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So somehow I

So somehow I ended up writing a Twilight... fanfiction, I suppose, except that I'm not a fan.

I read Eclipse, because the movie is coming out and I want to see it because I'm hoping they'll continue to get better. (The new director did wonders.) Anyway, I finished it and was sort of like, "...that was a lame fight scene." Between Eddykins and Victoria. I mean, Smeyer described it like it was a ballet or something.

submitted by Mary W., age 12.3, NJ
(June 15, 2010 - 4:57 pm)

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This is a

This is a poem!  I'm really Autumn, Meadow's sis, but I just wanted to make up a name.  ((From Medd: She could have bee Karamel, like Kake and Koffee, but she chose Caramel instead.))

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Seasons

The trees are grren

The sky is blue

The sun is looking down at you

It's hot as can be

Look at me, I'm sweaty

The sky is blue

The trees ar green

submitted by Caramel, age 9, In this room in
(June 11, 2010 - 11:10 am)

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AnnI'm b

Ann

I'm back! I missed you all!

submitted by Ann
(June 8, 2010 - 5:15 pm)

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JulNoWriMo!B

JulNoWriMo!

submitted by Ima
(June 6, 2010 - 2:32 am)

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Round Robin!

Round Robin!

 

My very first ever RR thread! Who wants to go?

 

Samanterra's heart was racing in her chest as she ran. They were after her, but she was faster. At least, she hoped she was.

Leaping nimbly over a fallen log, she suddenly ran smack into a fence. No! She turned and ran another way.

Another fence! On and on and on...

But now they were catching up to her. Suddenly she heard his loathsome voice in her head.

"Running again, Samanterra?"

submitted by Wolfgirl67, age 12, The IW!
(June 3, 2010 - 7:58 pm)

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Short Story that

Short Story that I wrote for Humanities today and thought turned out decent so I'm posting it now for more critiques mwah ha ha ha.

Partly inspired by listening to Into the Woods a little too often. The princes' backstories especially are almost directly ripped from the ItW princes. And the ELE was stolen shamelessly from Dr. Horrible. And the stupid broom was modelled on Granny's from the Discworld series.

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submitted by TNO, age 16, Local Brainwash
(June 2, 2010 - 11:05 am)

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THE MYSTERY ESTAB

THE MYSTERY ESTABLISHMENT!! Welcome, everyone! Here we print magazines and sell things. Feel free to just hang out.

-the Cricket Country Journal: $2.00 per issue!

-handmade lanterns: $5:00!

-small woodcarvings: $1:50!

-large woodcarvings: $5:50!

-small potted plants: $3:00

-potted trees: $8:00

- wicker baskets: $8:00

submitted by Sasha B., age 11, Berkeley, CA
(May 29, 2010 - 7:31 pm)

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HUNGER GAMES RP!

HUNGER GAMES RP! The goal is not to have (one of) your character(s) win but to put together a hunger games from many points of view. If you have not already, please visit my Hunger Games thread on BaB. Ahem.

Shortly after my name- Jenna O'Waxtren- is reaped from the girls' ball in district 11, I am roughly shoved into an odd white room. My parents talk to me, but we think of nothing to say but 'goodbye.' I had some idea that I was going to not cry, but I choke on a sob as my parents come. They hold me close until time is up.

submitted by Sasha B., age 11, Berkeley, CA
(May 29, 2010 - 6:10 pm)

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HUNGER GAMES ROLEPLAY!

HUNGER GAMES ROLEPLAY! The situation is: this is sometime a little after the second quell. All the characters are tributes. Note: don't get attached to your characters! They will die! If your character dies, make up another character and say that they've been hiding in the woods or something. I would start you off if I had time. I will comment soon. Have fun!

submitted by Sasha B., age 11, Berkeley, CA
(May 27, 2010 - 3:11 pm)

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Poem I wrote

Poem I wrote

 

This is a poem.  That I wrote.  That rhymes.  That is not revised at all.  And i would love it if you would say your thoughts...

 

Life of Poems

Your thoughts go

To your pocket

Ripped from notebook 

Into locket

To be read

And remembered 

For reciting

In December

To be sung

To think about

Forever

The life of poems

May be clever

submitted by Meddita (Meadow), age twelve, The basement.
(May 27, 2010 - 10:45 am)
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