The Liquid by Maya

It was Halloween night. Mykie and Joey we’re taking a walk in the forest

“Hey Mykie look at this car!” Joey said

“I wonder how it got there!” Mykie replied

“Lets look!” Suggested Joey

“Joey I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Mykie warned

By the time I said it, he was already  there.

“Hey Mykie come over here and look at this bottle! It’s crazy weird!”

What’s weird about it?” I said as I walked towards the car. I peeked in. Joey was right and inside was a weird bottle. It was glass and inside the glass was a strange purple liquid.

“I dare you to drink that!” I said.

“Okay, ” Joey replied.

I was laughing. “Why did you drink that?  I was only kidding!”

I looked up at Joey. He looked weird.

“Can I have some water?” he said softly.

I gave him the water bottle. He chugged it down in one gulp. I heard a scream far away.

“More,” he said. “I NEED MORE WATER NOW!” Joey screamed suddenly. He ran to the river and started drinking.

“Joey? That’s probably not safe for you to drink. Let’s go back home and get out of these creepy woods!” I said.


Joey wasn’t paying attention to me and he just drank. I heard more screams. I ran back home and found my mom and dad dead. I ran to the next house…Dead. Everyone in the neighborhood…Dead. I kept hearing screaming so I quickly turned on the news.

The news announcer said,“Deaths are happening all around the world! All because of a heart att-….” She screamed and slumped forward in her chair. Then I felt something Sharp inside me. I screamed.


“Ahhhhh. That quenched my thirst,”Joey said.

“Mykie?” Joey said. He ran back and looked and saw that everyone was dead. He didn’t care because he needed more water. He didn’t care if he was alone in the world because all he needed was water.



The Bloody Pie – By Isaac


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In the old, haunted town of Springville, Fred turned 10 on Saturday, October 31th, and he had to get a pie from the candy store. He walked into the store, nabbed a pie, and left a little less than what the pie cost. It was an old, empty bakery on Elm street, so normally no one was there. But as he left, a kind old lady said something that caught him off guard.

“Sonny boy, hello there! I’m sad because my old grandson died. He apparently robbed his mother and bought a pie and didn’t even pay enough, and he suffered a horrible fate,” said the old woman. She couldn’t have known. Just a coincidence, Fred kept telling himself.

“I wish I could get the little bugger back…” said the woman, and with that she started wailing. But then the strangest thing happened. Her eyes flashed a vermilion red for just a second. The woman’s sobs looked like cackles, but she turned back to normal a couple seconds after, and Fred went home with the pie.

Once he got home, his mom and dad (and even his little sister) jumped out and said ‘SURPRISE!’ He was very gratified with the surprise. Fred didn’t see the pie cutting when it was time, but he did see his mom tap the pie with some stick and her eyes flashed red. He told himself he was imagining it, and he ate a good dinner. But he heard a laugh from the kitchen, and his mom brought out a pie.

Mom took the platter off, but where the pie should have been, there was a tin full of blood! His mother let out a bloodcurdling scream, apparently unknowledgeable, but for just a moment, her eyes flashed red and her scream was a laugh.

The Barn on Devils Drive


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“ Do I have to?”

“Yes, if you want to join the club,” said Laura .

“ Uh, okay.”


Rebecca walked into the barn shaking and sweating. She did NOT want to do this, but she had to, well if she wanted to be part of Laura’s club. Once she was fully in the barn, she turned around shut the door, and sat down. Why oh why did she have to sleep here?  In a gross old barn. If it was outside she would be fine, but it was in a creepy barn on Devil’s Drive. On Halloween Night.


“ Rebecca you don’t have to sleep here. You chose this.”  said a voice

“ AHHHHHH!” Rebecca shouted.

“ Awww don’t be scared!” said a voice.


Rebecca did not speak… she couldn’t. Her mouth was glued shut. The creature stepped out of the darkness. It was invisible, except for the eyes. The eyes were fiery red. When Rebecca looked into them she felt nothing. She felt like air. It was as if everything she had done in the world was gone.


