Capoeira by Nicole

“Ohhhhsisi. Ohhhhnownow,” we were chanting. The capoeira man banged his stick against the cup. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. We all ran, including me. But I had run straight into the waiting arms of Sandra. I felt myself get swept off my feet and spun around. I heard a mix of laughter and shrieking and wondered who was making that noise. I realized it was me as Sandra put me down. “Sharks over here,” the capoeira...

Ultimate Frisbee by Dominik

We were there! About a yard from the opponents’ end zone. The sun was beating down on us making sweat flow down our faces. I had the frisbee in my hand, ready to pass to any teammate. Some of my teammates were in the end zone, some behind me. I had only a moment to observe the field. Who would I pass to? To the front or to the back? How was I going to...

Glass Blowing by Edward

The lava-colored melted glass oozed from the long pipe that the instructor was holding. I blinked. It was such a lovely color! Was this really happening before my eyes? The melted glass was slowly dripping downwards like the floor was a planet with moderate gravity. I straightened up and squinted at the bright neon orange, peering at its interior. Minute bubbles were drifting and popping inside the closed glob of glass like physalia jellyfish drifting...

Rock Climbing by Isabel

Olivia had just completed the medium climb. I high-fived her and thought, “If she can do the climb, so can I!” I get belayed to the rope, my harness feeling tighter. A check list runs through my mind. Helmet? Check. Long pants? Check. Harness? Check. Rope and rocks? Definite check. I’m ready to go. I step onto the first ledge I see. I look up. This is very high. Did I mention that I’m a...

Rock Climbing by Sophia

My foot reaches the first foothold. Relief washes through my body like ice down my back. I can feel every stone, rock, or pebble under my tan, tired hands. Thousands of years ago, these rocks were formed, and maybe in a thousand years these rocks will still remain. They will look no different, than they did in the time when dinosaurs roamed the unpolluted, innocent earth. I reach for the next hold. It feels jagged...

Soccer by Alek

It lurched toward me. Rolling with the force of a thousand hurricanes, mudslides, tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, and geysers. I staggered back as I looked upon it, a sphere of ivory and shadow. It reminded me of that symbol of two things created with one white part with a black circle and a black part with a white circle within. I leaped forward as I heard a loud, strong voice bellow, “Three.” It was there,...

Food Tasting by Adrien

My mouth waters, getting ready to sink my teeth inside the fruit that has green stems sticking out of it but is mainly red. Before I start to eat, I observe that the fruit looks like an onion and feels wet. Also, “as smooth as a baby’s butt,” Jaydon says. And right he is. It has the shape of a mango. She cuts it open. I’m getting ready to feast. I notice again it has...

Cooking by Rachel

I gently tugged at the long string of half-formed mozzarella, relishing the feeling of the soft, stretchy cheese in my hands. Jilly and I pulled and smoothed, pulled and smoothed, dangling the cheese over a spoon to get gravity’s added input. The infatuating scent of the cheese wafted up to my nose, and I inhaled deeply, loving every second of it. Still we pulled and smoothed, pulled and smoothed, until we had a long strand...

Canoeing by Kai

We pushed forward with our canoes to the left. My muscles were getting sore. But we were so close, the water splashed. The cool water was all over me, but it was refreshing. I was almost there, I could see it. I reached out to grab the leaf. It was a bit scary. The boat rocked to the right, back and forth like a rocking chair. I closed my hand and pulled the leaf. It...

Canoeing by Daniel

The smooth, fluent water brushed along our canoe, forming a picturesque motif along the hull. I felt the sun glare at me as I laboriously heaved the oar. My muscles grew sore with the sour pain of repetitive labor. Each heave was a mountain of pain on my wary shoulders. I looked up for a second and glanced at the crisp, vibrant baby blue sky, strong in tone and unchanged. Around me, an occasional cloud...
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