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Book: Lemonade Wars
Book: Inkspell
One Direction, the band.
The Native Americans of Massachusetts lived peacefully in the wilderness. Then, the pilgrims of England came to find new life in America. At the end of the harvest, the pilgrims and natives celebrated the good harvest.
And that's it!
Who’s
That?
Happy
Diwali!
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Diwali:
the festival of lights
Hindus light
candles called diyas to light their homes. Kids eat sweets called jalebi.
Here are some awesome fall events in Sturbridge, Massachusetts
Here are some awesome fall events in Sturbridge, Massachusetts
Just look up: www.osv.org
And you’ll get there!
Sports Flash
The pats are starting their season and they are
off to a good start. I will be keeping
track of how many games we win and lose. So far we’ve been doing very well.
Speaking of good let’s talk about the red sox.
They’ve been doing well-awesome! I like our coach this year. I hope we keep
him! I didn’t think Bobby Valientin would last long. It’s sad but their season
is coming to an end.
In towns fall ball, also known as base- ball in
the fall, fall softball and field hockey. So has hockey, and basketball is
coming soon. Fall soft ball, to be
exact.
Hope you play a sport: they’re really fun! See
you next time on:
Sports Flash!
People of the North
Night is falling in
the Tongass Rainforest. In a small clearing, my clan is setting up for the
winter. My sisters Elsie, Anya, and Anna are already asleep in the winter
house. Samantha, Eliza and Poppy are making parkas. Nickie and Sonia are making
bracelets. I am carving totem poles with Mika. The sun sets in beautiful shades
of pink, blue, purple, and orange. Snow starts to fall. All is peaceful in the
rainforest 2
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Today, we took a canoe out to the glacier. We caught so many
salmon that it was hard to count!
That
night,
We
had a
Feast
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There
Has
Been
A
Salmon
Run
Bears
Are
Arriving
From
Everywhere
They have been getting into our food. We have been forced to
move north even though the snow hasn’t melted yet.
We load the
Dogsled
And set off
Through
The snow
We
Slide
On
And
on
And
on
And
on
And
on
Until we reach Unalakleet river.
4
The sun rises over
the treetops. We set up camp in the forest. That night, temperatures reach 20
below zero.
Snow
Is
Falling.
5
Snow melts
Leaves grow
Birds sing
Sun shines
Temperatures
reach
40
degrees
Spring is here and
we will have to move north. Food is scarce so we eat dried salmon and we take
water or ice from anywhere we can. Soon, we will reach the tundra and we pick so
many gooseberries that we can’t hold all of them in our leather bags. We take
the last of the snow to make ice cream with our berries. The sun sets over the
Arctic tundra. We eat our berry ice cream. We set up camp. Everything is
peaceful.
White
By Tariq Bennet, Portland, Maine
White
is the shiny color of a blank sheet of paper.
White is the bright color of snow early
in the morning.
White is the glimmering moon, shining
against the night.
White is a dusty piece of blackboard
chalk.
White is a clean white board.
White is a spotless blank wall.
White is a ______, waiting to become
A different color
Of
The world.
I am a Musician
By Rena Niko, Katie Grey, and Hannah Ieywan, Tokyo, Japan
I
am a musician. I lift my cello to rest against my shoulder and my bow rises to
the thickest, lowest string. A long, deep, note hovers in the air for a moment,
than fades off. I love my dark, shiny, wood instrument. I love my Cello.
~ Katie Grey
I
am a musician. My ½ size violin sings out to me as I draw my bow across the E
string. Then my bow whips across the D string. The note G, than A, tremble in
the air, than waver off. I love my cinnamon colored, polished, music maker. I
love my violin.
~ Rena Niko
I
am a musician. I find middle C on the vast grand piano and start a Bach piece.
I sway to the music of my piano, pounding on the keys. The piece ends, all too
soon. But, I lift up the top of the piano, and begin Vivaldi. Now, I can watch
the strings of the piano move to the music, as if an invisible person was
swinging them back and forth. I love my shining, majestic, black
string-percussion singer. I love my piano.
~ Hannah Ieywan
Book Interview
Reviewed by: Rachel
Book: Letters from Rifka, by Karen Hesse
Why do you like this book? I like the
suspense a lot, and I really like the plot and the main character, Rifka, and
her bravery.
What’s your favorite part? Well, I
haven’t finished it, and I have to say, so far, all of it!
Who’s your favorite character? Rifka or
Nathan, but probably Rifka.
Thank you, Rachel!
Mineral
By
Katie Kaloen, Ottawa, Canada
I
LOVE minerals! As a matter of fact, I own two of my own, crystal and diamond.
They’re both really special to me. My uncle got them for me at the Smithsonian
museum gift shop in Washington D.C. The two gems are both opaque. I love the
word opaque. Anyway, they are o-pay-que, and beautiful. Beautiful and opaque.
