Invisible

Lily

Bianca wished she could try going back. But it seemed impossible. As if there was an invisible force pushing her away.

If there actually is an invisible force that’s holding me back, why? Bianca thought. I just don’t get what is so special about me that they just can’t handle it themselves.

She looked up. Suddenly, she gasped. The sky was spinning, the stars were moving, the moon was shifting, the clouds were scooting away, whatever was holding Bianca back was now preparing for their final attack, to crush her under their power, she would be helpless in their hands….

Bianca…go back home. Bianca more felt it than heard it. Bianca, you have to go home. Now. It’s dangerous in the forest when you are alone, one knows not what has befell them until their fate is proclaimed. You must go now, back home….

As if in response to the unidentified speaker, Bianca stammered, “I-I can’t. Something…it’s holding me back.”

If you can’t go back then I will guide you…come and meet me. Here are your directions. Follow the stream until it reaches the river. Then follow the river until the river meets the sky. That is your destination.

Before the Stars

Lily

Bianca treaded lightly through the trees and came to a small brook. She stopped and took from her bag a water bottle, which she refilled. Then she contined on her way. It was noon, and the sun was blaring, so she headed through the underbrush instead, careful to slither quietly across and not come crashing through the thick underbrush. Thankfully, the underbrush was full of chirruping of birds and milling about of insects that a few crunches of dead leaves didn’t bother them the least bit.

Bianca slithered through underbrush for hours, until the memory of lunch felt distant and forgien. Also, as a side note, the underbursh was not so thick here. Bianca looked out. She saw the night sky and deep indigo, dotted and pinned back by the silver-white stars. This was the first time she ever considered going back.

But going back was…she didn’t know what, but it seemed somehow…so impossible. She’d have to follow her instinct, and rely on the wilderness to be her guide.

Pull of the Wild

Lily

Unless Bianca were to re-embrace the voice of her Aunt Jane talking on the phone (for it seemed like Aunt Jane was ALWAYS talking on the phone), Bianca would have to keep her distance, which she did without a problem. She ran up ahead, carefully avoiding dried leaves so as not to provoke attention. She stepped as lightly as a cat, but as confidently as a full-grown collie. She didn’t want Aunt Jane to call, “Come here, dear, and come talk to…” whoever she was talking to on the phone.

She and Aunt Jane were backpacking, only Aunt Jane was paying more attention to her phone call than to the path.

Up ahead, Bianca saw two chances: to leave her Aunt, or to stay. She met the eyes of her phone-obsessed Aunt. She thought quickly, then took a great leap into freedom.

And she saw her Aunt walk by, leaving her to her own survival.

Letters for Thanksgiving

Dear Potatoes

I do wonder why I like you,

It is rather strange for me too.

You are quite versatile,

So much you make everyone smile.

They can leave you plain,

Or, with gravy, give you a stain.

They can chop you into strips,

With no escape tips,

I should give you some,

For the time’s almost come.

It’s Thanksgiving soon,

And I have a plan,

To send you off

In a hot-air-balloon!

Fly away, potato!

Lily

Dear Turkey

Why didn’t you run faster,

You’re sitting on my plate.

All you had to do,

Was jump over the garden gate!

You’re surrounded by potatoes,

All squashed together with pie,

But if I took you as a pet,

You’ll wear a red bow-tie!

So do listen up,

Cause I’ll give you advice,

Tell your friends that when we come,

Tell us to be nice!

Lily

Tintin’s Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving to all living,

And to you, Tintin too,

I’ll wish you a good day,

Filled with things you like to do.

A nice run in the sun,

A bark at the dog park,

Chasing after birds,

Like letters in the words.

Lily

The Mystery of Coco’s Snake

By Lily

Stupid X plus stupid Y equals stupid Z plus seventy-eight…. I knew that I would never finish my Algebra homework this way. But I thought I had a good reason to be annoyed. Diana had very plainly told me, “Forty-two seconds, you have, to slip on your shoes and come outside.” Then somewhere within that time, I was later told that it was thirty-eight seconds in, I had been told that my Algebra teacher just assigned us four pages of new homework that was due tomorrow. It was already evening, early evening. Around 5:00 had been when I was invited out by Diana. Now, it was 5:32 and oh…how many seconds? I thought, Forget seconds! The minutes will do! Though I knew Diana liked me to be exact with my math, I couldn’t be exact. I had lived with Diana so many years, that octopi were cnidarians if I didn’t know she would give me forty-two seconds, exactly forty-two seconds, and at the forty-third second mark, she would start waiting, usually a little ways from our homes, at 9584 Crescent Drive. Or else I would find her at Squeaky Road’s dead end. (By the way octopi are NOT cnidarians)!!

