Writer's Corner

Cale:

The soft crimson sky let off an aura of lights as the sun sets below the horizon. My small petite feet crunch under the soft white snow. My eyes glare into the abyss, into the deep night sky until a sharp gleam of light showers from above.

Harper M & Harper L:

A rusty old ship, creaked and swallowed, swayed and dropped as it glided through an endless ocean.

Clutching the deck, Bibi slipped over the flooded boards through the night, deep in the current until the waves stopped and there was nothing but quiet…

Ranen:

The soldier that shrieked, ran for his life across the grassy field. Clutching his weapon in his hand, the soldier ran kept running until there was noone in sight.