Basketball by Kyler

Izzy had the ball and I could see she was looking for someone to pass to. She looked side to side, and tried to see over the waving barrier of hands. She was also dribbling slowly, but not moving anywhere. I called out, but it was too late. The arms reaching up to block her knocked the ball out of her hands. Bailey dribbled down the court and passed to Angie, who passed to Alice....

Ultimate Frisbee by Tae

I had been getting something out of my shoe. It was one of those rubber pebbles, and it was itchy. Suddenly, “Tae!” I jerked my head up fast as a whistle! Warm sweat trickled down my nose. When my brain realized the game had resumed, my eyes grew big. Everyone was across the field already! I’m pretty sure my face felt hot and turned beet red, or was it just heat from all the work?...

Brazilian Drumming by Maxwell

I was ready to play. I could feel my muscles burning like thunder. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! B-BOOM, B-BA-BOOM! I played as loud as a volcano erupting. A red bulb burst, slithering across my arm and hand. It felt like the friction was burning my hands, showing my sleek bones. Louder and louder, the drums erupted like Zeus, not afraid to show its loud might. AUTHOR Maxwell L. 5th Grade Simmons Camp Journal

Kung Fu by Alex

Boom, Pop, Pow. The sounds of the small studio float through the air and flow into my ears. The man takes four or five lighting fast bounds across the floor. He plants the long wooden shaft and soars high into the air with incredible balance and calm. He seems to hang there for eternity, or maybe it was just a few second, then he finally goes over the top and lands with a soft thud...

Chinatown by Jazmine

I walked through the doors of the restaurant nervous and not really happy. For a person that doesn’t like trying new things, this is a nightmare. Trudging towards the table, I look around at the carts of food being pushed around the restaurant. To me, it all looked disgusting. I was regretting my choice of coming here. As one of the food carts approaches my table, I glance at the food in disgust. The slimy...

North End by Nick

A gush of cool air lightly skimmed my face as we entered the pastry shop. It was a nice day outside, sunny with a nice occasional breeze, and I wanted something cold. On my right, there was an arrangement of gelato with a wide variety of flavors. None of the flavors caught my attention, so I went for the classic chocolate chip. I held the spoon gently in my right hand, my left held the...

Kung Fu by Sadiyah

As we all mocked the position Master Yao was in, a warning bell went off in my head. “Alert! Alert! In the knee cap of the left leg, all help is needed to reduce the pain! Alert! Alert!” Within three seconds, my worn-out left leg gave out underneath me, causing me to stumble in my pose. “Ow!” I shouted out loud, causing Emily to turn and look at me with an “are-you-OK” look. Giving her...

Improv by Kathleen

“EAT FASTER!” Bashar’s wild shouts coupled with the slightly deranged look in his eye added up to the very picture of insanity. I felt my eyes pop open even wider, and I did my best to fake-eat more quickly. He was screaming instructions left and right: “GET DOWN,” “GET OVER HERE,” and just general wordless screaming. I checked behind me to see everyone else still in the game sitting on the floor and eating calmly...

Trapezing by Alana

Right before it was my turn to stand up, I was nervous. Very nervous. I could feel the sweat on my hands distort the smooth, white chalk they gave me as I got ready to ascend the ladder. I started to shake as I looked down and saw everyone watching. This was the first time I had done any kind of trapeze work and dozens of people staring at me did not help one bit....

Food Tasting by Serena

As he was cutting the fruit through its thick hard shell, I watched. The first time I saw the inside, I was utterly horrified by the sight. It looked like a soaked garlic and what was worse was that it was all squishy and twitchy. Mangosteen, he called it. Who would eat that? Even though the kids around me were giving positive reactions, I was wary. The counselor next to me handed the fruit to...
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