                I looked out the window of my room, and sure enough, there she was. I could see her, her long blonde hair blowing in untidy waves. She was peering at a patch of grass, where I could barely see Coco camouflaged against dried grass.

Early June, it was. The grass was just drying up, and there were only a few days of school left. Littlewick Green, England was teeming with greens, yellows, blues, and extravagant puffs of snow-white cumulus clouds.

Coco darted quickly around, leapt back, and took a strike forwards. As you may have imagined, she was the same, quick, grouchy four-legged feline I had known to be so loyal to those loved ones, and so aggressive to those of her enemies. As you could imagine, Coco belonged to Diana Reed.

Beside Coco stood a silky Retriever Pyrenees mix. Butter, I thought. Butter was another of Diana’s pets, but a dog. Named for his butter-colored coat that was golden—like a retriever but tinted with the snow-white of the Pyrenees, he watched Coco hunting intently. I laughed. Butter wanted to hunt like Coco, and he always tried. However the bell on his collar was what always gave him away.

A meow startled me. My cat, Mr. Sherlock Holmes padded swiftly in. Jumping onto the window seat, he sat down, cutting my view from Diana.

“Hey, Sherlock!” I protested.

“Mreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooow…” Sherlock protested back, wiggling and twisting, trying to get out of my grip.

I emptied him on the carpet, making him growl grouchily. Coco had vanished. In fact, so had Diana!

A loud bang on the door rattled the entire house.

So THAT’S where Diana’s been! I thought to myself. But why on earth would she come rattling on the door if she knows I won’t come out? For I knew she knew exactly what was going on. She would not come rattling on the door for no good reason when she knew I was busy. Because, though I could not say she thought everything out…she didn’t do things for no good reason, either. So why was she banging on the door?

The door opened, and I heard a murmur of voices. After a while, the door slammed shut. An engine started, and our family’s bright teal beetle pulled out of the driveway.

*

“Hello, Lucian.”

I whirled around in the seat. Diana was standing in the doorway, apparently she had padded down the hall, into my room, and then across the room and through the door into my study, all without making a sound.

“Diana!”

“English teacher mixed us up again, did you hear? She gave us one copy of reading homework, not two. Thought we were in the same family, again.” Diana seemed unconcerned about her reading homework, more concerned about our clumsy and very forgetful English teacher. “Had to photocopy it for you. Here.” She tossed a stapled stack of papers at me. “Your reading homework.”

“What—what happened to Coco?” I stammered.

“Oh, her.” Diana replied coolly. “I thought you might ask about her. She’s just been carted off in that teal insect of yours.”

“Diana!” I snapped disapprovingly. “You know I hate it when you call our car a teal insect!”

“Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, okaaaaaaaaay. I’ll stop teasing you about it.” Diana smiled. “Anyways, what’s the big deal about it? I have a purple insect.”

“Diana, we have other things to worry about.”

“Like?”

“Tell me now, what happened to Coco?”

“Okay, here’s the whole story. Coco was hunting a snake, to be exact a garter snake, also known as a grass snake, also known as a garden snake. So then, she got bitten by the grass snake—”

The telephone rang. Diana picked it up, and asked, “Hello?”

A muffled reply came back.

“What!” Diana exclaimed. “You say she went missing? Oh…okay that works. C’mon Lucian! You’re done with your homework, anyway. We’ve got to find Coco. She went missing.”

But just at 9584 Crescent drive we saw Coco. A snake was by her. And it was trying to eat her.

I jumped back in surprise.

“Lucian!” Diana barked. “Don’t you see how urgent this situation is? If you don’t get right back here, Coco is going to become snake chow!”

The snake opened his mouth, and advanced. It stopped abruptly, hissed, and slunk away.

As for me and Diana, we burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

“Well?” I asked Diana. “Your predictions were not quite correct. Coco did not become snake chow, just…attempt-snake-chow.”

“Haha. Very funny,” Diana retorted, “Let’s get Coco inside. We’ll wait for Mr. and Mrs. Read inside.”

*

One hundred sixty-two, one hundred sixty-three, one hundred sixty-four, one hundred sixty-five….

Click!

Phew! I thought to myself. Waiting for your parents to go to bed was hard. Usually when I had counted to about sixty-three was when I heard their light click off. I stared at my glow-in-the-dark watch. 9:59, okay.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick….

