Skulls rain from the sky.
Quiet hovers in the air.
Lightning shimmers in the streets.
Mom! Mom!
Drake!
Are you there?
Yes, Yes.
Why did you leave me?
To save you.
Mom.
Mom?
Why is it dark?
NIGHTMARE By Andrew, age 11
Tag: Andrew
THE RESCUE By Andrew, age 11
“Mike,” Roy said. “Come down. We’re going to get him, ok? We should get ready. It’s almost time.”
Roy and Mike drove deep into the forest until they reached two guards blocking the door to a palace. Above the door, lights twitched as slaves screamed. Torches burned in the turrets beside goblins who staredat the boys with eyes like lava. Skulls hung down the castle walls from sticks.
Mike took out his AK-47 and blew the guards’ heads off. Blood shot out of their necks. Mike and Roy snatched the guards’ clothes and put them on. They found a castle map and two walkie-talkies in one of the pockets. They marched to the palace door but a guard stopped them. “Password?”
Mike looked around and said, “I don’t know.”
The guard twirled the revolving door open and let them in. Mike and Roy shimmied out of the bloody guard uniforms. “Eww,” Mike said. “Those were gross.”
The boys bolted through the guards inside. They found the cage where Mike’s brother was locked up. They pulled on the door and it squealed. They grabbed Mike’s brother. He shivered with fear. “E-boy!” Mike said.
“Let’s get out of here,” E-boy said.
Mike and Roy tried to sneak passed a guard but got caught. E-boy snatched his brother’s sniper and shot the guard in the chest. His body fell to the ground. The boys bolted toward the exit. “Stop,” E-boy said. “They’ll be waiting for us.”
“But what if-” Roy said.
“Just listen,” E-boy said.
“Ok,” Roy said.
“Now,” E-boy said, “you and Roy jump into the vents and I will sneak my way out of here.” E-boy handed the map and a radio to Roy. “Call me when you’re out.”
Mike and Roy slithered to the exit and radioed E-boy. “We are out,” Roy said. “I repeat. We are out.”
E-boy spiraled into the palace lobby, wove through the guards, and hopped into the truck with Roy and Mike.
About the Author
Hello, my name is Andrew and I live in San Francisco. I am 11 years old and I have one brother and three sisters. I like to skateboard with my brother and cousin. I am good at playing 3-D games. I want to be good at not moving. I do not have a lot of anger. If I could be anything in the world I would be Spiderman because he got bitten by a spider that gave him powers. The saddest moment of my life was when my mom and dad got divorced. I speak English and Spanish at home. I am also the author of Lion Hunt, My Dog Poncho, Final Destiny, Time to Die, The Ice Monster’s Anger, and John and the Snake.
FINAL DESTINY By Manuel & Andrew, both age 10
It coughed. Lungs and a heart oozed from its lips and gums. Its leg shook in the mud. It spread its arm across the ground and slurped blood from its gums. Its eyes swirled around and around. Kids yelled for help while zombies chomped their moms and dads.
Jack and James spun their monster truck in circles. They slid across the track. James slammed on the brakes. Everyone in the stands was looking at three dead people. The dead people woke up and bit the police and they turned into zombies too. James took the wheel. Jack crawled onto the bed of the truck and shot at the zombies. A humongous one with a hanging eyeball stared at them. Jack shot him but nothing happened.
James drove onto a highway full of monster trucks. Zombies limped across the cement. They ran them over in their truck.
“Pull over here,” James said. “A police station. Maybe they have weapons.”
Jack stopped the truck. A cop ran out of the building. James rolled down his window and the cop handed him six bombs. “Hurry, there’s one at the beach.”
The zombie moaned at the shore. Jack threw the bombs out the truck’s window. An explosion filled the sky with blood. Black clouds hovered in the air. Blood spattered the sand. Red waves wiggled through the ocean.
About the Authors
Hi my name is Manuel Morales. I am ten years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom, dad and three sisters. I like to do math because I feel happy when I understand it. I am good at sports. I want to be good at the science of automotive engineering. When I grow up I want to build cars. If I were weather I would be snow so kids could play with me. My favorite book is The Diary of a Wimpy Kid because it is funny. This is my third published book. I am also the author of The Race and When I Got Hurt.
