Girls School of Austin Fall 2016
This group of goofballs was full of mischief and prodigious talent. When confronted with a writing prompt, they bounced with energy and enthusiasm. They never wanted to put down their pens. We heard about a colony of fried chicken sloths, a mariachi band of frogs and an owl, and a lonely toaster named Fred. I hope you enjoy their delightful work below.
The Blue Stone
By Evan Allbritton
Soon, morning came. Timothy awoke and got out his beautiful stone. He still couldn’t comprehend what had happened the day before. Although the stone was mysterious, he had to continue his hunt. As soon as he dressed, he followed the winding path through the woods. He began to grow cautious as he reached the deep thicket in the heart of the forest, as if another explosion was to occour. When it became noon, he sat on a stump to eat his food. At first, he just sat there, munching, until he heard a peculiar sound. It almost sounded like a creak. He decided it was just the wind. But then, he started to hear footsteps and more of the creaks. It was coming from behind him. He turned around. What he saw might’ve been more interesting than the event of the day before.
It appeared to be an old, man-handled wooden door. He walked to it cautiously. The door didn’t seem to be attached to anything like a wall. Then he heard a rustle in the bushes. He hid behind a tree as a deer walked out. As the creature approached the door, the door seemed to speak to it. It said, “Show me the stone.”
The deer took out a stone that looked much like Timothy’s and put it in the keyhole. The deer went inside. Timothy put his stone in, too. The door opened and inside was a whole colony of deer! Timothy went into the second dimension.
By Isa Pirkey
When they looked it had disappeared.
“I can’t believe that that huge monster just disappeared!” said Potato.
“It couldn’t have just disappeared. It’s too big!” said Ham. “It was big, had hair on the top and was the same color as say, chocolate milk mixed with milk.”
“Hey!” said Chocolate Milk and Milk.
Cheese said, “I have a plan!” At night when all of the fridge lights were out, the potato, ham, both milks, and cheese put cheese’s plan into action.
Cheese’s plan was to explore the outside world and look for this creature when they found it chocolate milk (a great artist) would draw it. Then they would go back to the fridge. It was almost time for their plan to take action when all of a sudden Cookie woke up and saw them plotting. When Cookie started walking toward them they all knew that they would have to include her. Even though she was a sweet cookie she could be very persuasive sometimes and not in the good way. When they put their plan into action Cheese saw a poster in a huge room with a creature with big words underneath it, saying, “Astronauts are humans who explore outer space.” There was also a huge arrow pointing to the creature where they saw that said, “Human.” So Cheese told everyone what he saw and they all decided to call the creature a human and go back to the fridge. Then they all decided to officially make Cheese an astronaut because he really wanted to be one.
So if you ever hear sounds at night that’s probably the fridge foods trying to find out who you are.
By Vivian Quinn
When they looked, it has disappeared. Poof! Just like that! Where it had been, only the clock stood now. A silhouette of a human figure showed outside the open window. He was watching in disbelief as they realized what he wanted was gone. When he had arrived it wasn’t there. He couldn’t steal it. He couldn’t have said what had happened but he knew that the shadow he had seen still stood ominous beside him. It was probably the answer to the mystery of the disappearance of the stone. The shadow suddenly jerked this way and that. It distorted as if being molded like clay. Then a new shadow appeared. The shadow resembled that of a bird. He saw a black raven fly off with the pearly white stone. So did they. The bird flapped tirelessly away, wheeled around, and did a loop in the air, as if taunting them all. Only now did they see the man crouched next to the window. He quickly noticed and sped off toward the street. They realized the stone must be more powerful that they thought because two people, most likely more, wanted it.
Then Ariette said, “I have a plan!”
The three girls snuck bread, peanut butter, a net, a birdcage, glue, raisins, an infrared scanner and camo clothes. They set the trap: bread with PB & raisins. They wore the camo clothes. They had the net and bird cage ready with glue to seal it in case . . . the infrared scanner was to see if a bird had the same read as a human. They sat for hours. Finally the bird came. They caught it. But it would not let go of the stone. The bird dropped it into a bag and with one wing tossed it to the man who stood at the window. He decided to give it back to the girls.
“Meh,” he said. “I just wanted to be an astronaut. Guess my dreams will have to wait.”
“What!?” screamed the girls.
The bird attacked the girls and was pinioned to the ground. The stone floated away into the sky and was given to a small girl named Vivian.
A graphic novel by Helen Randle
The Apple Deer
by Pippa Sims
In the mystical and dark woods, hidden from all the eyes in the village, there is a very odd creature. It is shiny and smooth and moves as swiftly as the wind. It has darting black eyes and long legs. It has a very round and red belly. This creature is called: the apple deer! It has been seen only once by an old man from the village. He was walking by the road when he saw something red and shiny coming from the woods. He walked closer until he saw something he’d never seen before, the apple deer. It was lying on the ground, black eyes closed. The old man noticed that its leg was hurt, so he quickly wrapped a leaf around the wound and carried it back to its family of other apple deer. The old man went home and never told a soul about the peculiar apple deer, but he knew he would remember it forever.
Third Grade Clone
By Lucie Young
I went into my room backward, shoving my shoulder blades into the door and pushing it open, busy reading homework for tomorrow. You know, what I mean to say is that I was reading homework due tomorrow, but you’ll see the convenient pun when we get to the part where I meet me . . . or, Lucie Young three years ago. I dropped my bag on the ground and had walked into the room, when . . .
“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
I whipped around, my hands clutching my binder, eyes wide like a frightened horse.
Someone was standing at my bed, unpacking books from a familiar backpack.
So I screamed the obvious question. “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!”
“This is my room,” snapped the girl. “Well, it was . . . and then you came in here and everything changed. What’s this?” She pointed at the cutting of photo from 4th grade, of me striking a ridiculous pose with a snake superimposed next to me.
“That’s me,” I said stupidly.
“That’s me,” the girl said. “I’m Lucie. And I’ve never seen that before.”
“You can’t be me,” I said. “I’m me. I mean––” I hesitated. “Well, it’s just not possible for me to be you, or you to be me.”
The girl shrugged. “I’m here. You’re there. I’m Lucie. You’re not.”
“My name is Lucie!” I snapped.
“You’re completely insane,” I said.
“Who are you?”
“Who are you??”
Then, finally, I realized something. “You can’t be me,” I said. “My purple backpack is in my closet and I haven’t used it since 3rd grade.”
“Are you kidding?” she cried. “I just got this.”
“What is going on?” I said tiredly.
Really, it wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened to me. I go to school at the GSA. My best friend is Vivian.
GSA . . .
I opened the closet door. My purple backpack was still there.
“Oh, my God,” I wanted to yell at the girl to get out of my house, but then I realized who she was.
“You’re me . . .” I whispered. “ . . . you’re me from third grade.”
To be continued . . .