The creature walked toward her. It looked her up and down and then something strange happened. She felt as if the creature was taking her soul. The creature started to look like Rebecca. Blonde hair grew where there was none before. Suddenly Rebecca felt pain, that she could not describe. She tried to scream but her mouth was still glued shut. When the pain stopped Rebecca looked at her legs but there were none there. When she looked at the creature she found herself…looking at herself.    


The next morning Rebecca walked out of the barn, Laura was there waiting for her.

“ What happened to your eyes?” asked Laura.

“ Ah, I didn’t sleep very well last night.” Rebecca smiled.



Rusty by Bella

I always love going to Rusty’s Play Place for all my birthday/Halloween parties, but all my friends didn’t really like it there because of Rusty. They said that he looked weird and gave them weird vibes. I told them that it was fun there, but they would never come with me, so I would go alone. My parents would always sit in the back as they watched me play. One day my parents left without me. I thought that they would come back… they didn’t. I waited for a while and started to get tired, so I fell asleep.

 I woke up… it was dark. I don’t like the dark. I shouted out, “Mom… Dad!” but no answer! I started to look around and ended my search at the stage. Then I noticed that Rusty was gone. Suddenly I heard a noise coming from the hallway. I walked over to the room where I thought the noise was, but nothing was there. Just as I was about to leave something caught my eye. I went back in the room and saw a mask. As I looked closer, I saw a familiar face. This mask was Rusty’s Mask.

 Once I took a closer look, I noticed a liquid. It looked like Hawaiian Punch! That’s my favorite drink! I walked out of the room, continuing my search for my parents. I took Rusty’s mask with me. As I walked around the building I noticed a small light brightening the way partially.

 Suddenly I saw a tall figure. I stopped to take a better look. I took a slow step forward trying not to break the silence, but I did. The thing looked at me. “Dad!” I shouted as I took a closer look. It wasn’t my Dad it was…. 


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The Curse of The Trees-Eden

It was just an ordinary day at the Enchantia Mall in Poughkeepsie. Zola, Lilly and I were walking around when a hair clip caught my eye in Zandle, the accessories store. It was made of ancient wood and covered in gemstones that sparkled like the stars. It was so beautiful that I had to stop. So I walked in and bought it. The moment I got home I put it on and showed my mom. She adored it. I went to my room so I could look into the mirror but something wasn’t right. My hair almost looked like wood and I could barely see the clip.

 That night at around 10:30, I knew something was terribly wrong. I was typing on my computer but I could not really think. I wrote a note to my mom saying that I thought the hair clip was slowly changing me into a tree. As I was typing the last word, I looked down and saw that my knee looked wooden. I needed to get rid of the hair clip before I turned into a tree, and this was my last chance.

 I ran as fast as I could towards the Hudson River to throw the clip away, and so no one would ever find it again. I could feel myself getting stiffer and stiffer, slowly turning into wood as I got closer and closer to the Hudson River. As I got there, I knew I was almost fully a tree. I couldn’t walk anymore. My feet turned to roots. I threw the hair clip into the water and as I let go of the clip, my arm sprouted into a branch and my fingers into leaves. With my last breath, I thought of everything I was leaving behind and became a tree with a soul.


Blogging Challenge #1, Activity #2- All About Me – By Audrey

Blogging Challenge #1

Hello, everyone! I am Audrey, a sixth grader at PDS, age eleven, and I live in New York State. I live with my mom, my dad, my sister, and my two cats, Raja and Jinkx. Weird names, I know, but they suit the cats.

If I were to list every single detail about me, you would be reading a novel right now. Seriously. I could write an entire novel just on my favorite animals. So I’ll just say the basics, starting with my hobbies.

Writing is my LIFE. I write a thousand words every day, and I am trying to be able to do this for an entire year. I haven’t missed a day so far, and I’m about a third of the way done, which is exciting for me. And no, I don’t do it for school. It was a personal choice. See? I am invested in writing.

