by: Jake Duncan
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by: Isobel M.W.
“I said. ‘Look Grandma! It’s snowing!’
As my grandma turned her head and looked out the window, she said, ‘Snowing? But it’s the middle of September. That’s not possible.’
Mom said Grandma’s mind was going. I’m not quite sure where it’s going but I hope it comes back. ‘No Grandma. Silly. It’s December.’
‘December? But we just went to the pool.’
‘Nooo, that was last time we were here.’
‘Agh, whatever. No point in arguing with someone who got my mother’s stubbornness.’ Grandma then went to the kitchen and talked to Mommy.
by: M. Gray
As a child, I had a big imagination. Stuffed animals were people with personalities. The family room floor was a desolate savannah. The hallway was a ravine. A small creek was a vast lake. But most importantly, snow hills were the site for an epic arctic expedition.
by: Sheryce Heron
It was December 24, Saturday 2022 the day before Christmas and it was 13:50 a couple minutes after our break had started. We had our forts ready and our ammo by our sides from a couple days before, We let ourselves have a couple days in advance to prepare for the battle of the year.
by: Liam Duncan
Once upon a time there was a monkey named Monkey. For Monkey’s entire life he had lived in nice and warm Africa. That all changed when he moved to Japan because he realised that he was a Japanese macaque. He moved there when it was summer so it was still warm and not cold. Monkey was happy that he got accepted really fast into the troop he found!
by: Mohamad Amcacha
When I was 8, my family, my friends, and me, all went sledding. When we arrived there, we decided we were going to go on the small slides first, and the big slides last. After we arrived to the top of the hill, we all decided I was going to go first. I got on the tube, and prayed for my life.
by: Noor Al Hayat Mahmoud
Ugh, it’s winter again, the worst season ever, it’s cold outside, snow on my crops! Why does winter even exist?
by: Emilia Shumelda
by: Maryam Karbalaei Nouri
I love winter not just because Christmas is in winter but because Yalda is in winter. You don’t know what Yalda is? It’s okay, I’m gonna tell you. Yalda Night is an Iranian festival celebrated in the winter on December 21. The night between the last day of the ninth month and the first day of the tenth month of the Iranian solar calendar.
by: Izzie Guenette
That was the last song I heard before I died. Probably a morbid way to start the story off huh? Well the way my life ended wasn’t all that great either. I had been driving uptown to spend my winter break in the snow; I always loved snow…
by: L.K., Isobel M.W., R.Hasak, Jasmine S., Sanjna Banda and
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