Left You Hanging 2.0

  Greetings! I recreated my original Left Ya Hangin’ cliffhanger from a few years earlier. I really enjoyed rewriting this, and I love seeing how much progress I’ve made as a young writer! I think this’ll mainly just be a writing warm-up, but I’m considering continuing this story once I’m done with my Minecraft book! Read More…

The Fallen Angel Poem

  Hello again! It’s Alexis! I recently started a writer’s camp, and my homework was to write a poem or short story about an angel that wants to rule the world, but their problem is death(or themselves, haha).   An angel has fallen away from Heaven. He has rebelled against the Lord. He is out Read More…

Name Meaning Poem

Hello! So sorry for the delay of my Minecraft Story post. I’m working on a digital art project of the character Liam, to post with my first chapter! Here’s a poem I wrote from the perspective of the main character!   My name means strong-willed. It means that I am my own self. That I Read More…

Minecraft Story

Hello! I haven’t posted in a while, but I am working on a new story! Here’s what it’s about!   Excerpt A boy named Liam gets into a heated argument with his mom. After mouthing off, Liam finds himself grounded. Grounded meant no friends or devices. Knowing he was stirring the pot, he decided to Read More…

Chapter One, A Lost Friend

The wind produced terrifying shrieks of fear. They pierced the gloomy, black sky. The gusts zipped through the city. Cries of pain howled through the night. Dogs barked ferociously, and feathered wings of birds slashed the sky. Cats hissed recklessly. All of them together created torture.       I had almost made it out of the Suburb. Read More…

Chapter One

Jessica Spencer was a shy girl. She had four siblings and loving parents.   Jessie’s hair was amber brown, short cut, and curly. She had short bangs swept to the side with strands of small loopy hair that dangled in front of her ears. Near the back a thin line of braided yarn streaked down. Read More…

Memoir of a Hillbilly

Let me tell you a story. It dated back around, sixty years ago. You see I was just a youngin’, ‘bout nine or so. My folks were split up, and this month I was stayin’ with my Pa.  I was in my room. It was small, but yet cozy. I flipped through the pages of Read More…

Left Ya Hangin’

It was a stormy night, Thunder crashed above me. The rain pounded on my poncho. The sidewalk was slippery, but I had to keep on looking. It had to be here somewhere. Then I saw something white flash before my eyes. My flash light’s light bounced all over the place. Then the beam hit something Read More…

The True Story of My Cat

It was a sunny day, my friends and I  were all curled up in bean bags reading silently in Mrs. Skeens class. Describing Mrs. Skeen is hard because she’s so nice and it’s hard to pick the words to describe her, But since we don’t have all day I’ll pick a little. Mrs. Skeen is Read More…