Ah! Exactly 10:00! I stole across the floor, and opened the window. Outside, there was an outcropping of the eaves, which I mounted easily onto. I followed the tree branch that snaked sneakily across the eaves, and climbed onto the big tree. Oh! The snake was there! I tried not to laugh; it was trying to eat a bird but was still not big enough. That was all I needed to figure out. Slowly, quietly, I crept back through the window, and decided to call Diana tomorrow, to find out just what was going on with Coco and the snake.

*

“You say you what?” Diana asked, amazed.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Okay, this seems to have taken a turn. You say the same snake was sighted at 10:00 PM last night, right?”

“Exactly. But Diana, we have to hurry. You know I still have English homework to finish.”

Oh well! Your English homework can wait. It’s like your Algebra homework. You did it all yesterday because you didn’t know today was a conference meeting day. Well, what if tomorrow was also a conference day? I mind procrastinating about my thinking, but not about homework. So its not as if I care if you procrastinated. I procrastinate even more than you do, yet I still get good grades. Like I said, I don’t care if you procrastinate!”

“Well,” I thought a bit, then finally said, “I do.”

“Well there are more important things to do than homework. That snake isn’t an existing species. No grass snake comes around paralyzing animals, and if it was a poisonous species, first of all it wouldn’t look so alike. That snake has the exact same pattern as the grass snake. But grass snakes are not poisonous. Not even paralyzing. This has to be a hybrid snake. But no more evidence shows itself. Let us go, investigate at…hmmm…where?”

“It has to be a zoo,” I remarked. “Or an animal sanctuary. There’s only one poisonous snake wild in England. Anyways Adders are hemotoxic, not paralyzing.”

“THAT’S IT!” Diana sprang out of her seat so fast the chair tipped over. “My parents were talking about some commotion at the London Zoo. It seemed to surprise them—”

“But Mrs. and Mr. Reed didn’t want to startle you, so they kept the secret as best as they could. And then you figured it out.”

“Lucian, you are really getting the hang of how to properly deal with my ideas. Interrupt me when you know what’s going to happen next. So since the London Zoo is the one that was causing this commotion, it is the zoo near enough for a snake to crawl over here, it’s the only one that makes sense. Let us go conduct the investigation now.”

“But I have English homework to do, and according to the school calendar tomorrow is not a conference day.”

Oh well!”

Not oh well.”

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” Diana agreed. “But tomorrow, 3:00 AM be ready to be all set, with your shoes on, no homework excuses, and then we’ll go.”

I slipped through the door. “Bye.”

*

 The abysmally purple beetle, or, as Diana called it, the “purple insect” pulled out of the driveway, drove one block up, and paused there. I stepped quickly in, though I had never been on Diana’s beetle before. Their family usually biked to places, to help prevent so much car exhaust from mixing into clean air. But on long trips, like this one, had to be done by car. Looking around myself, I realized the difference between this car and a normal car. It had fewer dials, knobs, and buttons than a regular car, and also it was smaller than even a regular beetle. But the biggest difference was that Diana was sitting in the driver seat. She turned around and smiled at me.

“Diana!” I spluttered. “You—you don’t have a driver’s license!”

Oh well, Lucian. So what if I don’t have one, I don’t need one. Have you never realized that this is not a car? You realize that it doesn’t have a trunk? You see, we got a golf cart as a Christmas present from my Mom’s colleague, and we just renovated it into a car sort of thing. We gave it an extra row of seats, too. You don’t need a driver’s license to drive a golf cart—there!” Then Diana pressed on the accelerator and the golf cart—which I am still going to call a beetle, leapt into action.

It was, like Diana had requested, 3:00 AM in the morning. The sky was still dark, and the whole town of Littlewick Green was asleep. Sometime later, Diana reported that we were entering Maidenhead, which was also asleep. Then Slough, then Hayes, then Southall, then Brentford, then finally the outskirts of London. It had been around 35 minutes. Two minutes later we reached the more city-like part of London. About a minute later Diana pulled up outside the towering pillars of the Reptile House.

“Okay, ready?” Diana asked in a hushed whisper. I nodded and we entered in the Reptile House. Inside we lurked about in the darkness, being careful to keep in the shadows. When we were absolutely sure that nobody was around, Diana switched on a dim flashlight.

“Aha!” Even the slightest whisper of mine echoed loudly about the empty room. One of the exhibits, the Banded Krait exhibit’s glass was broken at the bottom. A wet trail glittered in the beam of Diana’s flashlight.

