Chaos in Diamond Valley
By Serenity
Fire raged over the land. Vampires flew though the air. Guts went swirling through the sandbox and you could hear the cries of a child and the growl of something eating its own kind.
Ashley sat on a bench in Diamond Park, eating a sandwich. She didn’t notice the sky but she could smell the smoke. A figure swooped down in front of her. She dropped her sandwich. She felt pressure on her collarbones. Blood saturated her wool scarf.
“Ashley!” Danny said.
“She’s dead, Danny,” Admiral Smiley said.
“Why do they do this?”
“I don’t know.”
Dead bodies lay on the ground. Houses burned. The air smelled like souls of the living dead. Only four people remained in all of Diamond Valley. Two little heads popped out of the clouds. They belonged to Tiffany and Amber, Ashley’s twin sisters.
“Tiffany, what are you up doing here?” Danny said, ducking from a pigeon.  “Aren’t you supposed to be shopping with Amber?”
“Yeah but we need twenty more dollars,” Tiffany said. “Amber wants a Justin Bieber doll.”
“Well he plays all of the classics. Here,” Amber said, handing over a magazine.
Ashley flew to the ground in a crash landing. Her pin curls corkscrewed into the sand. Her eyes widened and then closed. 
Amber flew back up into the gray sky. “How come you didn’t tell me or at lease alert me about her death?”
“I wanted to tell you but it didn’t seem to be the right time,” her father said swooping down from the clouds.
“You don’t have to tell me anything liar.”
“Just shake it off, sis. She’s in a better place now.”
The girls got in the car and drove off.
“Why are we going over there?” Ashley said.
“Because we need Hades to give our sister back,” Tiffany said.
They were far away from Diamond Valley. They stopped in front of a 90 foot tall gate.
“I guess this the place,” Amber said.
Suddenly, the gates flew wide open, and out stepped a tiny old man. “I am Hades, Ruler of the Underworld, if you don’t already know it. Want to come inside?”
They strolled into the castle. Bottles stuffed with spider eyes fill the empty rooms.
“I need you to get a bunch of things,” Hades said. “Flour, baking powder, white sugar, salt, Crisco shortening, sweet potatoes, and milk.”
“To get your sister back. Just in case you get too tired you can take my space shuttle.”
“How can those things bring her back?” Tiffany said.
“You’ll see.”
Ashley and Tiffany looked out the window of the shuttle. They had landed on reddish brown dirt. A figure moon-walked to the window. The girls stepped out and wandered off.
“Why are we going to the desert?” Amber asked.
“Because it has good nutrients.”
“I thought we were coming here to die.” 
The moon-walker danced around to the girls from the other side of the shuttle. Smoke rose up and covered their faces. Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!
They looked down at the ground. A woman walked toward them. Her red dress camouflaged her body against the sand.
“Hello my name is Ming,” the woman said. “Who are you?”
“My name is Tiffany and this my sister Amber.”
“Well it’s nice to meet both of you. Do you want to see my house?”
 As they stepped, their feet made hollow thumps. Finally they came to house. Rose bushes rustled in front of the porch, and golden poppies clung to the facade. The front porch light shooed the girls through the door. Inside, the house smelled old and musty.
“Can we borrow those sweet potatoes?”
“Do you know anyone that has sugar and salt?”
“I do happen to someone who can help you.”
“Do you know where we can him or her?”
“You can find Nancy at the tall purple building.”
“Ok, thanks again, Ming.”
“No problem.”
The girls crossed the street and entered the building. Inside, there were crystal chandeliers, and the menus said, “Exquis.” A waiter walked over to their table.
“Welcome to the Exquis. May I take your order?”
“Do you know someone named Nancy?”
“This is she.”
“Can we borrow the salt and the sugar?”
“Sure, but you have to buy something first.”
“Do you know where a lunch menu is?”
“Here,” said Amber.
“Were going to have the chocolate croissant.”
“Ok.  Anything else?”
“No thanks.”
“The sugar and salt’s on the table.”
“I hope it doesn’t spill in my bag,” said Tiffany.
“Before you go, Nancy, do you know a super market that has Crisco shortening and milk?”
“Yes I do. Just around the corner.”
“You’re welcome.”
They left the restaurant and passed by a jewelry shop. The diamond ring in the display case shined. Tears filled the girls’ eyes but they kept walking.
About the Author
Hi! My name is Serenity. I am eleven years old. I live with my mom in San Francisco. If I were a plant I would be lemon grass because I am healthy and bitter. I want to get better at handling my inner emotions. When I grow up I want to be a brain surgeon. My favorite book is Charlotte’s Web because it’s a about love connection between a spider and a pig. The scariest moment in my life was when my uncle dropped me because he was having a stroke. I am also author of That’s the Way Life Works and Morris Waters. This my third published book.

MORRIS WATERS By Serenity, age 9

Jimmy dribbled down the court. A player from the other team pushed him to the ground. There were ten more seconds left in the game. “Oww.” It felt as if the sky had fallen on his hip. “Please help me,” Jimmy said.

Jimmy’s team called a timeout. An ambulance took Jimmy to the hospital. His hip was broken. He stayed there for weeks. It still was broken. Jimmy said, “When is my hip going to be fixed?”

“I don’t know,” said the doctor.

Jimmy had never had so many tests done on him in his life. Painful ones with needles.

Finally it was time for Jimmy to go home. His mom gave him pain medication. He started to walk more and more each day. One day, he went out for a walk and forgot his water bottle at home. He fell to the ground, dehydrated. Hours later Jimmy woke up with chatter.