I also participate in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for short), an event that happens every November. National Novel Writing Month is where you try to write as many words of a new novel as you can. You set a goal for yourself and write every day until you reach it, and you have to reach it by the end of the month. Last year was my first year doing it, and I achieved my goal of 30,500 words in November. I continued working on my novel for about three more months, and at the end of February I finished and self published my book on Amazon. I got to do a reading in a bookstore and a radio interview, which was very exciting.

Even though writing is life, I’m still a huge reader. I love reading almost as much as I love writing. I consider myself a bookworm.

I can read a two hundred page book in two or three days if it is really interesting, and if I am really committed I might even be able to read one in only a day. My favorites are The Hunger Games, Divergent, The Egypt Game, Cowboy and Octopus, The Phantom Tollbooth, and a million more. I wish I could name them all, except that would take up all of your time.

Other than writing, I enjoy playing soccer, watching television (I’m a bit obsessed), joking around with my family, drawing, cuddling with my cats, and more.

I am a genuinely hard working person, always trying to do the best I can at school. At home it is a different situation. Let’s just say, if you walk into my house right now, you will probably spot me sitting on the couch watching television. I might also be eating some cookies and spilling spaghetti all over my new white shirt.

I also have very interesting taste in music and television. With music, I’m not a very big fan of the big name artists (Ariana Grande, Katy Perry, etc.). I am more into bands that are a bit more mature for my age, like The White Stripes and Florence and the Machine and Marina and the Diamonds. Not many people in my grade know these bands, and the same goes for my favorite TV shows. Even though I am sometimes found watching episodes of Spongebob I am mostly found watching more mature shows, such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and How I Met Your Mother (both incredible, if you like sitcoms and vampires). I’m very emotional when it comes to them as well. Actually, I’m emotional when it comes to any sort of television.

Other than my personality quirks, I have some physical quirks as well.

My style is pretty casual. I dye my hair, and it is currently a light pink-blonde color and comes down to my shoulders. I mostly wear jeans, yoga pants, and regular t-shirts. I wear skirts once in a while, but I sometimes think that I look immature in them, so I stick to jeans. Dresses are only for occasions. I wear earrings sometimes, but I always forget to put them in. I’m also very short for my age, which makes me look younger than I am now.

I can be forgetful sometimes. It can be simple things, like who’s playing what position in soccer, or some school things, like my schedule, or what happened in a movie I just saw. It can be frustrating. Other than that, I’m also kind of bad-tempered and rude and pretty impatient at times. But, beside the bad qualities (which I’m not going to pay too much attention to), I have a great sense of humor, I can be generous, and selfless. But I can be a little weird (in a good way). For instance, I have seven favorite animals, I was interested in magic for a while, I consider my spirit animal an octopus, and my nickname is Psychic Eyeball (long story).

Of course, I could tell you more, but again, I don’t want to drag on until I have an entire novel. So I have to say goodbye. Adios, Au revoir, eeSay ouYay aterLay. To all of my fans, good night! I’ll be here all week! (And for a matter of fact, the whole year too).

Wait! One last thing; my family is thinking of getting a miniature pig, but we still haven’t decided on a name. I think for a girl it should either be Ramona or Ginger or Evelyn or Cosima, and for a boy I want to name it either Clifford or Paul. What do you think?

Now, my readers, I will fly off in my magic bubble! Good bye!