“That’s it!” She whispered. Then she glanced again. “Look. These are some footprints. People have been here. But evidently they weren’t following the snake. Also, the snake escaped today. But that doesn’t make sense—oh! Just under this wet trail, Lucian, do you see a dry trail? That is because it has been coming back and forth, back and forth. Probably to move some things that it needs over to its new nest in Littlewick Green.”

Suddenly, that Banded Krait slid out of the hole in the glass and slipped into the shadows. Then, it was gone.

“Lucian, I believe we have just witnessed one of the parents of the hybrid.”

“Diana, why don’t we inform the people that the Banded Krait got free?”

“Because they already know. Now, Lucian, what have you in your pockets?”

“Nothing much. An extra-large triangular paperclip, a popcorn kernel, an eraser, and a piece of wire.”

“Oh. And I have a hairpin, a mirror, a compass that comes with a magnifying glass, a tiny hole-puncher, and a thin extendable metal rod.”

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall.

*

Though the hole in the glass was big, it was barely big enough. And I had barely enough time to process what was going on, to this day I don’t know exactly what happened. I had to trust Diana’s excerpt and claim, which I took to be truth. It all happened so fast, all I knew was one moment I was standing on solid ground, then I was slid lying down on a surface of smooth concrete or something like it. I found myself staring at a shard of jagged glass, then with a loud splash—the concrete was whisked away.

To my horror, I was in the Banded Krait glass case. I peered around. Through the glass, I could hardly see Diana. She hadn’t had time to hide herself; she would have to rely on keeping to the shadows.

*

The footsteps died away into muffled talking.

“Lucian!” Diana hissed. “I can’t get you out from here.”

“Diana, why—”

“Get out.” Diana’s voice was firm. “You can get out from inside. We’ve got stuff to do.” She checked her watch. “4:00.”

“Okay, what now?”

“That snake is circling in front of the golf cart. We’ve got to follow it back to Littlewick Green and send all these little snakes back.”

So we drove at a steady speed about 4 feet or so from the snake, all the way back to Littlewick Green.

When we at Squeaky Road dead end, Diana parked the beetle. She kneaded the eraser, extended the rod part way, and pushed the kneaded eraser up the rod. She unfolded the paperclip and stuck one end of it into the eraser. She fixed it on tightly with wire. “By the way, Lucian, don’t try make one of these, a makeshift snake hook won’t work unless it were very little used.” Diana picked up a bucket from the back of the car. “Ooookay. This’ll have to do.”

We slid after the Banded Krait under the hedge of blackberries, on the dust ground. Suddenly we emerged, though. The hedge was a thing of the past. A nest of snakes lay at our feet, the Banded Krait, the grass snake, and the hybrid. All of it.

*

Slowly, carefully, Diana picked up each snake in turn. We drove back to the zoo, where Diana left the bucket at the door of the staff room. On the bucket she wrote with a dry erase marker:

Returned Banded Krait Family:

This Banded Krait has been found breeding with a nonvenomous grass snake. The whole family was brought to you in case of any more outbreaks of venom among people and animals. Please note that those who caught this would rather stay anonymous rather than to be turned into a public celebrity.

Thank you for understanding

-Anonymous

*

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIING!

I smacked my alarm clock. Six already??? We were just up at five… my thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the window.

I looked that way, and my jaw dropped. It was raining outside, and Diana was on the roof outcrop.

“Hello, Lucian. I see you’ve finally procrastinated.”

I jumped in surprise. I had procrastinated. “Diana, can’t talk now,” I said hurriedly.

And again came that familiar catchphrase: “Oh well!”

A Set of Rules

By Lily

Tigers will not become bikers.

Alligators will not become skaters.

Apes will not sell grapes.

And a machine-made cat will not get paid,

Nor try to sell lemonade.

Fish will not wish.

Snakes will not bake.

Eels will not steal.

And a seal will not make a wheel,

Or try to touch steel.

Dogs will not clear fog.

Rabbits will not develop habits.

Horses will not take detours.

And raccoons will not howl at moons,

Neither will they try to blow balloons.

Lynxes will not befriend sphinxes.

Flies will not try.

Lizards will not become wizards.

And pigs will not dig,

Or at all try to wear wigs.

So what about people?

They must not eat treacle!

These rules are tools.

You know, we all need rules.

