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The Woods of War – Grade 10

Jessic Butler, Well Writer

March 24, 2017

Filed under Prose, The Well

  I am walking. Walking on a frail path, from death to life. The way is unclear, filled with twists and turns. Obstructions around every corner, a root under each footstep, snags that attack each particle of clothing. Debris is all around, as are dead bodies. I lift my foot from a face, it smiles. Staggering I whisper, I can never forget that face. The face replies; memories all drift pulled by the current of time....

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Theo Ben Harira - Grade 6, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Filed under Prose, The Well

Chase listened to the water lapping the side of the sewer and the quiet hum of the haze above. Chase was down in the underground tunnels of New York City running back to his “home”. Ever since the Haze arrived he has been stuck sleeping in the storage room of the sewers. He repeats the same routine every day. Get up at 6 and find food, then find anything he might need and for any source of life. Every day the same thi...

Amare

Theo Ben Harira - Grade 6, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Filed under Prose, The Well, Uncategorized

It was a beautiful morning. The village of Dasengaki was peaceful in the early hours of the day. The sunrise illuminated it with its dazzling rays. The morning dew was still drying off. Hefty elephants slowly hiked across the landscapes behind the village. The tall dry grass was swaying in the wind. Lanky giraffes ate off the green trees and the gazelles sprinted past the waddling rhinos, while the zebras were drinking from...

What if I Lose Her?

MacKeena Westerfield - Grade 8, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Filed under Prose, The Well

October is always my favorite time of the year. Pumpkin patches, hot chocolate, sweaters, cinnamon, bonfires, bundling up, Halloween, high school football games, baseball games and all of the best things in the world. I'm in such a good mood no matter what when it comes to this time of the year. Fall in Chicago is beautiful. The colors of the leaves are bright yellow, orange, and fiery red. I love the crunch...

All Was Gone

Aurelia Schildknecht - Grade 11, Well Writer

March 23, 2017

Filed under Prose, The Well

Darkness and fear ruled this country now, war was upon it. It was raining cats and dogs. The rain was like little bombs leaving scars, which seemed never to fade, not missing a single spot. The storm was looking down on the city, threatening to take away the few left behind lives, which hadn’t gone to the front of the war.  Lightning was now and then seen inside her room, like a deafening quiet sound soaring through the...

Package

Hannah Crisolli - Grade 10

March 14, 2017

Filed under Prose, The Well

I ring the doorbell and hear footsteps from the other side of the door. They are in a hurry, rushing towards the composer of the ding-dong. I know why they are in such a haste. A flinch shudders through my body as the sound of things crashing down and an audible “Ow!” is heard. I hear the towers of unread books fall down and the rows of water bottles, littering the bookcase, impacting the unseeable floor. She fights to...

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