Mahraeel Tadros (11) CREATIVE WRITER
BEWARE THE BIRD.
I jolted awake in bed. My heart racing off-beat. A quick glance at Megan’s bed told me all I needed to know. It must have only been a rotten dream, I told myself.
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Mahraeel Tadros (11) CREATIVE WRITER
BEWARE THE BIRD.
I jolted awake in bed. My heart racing off-beat. A quick glance at Megan’s bed told me all I needed to know. It must have only been a rotten dream, I told myself.
Mahraeel Tadros (11) | CREATIVE WRITING
I stared at the strange little bird. For the first time, I noticed the faint gray smoke floating from its tail, the peculiar shine of its eyes, and the soft whir of turning gears. A minute passed before I recovered.
Mahraeel Tadros (11) CREATIVE WRITER
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sun’s morning light dawned with the sound of rain and the gloom of ash-grey clouds.
Carina Yang (10) CREATIVE WRITER
A boy struggled with his sweater as he scrambled out of the car;
He swiftly grabbed his bag from the back trunk and ran toward the school.
Wonny Wan (12) CREATIVE WRITER
There was once a small boy who grew up in New York City,
The boy had ideas, was bright, and was witty.
Portia Chang (12) CREATIVE WRITER
“You’re lucky,” he grumbles. I tilt my head, shooting him a warning glance. But he continues, “You don’t have to wonder where you came from. Who-” he scoffs “-gave birth to you. Or whether you’re actually real or n-”