Dear Mr. Tintin

By Lily

From: Felix

To: Mr. Tintin

RE: Feeling annoyed

Place Written: Under a car

Time: 8:45 AM sharp

Date: August 31, 2021

Day: Monday

Mood: Annoyed                  

Dear Mr. Tintin:

Have you ever felt annoyed at something, and what’s annoying you doesn’t go away? Well what I do is attack it. But things get even worse when your owner doesn’t understand and says you don’t need to attack what’s annoying you!

I have had the experience, because today at 8:39 AM, the car I was taking a nap under, went BRRRRRRZZ, BRRRRRRZZ! I never heard a car sound like that! Especially this car. This car was always silent, so I could have my peace and quiet. Well today, at our staring contest, I could see your owner pulling you away, do they like cats and are you annoyed that you have to wear a string attached to your owner?

P.S: Please write back. Thank you.

                                       -Monsieur FuzzyWuzzy coat and pants

It’s Raining Lions

Rhyme Time: Rhyming Dialogue

Rhyming dialogues are discussions between a Person 1 and a Person 2. Either can end the discussion by self- ending it or purposely getting convinced. Each tries to contradict the other.

“Here comes a lion with a great mane, who roared so loudly he turned into rain.”

“You are mistaken you must be insane, for lions do not turn into rain.”

“I am using a metaphoric explanation, see him there, by the train station!”

“I will repeat my lamentation, lions do not turn into precipitation.”

“Ha ha. No need to shout so loud, the lion is just a big grey raincloud! Thus ends our conversation, with a metaphoric explanation.”

Flatlands

Rhyme Time: Rhyming Dialogue

Rhyming dialogues are discussions between a Person 1 and a Person 2. Either can end the discussion by self- ending it or purposely getting convinced. Each tries to contradict the other.

“The land is so flat, there is not one cave for even a bat!”

“I could never hear somebody so wrong, for listen, hear that bat’s song!”

“You are mistaken for bats do not sing, that must be the train’s ding-a-ling!”

“Look at the mountains that pierce the sky, how can there not be mountains up high?”

“No, it is so flat a snow leopard would groan, if you brought him here he would moan: ‘give me mountains of the highlands high, that cut jagged edges into the sky!”

“But just look at that snowcapped peak, where all is still and all is bleak!”

“You are looking at a mere hill, look, there are cows grazing on it still! If there is a farmer to farm and to till, you have to be looking at just a hill!”

“There is no farmer to farm and to till, even the clouds are cold and still!”

“You probably just need better glasses, of maybe some optical vision classes!”

“My glasses are fine, you know that too, there is no cow up there saying moo-moo.”

“You have got me stumped and I can think of no more, I guess I can see the mountain core….”

Blue Rings

by Rose Liu

Chapter 1

Florida

 In the hotel room Liam unpacked his stuff, someone had gone through his stuff! And his blueberries were missing! Just then, Poochy, Liam’s dachshund showed up, with a blueberry stained mouth. 

“Poochy?!” Liam said in frustration, but he could not stay mad at his pet for long. Because he was starving, he, with Poochy, and S’more tagging along, went to the kitchen. As Liam reached towards the fridge for an ice pop, S’more began to bark. His dad was already in the huge dining room, talking to someone. 

“Grrrrr…” S’more growled fiercely at a diplomat from India walking by, and grabbed hold of his pant leg. S’more was never aggressive unless she sensed danger, but what was wrong with the diplomat? Liam was getting worried. He grabbed S’more’s collar, but S’more tugged and tugged until she had ripped out the diplomat’s pocket, then, dropping the pocket, she barked and chased the diplomat around. Eventually, the diplomat, screaming and hollering, scrambled up someone’s car and sat there yelling. S’more placed two paws on the car, growled, and then began to prowl around the car.

Meanwhile, Liam took the pocket, and locked himself in the bathroom. He dumped the contents on the floor. What was S’more going nuts about? The diplomat’s pocket had a wallet with a driver’s license, a credit card, and some money. Liam set that aside, he was NOT a thief. There was also a pencil stub, and some scraps of paper. Liam looked at the scraps, they all had figures on them. These figures, Liam wrote down. The last thing in the pocket was a package that said vinyl erasers. Liam opened the package anyway, just to check. IT WASN’T VINYL ERASERS!!!! Liam gasped it was OPIUM! He grabbed the package, stuffed everything else back in, and stuffed the pocket in his pocket. He then went to the diplomat, and said,

“Sir, I believe this is your pocket.” S’more sniffed the pocket, then allowed Liam to pass the pocket to the diplomat. The diplomat checked the pocket, then asked, 

“Did you take anything out of my pocket?”

“No sir.” Liam responded. He left the diplomat, still sitting on top of the car.