Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Writing Winners 11-13

1st place:


by Kira Riley

I peer through the greenish gloom

To find a fish in his watery room

His back reflects the mid-summer sun

His tail is thin, where lines do run.

He twitches at my head’s shape

A blackish thing on his rock cape

I step back to resume my day

Since he has no wish for me to stay.

2nd place:

Th3eus and the Min0taur

By Alexander Poorvu

Boy, how did I get dragged into this job? Thought The3eus as he walked on toward the Min0taur the fearsome monster with the head of a cyber bull and the body of a man, well hopefully that was where he was going. The year was 2459 AD. After he had sworn to kill the Min0taur he soon set off into the labyrinth, an impossible maze. He had been walking for three days now and was barely keeping up with the clue, the magical ball of string given to him by 1carus the son of the famous inventor Deada1us. He followed the twists and turns for hours until he could go no farther. He sat down against the wall and closed his eyes. When he opened them he knew he was in a dream. He was imagining a battle between the gods and thousands of Min0taurs. He saw the gods fight valiantly but he could tell that the sheer weight of numbers was going to over power them soon. He quickly searched for a weapon to help them and found an energy sword lying unused on the ground. He quickly picked it up and scanned the battle looking for somebody to help. He saw Ares, the god of war, surrounded by a pack of Min0taurs.He ran to help him and chopped off the head of the nearest Min0taur.As soon as he did all of the Min0taurs and gods disappeared, except for Ares. When The3eus looked around he saw that they were in a temple but not one of the new high-tech temples that he was used too, no, one of those old temples, from ancient Greece that you see in museums. “Uh, Hi how are you doing? Uh, I am The3eus and, uh, I am trying to kill the real Min0taur so if you could help me, uh, thanks.” Well that probably sounded really stupid thought The3eus.Then Ares completely surprised The3eus by saying, “Hey, as you might already know I’m Ares the one and only, you know the god of war and all that. Anyway, you just chose me to be your partner person thing! OK, now I will explain, my invisible spirit will be next to you and I will help you out by telling you stuff and, my specialty, fighting.” “Wait a second.” said The3eus “How will I fight the Min0taur? I don’t have a weapon.”
Well now you do,” said Ares as an energy sword appeared in The3seus’s hand. “Oh, and by the way,” continued Ares “There are lots of 1mps and tro11s and stuff that the clue is leading you too. So what I suggest, instead of fighting all of them, cut the clue and I will guide you through, and hopefully back.” After that The3eus found himself against the wall again in the labyrinth. Hey! The3eus wake up! Wait, Ares! Now what? Cut the clue! Weren’t you paying any attention? I’ll guide you. Am I hallucinating or are you really with me? Just trust me. So The3eus cut the clue. He felt like he had lost an arm and was helpless with out it. Then he heard Ares in his mind, OK, nice job, now keep on going and take a left to the next annoying tunnel. Do you really know where you are going? Sure I do. I know this place like the back of my invisible hand. That’s reassuring. Good. Now take three rights down the hallways of doom. Ha ha. The3seus and Ares wont on like that for a few hours until Ares thought We have arrived at happyville home of the cute and cuddly Min0taur! OK, let’s get this over with. The3seus realized the Min0taur was asleep once he turned the corner. Well this is going to make a great story. You stabbed the Min0taur in the back. I’ll go wake him up. Are you crazy!? Too late. The3eus saw the Min0taur jump to his feet with an earsplitting roar. Well you really outdid yourself this time. Well what are you waiting for? Are you going to kill him or what? With a sight The3eus drew his energy sword, just I time to see the Min0taur pick up a giant laser axe. Oh great, he is going to rip me to pieces. No your doing fine. I haven’t done anything yet. That’s the point. The3eus was going to think of something nasty to say Ares but he didn’t have time because the Min0taur charged him. The3eus had just enough time to dive out of the way. OK, let’s go. The3eus brought his sword up to defend the laser axe just in time. They parried for hours neither getting the upper hand until, This is getting boring. Suddenly a lightning bolt shot from The3eus’s sword and struck the Min0taur. The surprised Min0taur went flying through the ceiling. Well we won’t be seeing him for a while. Thanks for saving me. No problemo. Now we can finally see the sun through. Ares was right, the sun illuminated the whole labyrinth and there was a scream as the sun hit some poor vampire turning him into a pile of ashes on the floor. Whoops, next time you see him tell him I’m sorry. The3eus laughed and looked around for the first time. He suddenly realized the place was full of treasure. Well let’s get this back. In the blink of an eye The3eus found himself in his room with all of the treasure from the labyrinth. He realized he was exhausted and got into his bed. I will tell everybody about this tomorrow. Sure you will.

3rd Place:

Swish and Glide

By Anna-Astrid B. Oberbrunner


like a bird

over glittering ice,


like the scent of spice,

like a dancer

thin but strong

pushing gently

but so long,


she bows her head

and gorgeous is under-said


just watch her slide,

watch the skater

swish and glide.

Honorable Mention:

1 Inch Tall

By Brianna Lavelle

I hunch over my piece of paper sketching a drawing of some cans. It is rather annoying, frankly. I’m not that good a drawer unless it’s painting and I’m really tired right now. There is no eraser, and I keep on messing up. I look over to the cans and start wondering what is underneath them. How do the earthworms feel? What are they doing? What about the bugs? My eyes start to wander and I think I’m starting to day-where am I…………….

