writing. They did not forget each other, though.  When Celia was sixteen she got a letter from Fidelia. She told her they were moving to the Africa to be missionaries.

Celia and Fidelia were twenty when they next met. Celia went to New England Baptist College in Connecticut.  There she found out that her roommate was Fidelia.  They regained their friendship that they had in the past.  They were both going to college to become missionaries. Fidelia and Celia were going to work with deaf and orphaned children in Africa.\

(Assignment for Lesson #5 - Basic Writing Lessons, Setting)

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Saturday, October 21, 2017


 Gracelyn Beaulieu
(age 15)

When I was around six or seven years old, I really wanted my own dog.  My sister had gotten a poodle, border- collie mix when she was eight.  My dad also had a German shepherd named Buddy. Sugar, my sister’s dog, was very sweet and loved almost everyone, and Buddy was a good protective dog. He would follow Dad to work every day. Even though we had two wonderful dogs, I still wanted my own dog. 

Finally, one day, Dad told me that after Buddy died I could get a dog. I was so very happy!  I did not want Buddy to die though. When we were on vacation, my other sister called us. She said that Buddy was very sick and could not stay standing up. Dad had to go home and take him to the vet to be put down. I felt so sad.

In October of 2011, when I was eight, Dad and Mom approached me and said we would go look for a dog. They had already looked at Mainely Puppies in Oxford, Maine, which only sells small dogs. They told me I might not get a dog that day, but we would look. I really wanted a cute, small puppy so I could always hold it. We went to Mainely Puppies which sells adorable dogs, but it stinks there!

When we walked in I saw this dachshund, Pomeranian, and shih tzu mix. I immediately thought I did not want him, because he seemed unkind to me and barked a lot. He had a brother, which did not look like him. He was very cute, though. I tried holding other puppies, and Mom suggested I hold him. Well, I did, and I immediately loved him. He was so sweet! I walked out with him.  He is a long-haired dog, and sheds a lot. He is black with some brown on his paws and eyebrows.  Sometimes he sounds like a hound dog when he barks, because dachshund is a hound.

 On our way home, my family asked me what I would name him. I thought of a family who was moving to a different state that were good friends of ours. Their last name is Thompson. I decided to name him Thomas, not thinking that that name is in the Bible. I am glad it was also a Bible name.

Thomas was very scared, at first, in our home. He would bite me sometimes. Then it came to him, that I fed him and took care of him. He loves licking me a lot. He loves me and my family, but very few other people.

He is very protective of me. He would bite people’s ankles off if he had to. Thomas does not like children or men, mostly. He is very mean to them, which is too sad. Children would love to pet him, because of his cuteness, but not of his mannerism. He dislikes being cornered and forced to let someone pet him. One man did that, and Thomas bit him. It served the man right!

Thomas was six years old on May 8th of this year.  Next month we will have him for six years.  I am blessed to have my own dog now for six years.


Assignment for Lesson #4 (Basic Writing Lesson - Adjectives)

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Saturday, September 30, 2017

"The Mystery of Love"

The Mystery of Love
Hannah Aldrich
(age 15)

Sometimes I make you feel hurt,
Or that everything in the world is right
Sometimes I will make you flirt,
I can make a dim world turn bright,
Sometimes I may be hard to find,
Though I am confusing and hard to understand,
When I’m around,
Crazy things may cross your mind,
With joyful feelings abound,
And no matter how you try,
My presence can never be planned.

(Assignment #2 of Poetry Lessons - rhyming)

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