6th Grade Writing Contest 

 Each student was to write a short story around a line from 

Prophecy of the Flame - Book One 

"I looked up from the sentinel I'm keeping into the eyes of a young boy"

The student with the most votes will win a limited edition Prophecy of the Flame post card.

 

By Rachel M. Welker.

 

I look up from the  sentinel  I am keeping into the eyes of a young boy. They are full of hunger and pain. I glance back down at the tiny statue that is keeping watch over me and hand it to him. His eyes fill with joy and wonder. "Keep it," I whisper, barely audible, "it will protect you." I stand up and walk away. I take one step at a time, barely able to put one foot in front of the other as I walk. Now that I have no guard I am helpless. I might as well be left to die.

I walk for a long time, never stopping, never resting. I am somehow staying at the  same  pace. The forest keeps me awestruck. Never before have I seen such a beautiful place. Then, I feel an overwhelming weight in my chest. It is time. I lay myself down and close my eyes. They never will open unless my prince comes to save me. And I desperately hope he does.

6th Grade Writing Contest 

 Each student was to write a short story around a line from 

Prophecy of the Flame - Book One 

"I looked up from the sentinel I'm keeping into the eyes of a young boy"

The student with the most votes will win a limited edition Prophecy of the Flame post card.

By Lauren

I look up from the sentinel I'm keeping into the eyes of a young male wolf. He had very messy black fur and neon green eyes. Whatever he was thinking, I bet he thought I was a ghost by the way he looked at me. All of the sudden, his eyes flashed and I looked down and he looked up. Or was it still him? He looked awfully like... like... ME., a scarlet and black wolf with ice blue eyes.

My eyes pirced me. What was smell... smoke?

I slowly turned my head, or his, to see all the land behind me was filled with neon green mixed with blue fire. I had absolutely nowhere to flee. Howling didn't help me.

The Chocolate Chip Cookie That Calls Your Name

The Cookie

The other day, I saw a broken chocolate chip cookie in a bag on the table. 

I knew it'd been a while since I made that batch of cookies - I couldn't remember exactly how long - but I had that chocolate craving I get about once a month.

The cookie was hard (it was soft after I made it). It didn't really taste that good either. After one bite, I chucked the rest.

A couple of hours later, after dinner, I had the worst indigestion, ever! In the morning, I woke up with a burning throat and a tiny bit of vomit in my mouth. All day long all I  managed to hold down a few crackers... that's it!

I'll never eat an old cookie again!