Hi my name is Andrew. I’m ten years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom, three sisters, my brother and my cat and dog, and on Fridays, my dad. My favorite book is the The Diary of a Wimpy Kid because it has funny chapters. If I were weather I would be a tornado so I could blow away houses. I am famous in my class for agreeing with everyone. This is my sixth published book. I am also the author of The Ice Monster’s Anger, John and Snake, Lion Hunt, My Dog Poncho and Time to Die.
TIME TO DIE By Khenny, age 8 & Andrew, age 9
Shirt walks into Green’s Coffee Shop. He points to the menu. It says, One Lifetime $1. “What is that?”
“It is a lifetime,” the worker says.
“I can buy a lifetime?” Shirt says.
“Yes.”
Four people come into the coffee shop and buy lifetimes.
“I am going to kill myself,” Shirt says. “So I need a new lifetime too.”
“Why?”
Shirt thinks about what happened at work yesterday. A girl in purple tights was reaching for a Pinky Panda doll. When she pulled it off the shelf, the robots stacked beside it fell to the floor. Shirt summersaulted down the aisle. “What are you doing?” he said.
The girl cried and Rax ran over to the mess. “Can I have a bear?” he said.
“Ok,” Shirt said. “But don’t tell my boss.” He picked up a Pinky Panda doll and handed it to Rax and he walked out the door with the doll.
Shirt’s boss found out and fired him.
“Why don’t you just not kill yourself?” the worker says. “Then you won’t have to buy one.”
“Because I’m about to do something bad.”
Shirt goes to Rax’s house and sets it on fire. Rax escapes. He does not get burned up.
Shirt goes to his friend Marcus’ house. He gives him one hundred dollars and asks him to pay Rax to promise not to bother him. Marcus takes Shirt’s money and says ok.
Rax goes to Target and buys a zombie costume. Rax puts on the costume. He sneaks into Marcus’ house while he is in the shower and steals the money.
Shirt can’t get rid of Rax so he moves away. “Where should I work?” Shirt says to himself.
“Did someone say work?” says a voice behind Shirt.
“Yes,” Shirt says, and turns around. The voice belongs to a fat man with a big mustache.
“My name is Sock,” the man says. “Why don’t you work in my pizza restaurant?”
“That would be great!” Shirt says.
A year later Shirt has a wife and a house and two kids. One day while he is working someone dressed in a zombie costume comes up to him and says, “Hands up or I will kill you.”
“Shoot me,” Shirt says. “I bought an extra lifetime, so it doesn’t matter.”
Sock sees what is happening. He gets out a bat and hits the zombie in the head.
About the Authors
My name is Khenny. I live in San Francisco with my mom and my sister. I am eight years old. I like to play with my friend and my sister. When I grow up I want to be an artist. If I could go back in time I would like to see my mom when she was eight years old because I want to see if she was a good student. My favorite book is The Cat and the Hat because it is fun to play with a cat. I am good at making toys out of bottle tops and erasers and tape because my mom will not buy me toys like this. I am also the author of The Dragon’s Adventure. At home I speak Lao and English. I was born in Laos and I moved to San Francisco when I was little.
My name is Andrew. I live in San Francisco with my brother and my three sisters and my mom, and sometimes I live with my dad. I am nine years old. I have a dog named Pancho, and my favorite book is A Dog on His Own. I’m scared of clowns because of their eyes. They are supposed to make me happy but when they look at me I feel like they are trying to make me die. What I hate most is when people bug me. I am good at making my brother say mercy. I am also the author of The Ice Monster’s Anger, Lion Hunt, John and the Snake and My Dog Poncho
MY DOG PONCHO By Andrew, age 9
It was storming the day I got my dog. My dad ran into the house with a box. In the box was a dog. He was wet and shaky, and also crying. The first time I touched him he was soft like a blanket but he peed on me. It was okay because it wasn’t a big mess. Poncho jumped on me and kissed me. Then I kissed my dad and he said, “Goodbye, got to go to work now.”
I got a bone and a chocolate chip cookie from the kitchen. The bone was for Poncho but he wanted the cookie. “No,” I said. “Chocolate is bad for you, ok?” I gave him milk.
The next week we went to a dog park. I bog Rottweiler trapped Poncho in the bathroom. I was scared. Bark bark! Poncho barked at the big dog and it ran away. Poncho was free!
We took Poncho to the beach in San Jose. It was cool and I went diving. Poncho did not want to swim. It was okay though because he didn’t like to swim. It reminded him of a bathtub.
Once I saw Poncho at an open window. I was on the ground. I ran upstairs and got him before he dropped down. He was lucky I got him or else he would have been jelly.