“Oh my poor baby,” his mom said. “Oh my baby.”

“I am ok, Mom,” Jimmy said, twitching an eye.

A few days later he lay on the couch, watching TV when a commercial came on. A man said in a deep and strong voice, “Do you want to walk more?”

Jimmy nodded.

“Then try Morris Waters. It gets you on the go. Free shipping and handling.” Barney was on next. I love you, you love me, we’re a big happy family with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you. Won’t you say you love me too?

“Boring,” Jimmy said, and changed it to Sponge Bob. He heard someone in the hall and he recognized the jingle of his mom’s keys.

She gave him a hug and said, “I hope you feel better today?”

He didn’t say a word.

“I am going to cook dinner. What do you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“How about fish?”


They ate. Jimmy picked at the bones with his fork. “Mama I need to- never mind.”

“What baby?” She said.

“Never mind, Mama.”

“Ok then.”

Jimmy spent the next morning on the couch, channel-surfing. He stopped on Exercise TV. Yoga for Kids was on. Jimmy got on the floor and copied the woman on the screen. Gently, bend at the hips, lower your forehead to the floor. This is Child’s Pose. Beautiful.

“It is beautiful,” Jimmy whispered to himself.

“What’s beautiful?” Jimmy’s mom said from the doorway. “I thought you were injured?” She glared at him. She looked flabbergasted.

He clicked off the TV but hid in child’s pose like a turtle. “Ok. I’ve been fine for a week. I just didn’t want to go to school. I hate how you make kissy-kissy faces at me when you drop me off.”

“What did you say?”


“No, you said something. What did you say?”

“I said you have pretty eyes.”


“Fine, I’ll tell you. I said I don’t like when you make kissy-kissy faces at me at school.”

“Have I ever embarrassed you?”


“You do not talk that way to your mama. Now go to your room.”

“I hate you.” He went to his room and locked his door. He found a notebook with a π on the cover and wrote I HATE MY MOM in big letters on it.

The next day Jimmy came home from school and looked for the notebook. His mother was already home from work.

Jimmy said, “How was your day?”

She opened her bag and took out the notebook with π on the cover. She flipped to the page that said I HATE MY MOM. “You wrote this?”

“Uhhhh… no.”

“Answer me!”


“Fine then.”

The next day at school Jimmy opened his lunchbox and found a note that said, Sorry I yelled at you. I was out of line. There is a surprise for you, at home. Ok. P.S Love you.

“Wow,” said Joey, leaning over Jimmy’s note. “Are you a mama’s boy or something?”

“Shut up.”

When Jimmy came home from school he saw a big package at the front door. It said, For Jimmy Smith.

“Surprise!” said his mother, opening the front door.

“What is that?”

“Your package, silly. Open it.”


Jimmy ripped open the package and found a DVD box that said, MORRIS WATERS YOGA KIT FOR KIDS AND GROWN-UPS.

“Sooo…. Do you like it?”

“Mom, you really didn’t need to do this. Really.”

“Ohh, don’t be silly. I will do anything for you.”




They went inside and Jimmy’s mom carefully placed the DVD in the player and pressed PLAY. They sat on the floor in front of the TV. Now, go into half-lotus. Jimmy’s mom placed one ankle on top of the other and Jimmy followed.

“Ah, I think I just broke my hip again.”


“Just kidding.”

About the Author

Hi, my name is Serenity. I am nine years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom. My brother and my great-grandma live here too. If I could have a superpower I would pick being a mind reader because I am curious. I would also like to travel to the future. I would go to the year 2100 because I want to see myself eighty-nine years from now. I want to be good at drawing and writing. I am also the author of That’s the Way Life Works.

THAT’S THE WAY LIFE WORKS By Serenity, age 8

Lotte slides into home plate. Her shoes untie and she trips over the laces. “Home run!!! Home run!!!” the fans shout. She tries so hard not to cry or waste time doing her shoes again. Her teammates cheer. Her parents and friends are waiting. Lotte sees her mom and dad in the stands.

They celebrate the big win with steaks and ice cream at a restaurant in San Francisco with gold wallpaper and a crystal chandelier. There are party hats and games, music and presents. Waiters wear dark blue uniforms. But Lotte’s leg hurts the whole time. It feels like a tornado. Her leg keeps on spinning. She pulls on her mom’s shirt and says, “My leg hurts really bad.” It hurts but she holds her tears.

Her parents take her to the hospital. In the waiting room there are wheelchairs, doorways, canes and windows. It smells like medicine. They wait for two hours. Doctors do tests on Lotte’s leg. They say she cannot play baseball anymore.

Lotte’s parents go to a window called Accounts. The lady there gives them the bill.

They say, “Wow! Now that’s a lot of money.”

The lady says, “Those are the usual charges sir.”

The tests are over. They get the results. Lotte’s bone is broken.

They come home from the hospital. Lotte lies on the couch. She feels sad. She takes a nap. Lotte dreams that she is playing baseball and she does not have a broken leg. She wins the game. She hears her mom calling her name.

“Lotte, Lotte.”

She wakes up and falls off the couch and says, “Aww, my leg!”

Her mom says, “Sorry, Lotte.”

About the Author

My name is Serenity. I am eight years old. I live with my mom in San Francisco. I like to draw and write. I am good at running. I want to get better at Writers’ Workshop. When I grow up I want to be a brain surgeon because I’ve never really seen the inside of a human body and I’d like to experience that. What confuses me most is Fridays. Sometimes my mom says she is going out but then changes her mind and changes her mind again.