Challenge 1 Activity 2- by Eden

Challenge 1 Activity 2

This is my avatar. I chose this avatar because it is a type of drawing called manga and I love drawing manga cartoons because they are fun and easy to draw. These are some things that are part of manga drawing  large eyes ,round head, tiny mouth, very detailed hair and if you look close you can see that she has very simple hands with no fingers. Another reason I chose this avatar is because I have blue hair and her skin is blue (don’t worry I do not have blue skin), also one of my new favorite movies is called guardians of the galaxy in it everyone has colored skin. I also liked her because she has a musical instrument, a guitar, and I play the violin. I really like this avatar. I tried another avatar also but I liked this one a lot better.Bwc9__8C6Q7NRpK8Ou6lTIvT9YEbjcPYyuIh9DiR5FVDiF5PJ_6eLzUeGf_vJNBHr28jiqF0x4nC8LGkEtmuLtUal0492fzvaMp3I73RYs1WqOjjHRyquMkVy6b0kqgGrw

December Sky – By Nachman

December Sky

The sky,

misty grays and white,

woven together,

a blanket, resting gently over the child.


Across the dark blue oceans,

the water swaying, side to side, to its own rhythm,

across continents,

green tree tops, and yellow-white sand


Below the blanket of sky,

one patch,

once green,

but is now many shades of gray.


Looking up,

from the ground,

from the mud and leaves,

and from brambles and branches,


To the right,

a brilliant patch of white,

and back,

the tiniest strands of brave, new, fresh blue


While the rest of the sky,

the rest of the blanket,

smothering the earth,

is gray, and white, with a hint of steely silver.


In front,

the stream sits,

the water unmoving, still,

a dam of leaves blocks its motion


It has no current,

It has no life.


Ice nibbles away at the edges,

not strong enough to penetrate,

not weak enough to finally lose its hold


Spanning the dead stream,

a once mighty tree lies,

its trunk crusted with mold,

plants growing through the cracks of the remaining bark,


Its mighty trunk,

so sturdy, strong, impenetrable,

yet fallen,

sprouts into branches,


Started as a great trunk,

Ended in a meaningless twig.


Then past the still,

past the dead river, and the once mighty tree,


Life emerges.


A small bird breaks into flight,

its wings a blur,

and the first birdcalls ring out through the peace.


A flit of movement,

brown, grey, black, chestnut,

its tail wags,

as it darts onto the log,


The first call from the bird is joined,

one that trills, in powerful bursts of sound,

one that tweets, again and again,

and from somewhere, a putting noise



a flash of yellow

a car honks

a door slams


The peace

the silence

the serenity is broken


The forest is different.


The trees are the same,

still silver-gray-brown,

monuments reaching to touch the sky,

to break through the white-gray blanket.


The placid stream is still itself,

the ice still nibbles at its edges,


The once mighty tree still



across the stream


But the life is gone.


No darting squirrel,

no flitting bird,

and no more song.


The chorus of the birds is gone.


Only a small, putting, sound remains



one bird calls

and the air is pierced

pierced by the brave, blue, strands of sky

and pierced by the chorus of the birds.


Life has returned.

100 Word Challenge By Erik

I opened the door. Thud! A peanut hit me straight in the forehead.  I feel back a little but quickly balanced myself. Another peanut hit me this time in the chest.  Before Jacob could throw another one I dove into his room and hid behind a desk. More peanuts came flying at me.  I looked around me but there was nothing for me to throw at him. Finally I picked up some of the broken peanuts that Jacob had thrown at me and threw them back at him.  After a minute I had none left. I had nowhere to go!


From the point of view of an adult-
  • How many posts did you write?

I wrote a lot of posts, about 7-10

  • How many were school based, your own interests or set by the challenge?

Most were school based, pretty much all of them.

  • How many comments did you receive from classmates, teachers or overseas students?

I got about 5 comments overall. One from a teacher, three from family members and one from a classmate

  • Which post received the most comments? Why do you think that happened?

My scary story got the most comments. I think that was the case because it had a really gripping title.

  • Which post did you enjoy writing the most and why?

I really enjoyed my self post because I think it really expressed myself as a person and I thought that I did a good job of that

  • Did you change blog themes at all and why?

I don’t know what that means

  • How many widgets do you have? Do you think this is too many or not enough?

I didn’t have any widgets at all. I think i should have added more.

  • How many overseas students do you have on your blogroll?

I had zero students from overseas.