Circus Days

I worked at the Chudesnyye I Misticheskiye Ispolniteli Tsirka (The Marvellous and Mystical Circus Performers) for around 10 years as a trapeze artist. They called me the Malen’koye pero, which means “little feather” in Russian. I could fly through the air with almost no effort and with no fear at all. I came from the noble family…

10 years

As most sea-tales do, my story begins with me running away from home. My sister Jeanette and I ran away from our strict, conservative French-English family when I was only 15, and she was 17 years old. After a few (mis)adventures, we ended up being part of a ship’s crew. The year was 1808, and we were aboard…

On Sequoias

Wasn’t I lucky to visit Yosemite National Park in April! One of the most fascinating things I saw there were the giant sequoia trees. Sequoia trees have been around for hundreds of years. In fact, Native American tribes living in that area have given them names like wawona, toos-pung-ish and hea-mi-withic. Giant sequoias grow naturally only in a…

Tail Spinner or How I became a Writer :-)

When I began studying in a new school in a new city, I made many new friends. However, one thing made me feel left out – all of them had pets. Allie had a frog, Roma had a dog, Charlotte had three cats, and Ruth had a hamster. It was considered odd not to have…

The Dream

Here I stood, with the mike in front of me and an orchestra, or at least what looked like one, playing soft music, which sounded like fingernails being scraped on a blackboard. “Silence!” shrieked a cold voice. The orchestra stopped, and an eerie silence penetrated through the hall. “The chair recognizes Ophelia Dupree, reason for…

Four Doodles

These are four doodles that I drew.. hope you like it!

Monsters under my bed!

“Juliana”, my mother yells. “We are going whether you like it or not. I’ve told you a million times, monsters do not live under beds!!” I’ve been told many times that monsters don’t exist. People have tried to prove it to me by forcing me to look under my bed. However, I am smarter than…

Death in a Hotel

Detective Wayne Clive Duncan entered the dark, gloomy hotel room. He bent over the dead woman and touched her face. The woman’s waxy, purple skin, and blue lips, suggested that she had been dead for about an hour. A Gucci purse lying next to her body had her wallet in it, which identified her as…

A Bossy Perspective – an anecdotal short story

My name is Amelia, but everyone calls me Mia. I am 10 years old. This is the story of how I became a billionaire. This is also going to be my write-up for  the English creative writing assignment that my teacher, Ms. Williams, gave our class. That wonderful morning, my twin Leanne (or Lea) and…