This week, our featured work comes from A God’s Toolkit and History Hunt. In A God’s Toolkit, our awesome teen campers were introduced to the basics of world-building in fantasy/sci-fi writing. In History Hunt, our younger campers created work based off of numerous historical events.
Next week, we will be featuring work from The Imaged Word, YA Writing for YAs, and Poetry Comics! We will also be announcing the name and cover of our Summer 2018 Digital Publication.
Untitled Short Story from A God’s Toolkit
by Maddi Mossman
Nobody knew. Nobody but her. She was curled into a ball in the darkness of her room. Just a shadow of horror and amazement curled up in a corner. She knew that she should do something. Get up and run or go tell someone, but she couldn’t move. The terror of what she had just seen pulsed through her veins and thoughts frantically raced in her mind like a scared group of people running for dear life.
“No.” she whimpered to herself, not wanting to believe what she had just seen. “It’s all a dream.” she told herself trying to sound confident in the thought, but it was hopeless. The memory was seered into her mind already. There was no mistaking that it was completely real. All of a sudden, a scream tore its way through the silence. She jumped to her feet and sped over to the room where it happened and about knocked the door off its hinges. A blast of bone chilling air hit her and she fell over. Quickly she scampered up to her feet and her fearful eyes swept over the room with record speed. Had he come back? No. She thought to herself that would be impossible. She saw the salt and iron filings lying across the floor, but then something in the corner of her vision moved. The movement was slight but definately there. Her head whipped around and she saw a paper rise into the air. She gasped as a paper weight careened towards her face and she thrust her arms out in a protective gesture and a bright light enveloped her and she collapsed to the ground. When she wakes up everything is gone except a small orb of light hovering in the corner from which the paper weight had come flying. She opened her mouth to scream, but the light started to expand outwards into the whispy shape of a small boy. The boy stepped forward but then thought better of and stepped back again. She noticed a small glimmer of hatred in the beings eyes but as fast as she could blink it was gone. The little boy whispered something. She couldn’t hear.
“What?” she asked nervously.
The whisper came again and this time she heard the words.
The spirits lips curled up into a terrifying smile, as he lifted his hands, his fingers sparking with evil power.
She couldn’t move. Immediately she knew that she was in ghost lock. Her scream filled the air as she saw the phantasms hands thrust forward and a wave of darkness rushed towards her and threw her body into the window. Her body hit the window and blood splattered. The sound of her scream reverberating through the air to this day.
Untitled Short Story From History Hunt
by Edward Li
“On the very eve of the birth of the Third Reich, a feverish tension gripped Berlin.”
Chapter 1: Rising to Power
As lots and lots of boys and girls woke up all over Germany, on January 31, 1933, one of them heard his parents walking around, mumbling secretively. They were going to Berlin tomorrow to see his grandparents. The next day, as they were passing through Berlin, the boy though he saw a soldier out of the corner of his eye. As they came to his grandparents’ house, his grandmother quickly opened the door, let them in, and closed it just as fast. When the boy asked why they were in such a hurry, his grandfather motioned for him to come to the back of the room.
Chapter 2: The Great Reveal
As they walked to the back of the room (it was a fairly big room), his grandfather said, “The Third Reich has risen. This is very bad.” The boy was only 4, so he did not understand the rest of it. They had a nice day at their grandparents’ house, but when they left the boy didn’t understand what his grandfather said until…
6 years and 7 months later…