About the Author
My name is Andrew and I am nine years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom, dad, sister and brother and dog. My favorite author is R.L. Stine because he is scary. If I had one wish, I would wish for ice powers so I could freeze people who are mean to me. I would like to travel to Canada because I would like to play hockey. I would like to go to Alaska so I could snowboard with my friend. If I could be an animal, I would pick wolf so that I could hunt. If I could ask everyone on Earth on question, I would ask if today is the end of the world so everyone will freak out. If I had one wish, I would wish for my blay-blay back from my teacher upstairs. This is my fourth published book. I’m also the author of The Ice Monster’s Anger, John and the Snake and The Lion Hunt.
LION HUNT By Andrew, age 8
My dad is a hunter. He hunts big cats in Mexico. One day my dad went out to the hills in his green army fatigues. Eagles flew through the sky. Flying lizard glided to the trees. He stayed all night. He got his gun out. He heard a growl and saw two red eyes glaring at him from a cave. It was a lion. Orange mane stood up around its face. A wild pig hung from its teeth.
No hunter had ever shot a lion before. My dad imagined that the lion was going to eat me. He shot but the lion did not die. He got mad and he said, “It’s you time to die!” And he shot the lion. It did not move. My dad touched the lion’s neck. There was no pulse.
About the Author
My name is Andrew. I am eight years old. I live with my mom, my three sisters and a brother. I like to pick up my sister and carry her. I am good at spinning the stick. I want to be good at making beats and rhythms. When I grow up I want to be a fireman so I can save people’s lives. Night confuses me because the stars look like eyes. If I had one wish I would wish to be a night crawler so I can disappear. I am also the author of John and the Snake and The Ice Monster’s Anger.
JOHN & THE SNAKE By Andrew, age 8
John lives in the jungle. He is not an animal or a human. He is another kind of creature. He is green and he has blue eyes. He is made of goop. One day a snake tries to kill John because the snake wants to be the king. It wants to be king so it can boss everybody around, so it can rule and live at the top of the mountain.
The snake has a spider tattooed on its head. It squeezes John and bites him. Poison comes out of its teeth. John burns the poison up with his eyes. He runs and runs. The snake chases him. It jumps on him. John stabs the snake’s eye. He makes a big scratch. But when he does that the snake eats him up.
John shoots fire from his hands inside the snake’s stomach. He opens the snake’s mouth and jumps out, onto its head. He cuts off the snake’s head but the head shakes John to the ground. John gets mad and bursts into flames and starts to fly. The snakehead jumps up and tries to bite John. John shoots flames into the snake’s mouth.
About the Author
My name is Andrew. I’m eight years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom. I like going for walks. I am good at drawing. I want to be good at swimming. When I grow up I want to be a hunter so I could spend more time with my dad who is a tiger hunter in Mexico. I am different from other kids because I am loco. Birds confuse me because sometimes they look like kites or planes. If I were a machine I would be a cyborg because then I’d never die. My wish is to be Shadow the hedgehog from the videogame Sonic World. This is my second published book. I am also the author of the Ice Monster’s Anger.
THE ICE MONSTER’S ANGER By Andrew, age 8
There was a tunnel with a big ice monster in it. The monster came out of his tunnel and when he stood up he saw an alien attacking the city.
The ice monster was so mad. He went to the city and pushed the alien. The alien stood up and controlled the ice monster with his mind.
The people in the city realized the ice monster was trying to help them. The police shot the alien in his one eye. The ice monster snapped out of his trance then he threw the alien into a Hawaiian volcano.
About the Author
My name is Andrew. I’m eight years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom. I like to run. I am good at math. I want to be good at somersaults some day. When I grow up I want to be a policeman. I am different from other kids because I am shy. Legos confuse me. If I were a plant I would be the seed because it is strong. I wish I had the power to run fast.
HOW I FEEL By Andrew, age 8
This poem is part of a class poetry project inspired by the song “Old Glory” By the band Harvey Milk.
How do you think my puppy feels,
when a kid throws a rock at its head
and I have to take it to the hospital?
How do you think my baby bird feels
when his mama is not with him
because she is getting food?
How do you think my baby sister feels
when she trips on the stairs when she’s running?
How do you think the zoo animals feel
when their cages are full of garbage?
I felt this way after my birthday party.
Do you ever feel this way?
What would you do if you were lost in the forrest?
Do not run.
Wait for the sun to shine
in the north,
south,
east
and west.
Then you will be free.
I did this before.
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