“BOOM! CRASH!” My eyes flutter open. I look at my surroundings. Giant ominous things of black, grey and yellow loom above me. I look the other way. A lot of huge figures are out in the distance. They are waving there arms around and their mouths are moving, like something bad is happening. But I can’t hear them. I look the other way. The ground seems to move underneath me and a huge yellow hand bends down and scoops up humongous rocks. There are crunching sounds as some drop down again. The huge yellow hand draws back and drops down the rocks. Then it comes back again, with a swaying motion. I watch this, fascinated. IT scoops up another huge handful of rocks. A rock on the edge sways a little. As the hand draws back it rocks, and suddenly the rock falls.

A huge thundering sound echoes through my ears. The rock rolls towards me. My brain freezes. The rocks is hurling toward me at highs speed. I am in its path. My eyes are focused only on the rock. Everything else is a blur. Oh my god.

The rock lunges toward me, faster, faster, FASTER. My feet are stuck. Panic runs through my body. I hear a hammer in the distance. I am petrified. My feet are stuck and the rock is coming.

Suddenly my feet are moving again. Blood rushes through my body. The rick is shooting toward me like a bullet. I look around and without knowing where I am going, I dive for cover.

I open my eyes which had been squeezed shut. I discover the place that saved me in under a huge cylinder. I can barely see the top, it’s so high. It is a musty yellow color. I see the gap I have dived in. It looks like a huge elephant tried to squeeze in here and the only thing that made it in was its tail. I look across the cylinder. There are mountains of brown spiky sand. I decide to go to the top of one.

By the time I get up the first hill I can’t feel my legs and I am exhausted. I sit down on top of the hill and pile the brown spiky sand on top of me. I feel like I am having a nice massage.

It seems I have been sitting here for hours when suddenly a dark shape covers the gap I dived into. I bolt up. A huge, slimy, disgusting, ugly looking bug is walking through the gap. I wanted company but not this kind!

I dart over the hill and run as fast as I can over to the wall of the cylinder. It is damp and sticky as if glue has just been on it. I cover myself in the brown spiky sand and try to make myself smaller than I already am.

I feel really safe. For a few minutes I sit against the wall trying to push the thought of the bug coming out of my mind. I suddenly see the red antennas of the bug coming over the hill. I feel like I need to throw up. As the bug draws nearer and nearer I stare up at the top of the cylinder and pray that the bug will go away. It doesn’t work. I see the eyes of the bug stare at me. They are haunting. Its white fangs seem ready to chomp me down. They gleam off the reflection of the cylinder.

A shiver runs through my body. I am petrified. This is the worst moment of my small life. The antennas start to come out and I feel like I am in a horror movie and the monster is opening its mouth to gobble me up. Expect this is worse. I am actually going to die. The antennas keep stretching out to my face as the bug’s red legs, covered in hair, move closer. I draw in a deep breath and thing of how to escape.

I can feel the wind that the antennas blow on my face. It has no nose but a bump on its face starts to twitch. The antennas are about to touch me. I have no idea if it has eyes or not but if it does it is definitely going hitting the right place. My neck. Its antennas are wet and slimy and it feels like someone is putting a needle on my neck.

Suddenly I duck out of the way and with supernatural strength that I have no idea where it is coming from I shriek and dash towards the door. I hear the pitter-patter of the bug’s feet behind me, but I don’t dare look back. I run to the grey cylinder and hide behind it. The paint is scraping off, and my hair gets stuck in it. I rip away, and stay close to the cylinder. I hear the bug close to me and I am afraid that the heavy pant of my breathing or the pounding of my heart will draw the bug closer. I turn my head and try to calm myself. Huuu-uuuh.

I turn my head and peek out from the cylinder. The bug is about three feet away. I look past it. There is the rock that had been rolling towards me. I get a crazy idea. IF I run to the rock and climb on top the bug won’t be able to get me! I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. I inch around the cylinder and look at the bug. It has its back turned to me. Or does it?

My head is pounding as I charge towards the bug. It whips around but I am too fast. I run past it. The bug seems dazed and confused but its tiny legs roll forward and it lets out a scream in rage. I run towards the rock and start putting my legs in all the holes. I put my arm up and haul my legs up. My legs are scratched and bleeding, but I pay no attention. I scramble up to the top of the rock. When I finally catch my breath I sit there, staring down at the bug.

Suddenly the bug’s antennas come into view. “Darn bug!” I scream. “Darn, darn, darn, darn bug!”

Surprisingly I am not scared. This bug’s brain is smaller than a cookie crumb. Why should I be scared? I look up to see a cylinder, towering above me. It is not that far up. I can make it. There is a bubbling feeling inside of me. With the most strength that I can find inside myself I pump my tiny legs and leap up to the cylinder. My feet scrape the sides but I push myself up.

I stare down at the bug. It is attempting to climb up the sides of the cylinder but it is failing. Then I realize that I am standing on a can! The can that I was sketching! “Ha, you dumb bug, you can’t get me know! And you thought you were smart!! Well you’re not, sorry about that. I wish your brain was smaller!”

The bug lets out a squeal. Suddenly with no warning I fling myself off the can. I am falling, falling, falling into space. My visions is blurred and there is blackness all around me. Then I realize that I am falling. I will fall splat on the ground and someone will squish me and I will never see my parents again. What a horrible life!

“Brianna? Brianna? It’s time to go.” I shake my head and look up. It is my counselor, telling me it’s time to go.

I get up and start walking, crushing the bug beneath me.

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