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How to Escape from Prison
Eden, age 10, Missouri
Once,a long time ago, an annoyed king decided to make a prison for all of the servants he didn’t like. So he watched,eating the most ripe and rare fruit, as his other servants dug a really big hole in the ground, eighty feet deep and a thousand feet wide(occasionally,he pushed in servants he didn’t like.) Like I said, really big. Also, this was a king of an extremely small brain. Since the king had already decided on red, when the architect asked the king what material he wanted to use, he simply looked at what he was eating, held it up for the architect to see, and declared ,”This!”, delighted at his brilliance. The architect shook his head. How had he ended up with such a dumb king? But, of course, he couldn’t disobey his orders(unless he wanted to end up in the very pit he was building.) So the reluctant servant began construction.
In another part of the castle, a fifteen-year-old server named Sadie and her fourteen-year-old sister Mal were busy tiding up one of the long, carpeted, tapestry-filled hallways. The two girls chatted with each other, each working on their own side. At one point, Mal came to a piece of gum some careless count had flung onto the wall. It had been two years since the count had gotten rid of his gum, so it was extremely gross and extremely stuck. Frustrated, Mal declared ,”I wish we didn’t have to work for that dumb king. He doesn’t even have decent enemies!” This was both very true and a very Mal thing to say, as she often spoke her mind. “Agreed.” Sadie replied. Something you probably don’t know about castles: they have security cams everywhere. So when those eighteen words were spoken, the guy on camera duty wrote there names on…an invitation list.
That night, in the small room the king permitted his two servants to sleep in when they worked two or more days in a row(it took awhile to get to the castle), there was a note addressed to them. Sadie opened it quickly. This is what it said:
The high and honorable king has humbly invited you to a royal party.
Please arrive at 7 a.m. sharp in the grand backyard.
Your King.
That is all it said. But it was enough for Sadie and Mal to look at each other and whisper scream excitedly. Even though the king was rather dumb, he was know for throwing the most exciting parties in the land. So they set out the clothes for the next day and set there alarm clock for 6:30 a.m. in the morning.
The next morning, they were immediately awoken the alarm clock. Sadie and Mal shot out of bed and then put on their dresses, did each other’s hair, and began the way to the party. They rushed eagerly down the hallway to the backyard in a matter of minutes. When they arrived, Sadie and Mal noticed that quite a few people were standing in front of and gawking at…something. When they joined the crowd, they realized that it was a huge hole with red walls and a padded floor. Sadie and Mal shared a look. What IS that?, they both wondered. They soon found out. Because at 7 a.m. sharp, a voice declared ,”Now!”, and they were pushed in. Don’t worry; no one got hurt. Like I said before, the floor was padded. But that still didn’t change the fact that they were stuck in a very deep, very long rectangular hole. The servants looked up, horror-stricken, as the king cackled gleefully. Then he and the remaining servants turned and left. “Well. At least there’s no more cleaning.” Mal said almost subconsciously, trying to stay on the positive side. “Yeah!” Someone shouted. “Now we can curse that fat king as much as we want!” And then the group erupted into cheers. Sadie simply sighed. Then she leaned back onto the wall. “EWWWWW!” She suddenly exclaimed. Every one turned to look at her. “This wall is squishy!” Everyone ran to the nearest wall to feel for themselves. “She’s right!” Someone confirmed. Sadie inspected the wall closely. “Oh my gosh! I think this wall is made of…watermelon?” She was right. The entire wall was made of the watery red fruit known around the world as watermelon. “Do you know what this means?” Mal asked, sounding excited. “We’ll never go hungry?” Sadie suggested. “No! It means our way out! In other words, escape!” Sadie smacked her head. “Of course! We dig out small foot and handholds as we climb up and out!” “And,” Mal added,” the floors are padded so we don’t get hurt if we fall!” “This might not be as easy as we think.” Someone worried. However, it was every bit as easy as they thought, if not easier. In a matter of minutes, everyone was out, completely unharmed. “You know, there’s still work to be done.” Mal said. “The king will just capture us again and put us in a more secure prison.” “ I know.” Sadie agreed. So then Mal, Sadie, and the rest of the prisoners ended up capturing the startled king and throwing him into the pit, and unlike everyone else he did not escape and instead lived the rest of his life eating watermelon while Sadie and Mal rule the kingdom.
The End!
Story Love
The Battery
Myrtis, age 11, California
The battery is low. The battery is low.
Chaaaaaaaarge
The battery is high. The battery is high.
Uuuuuuuuuuuse
The battery is low again. The battery is low again.
Chaaaaaaaaarge
The battery is high again. The battery is high again.
Breeeeeeeeak
The battery is broken. Powering….down….
The end
Zucchini and the Screaming Goat
Callum, age 6, Mississippi
Once upon a time there was a little boy named zucchini, and he was growing his carrot garden. Then he found a screaming goat, zucchini peted the goat once the kept growing his garden, a long time passed it was November! zucchini was ready for a trip, and he saw the same screaming goat after he arrived! he traveled again, again, again, and again, but the goat would not stop following him! then the goat ate zucchini. THE END.
Porridge Mountain
Delilah, age 7, United Kingdom
Today we're going to learn about Porridge Mountain. One day a witch wanted porridge. She told caldrin to make porridge but she left it for too long. It went erywere. People made a castle out of the poridge on top of porridge mountain.