Opaque. Opaaaaaayque! Op-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-aaayquuuueeeeee!!!!! Sorry. Anyway, I
love my two, opaque, plastic minerals! Oooooooopaque!
Flighter
By Diana and Brian Flighter, The Bahamas
Fast.
Fast as the wind. That’s how I fly My wings slide out of my body as I leap off
a thorn. No one knows of my existence. I am invisible to humans’ eyes. Those
intrusive human beings will never get to see me, wish as they might. I am the
Flighter, of the inner world.
Animal:
Olinguito
By James and Matthew Giant, Houston, Texas
Something
new in the world of animals:
Kristofer Helgen and Roland Kays have discovered a
new species of animals, the olinguito (oh-lihn-GEE-toe) in the mountainous
forest in Equator and Colombia. For more information look up ‘olinguito’, or
simply ‘new animal species’.
Salt and Sugar
By Tanna Kuli, Honolulu, Hawaii
I slide a smooth,
orange, sticky, oval candy into my mouth.
“Do you like it? The
honey-orange-apple-caramel? Does it taste good? What does it taste like?” Mum
inquires.
“It’s not bad. But….It’s weird.”
Mum’s an inventor of sorts. She makes candy.
I’m her taste tester, and right now I’m having her newest invention, the
Honey-Orange-Apple-Caramel, or HOAC. I try not to make her feel bad, but it’s….it’s
not right. There’s something wrong. It was caramel, sweet, salty… SALTY!
“Mum, what did you put in this?” I ask.
“Oh, just, the usual, caramel, sugar, bit
of orange juice…”
“Mum, show me the sugar.”
“Right here, Sweetie.”
“Mum, that says salt.”
“Honey? Oh… yes, you’re right. Oops!”
“Mum, that’s the eighth time that’s
happened. Also, don’t make these so sticky, ‘cause they get stuck in my
braces.”
“Just spit it out, Honey.”
“Mum, it’s stuck in my braces,” I say,
prying the candy from the wires in my mouth.
“Darling, will you try my super sugar
coated jellybean?”
“Mum, that’s coated in salt.”
Sky
Yvonne Teeler, Tallahassee, Florida
The sky is pink,
orange, white, green, blue, purple… The sun
is shining through the silhouetted leaves of a tall tree. Little mini mountains filter the sun. The first stars are beginning to come out,
not needing to hide from a veil of light covering
the sky anymore. The moon is in the east, the sun to the
west, still both visible. I am alone on a green
hill. I stand with my arms spread out, eyes closed, letting the breeze waft
over me. For one, fleeting moment all the colors of the rainbow
are in the sky, and both the sun and the moon.
Equal balance between day and night, light,
and darkness. Then the sun disappears,
the moon rises, and the
sky is a dark, velvety blue.
The moon is now high in the sky, stars
surrounding stars.
Old is new
By Karen and Matt Blance, the Carribean
A piece of cheese is a
luxury. A tiny stick house is a mansion. A teaspoon of water is a perfectly
clear, clean, pitcher of water. A scrap of paper is an unlimited supply of
clean paper. A snip of lead is a perfectly sharpened pencil. A block of wood is
a white, china, shiny, clean plate. A square of frayed cloth is a embroidered,
warm, feather comforter.
For a mouse.
Whimsical: a word
By Elaina Lettac, Brookline, Massachusetts
Whimsical
Is a floating
word
A cloud or a
head in the clouds.
A rainbow on
water
A sun in the
mountains
Whimsical
Is a white word
A soft, snowy
word
A fluffy word
Whimsical
Is
A dream
No Title
By Jake Cameron
Apples are good. No, I can’t be that
bland. Juiciness is happy and delicious. No, WEIRD!!! I heart applesssssss! No,
super awkward! Apples = me eat. No, again weird. Oh what the heck. This is bad.
Real bad. I really want to write something for the Who’s That Magazine, but
what? Apples = X MY life = Ugh, X. School = Seriously? X. Fire (How did I just
come up with this = random, but cool….! Fire = Check!
“Fire bright, lightning bugs flight
Glimmering, Shimmering
Bright red and yellows, roasting
marshmallows
Orange and bright, projecting light
Fire, Fire
A beacon in the night.”
Hey, not bad! I think I’m done. That
was easy! Ish.
I am the Ink Drinker. I relish
the taste of Ink from crunchy books, but NOT the bland store bought kind. I am
Draculink, and you will become my PREY…..
-The Ink Drinker
Water
Clear blue smooth liquid
Ocean’s water, pond, or lake
Silver, green, shining
Halloweeeeeen!
Full Moon,
Bright white.
Werewolves
Howl,
“Ahwooooooo!”
Witches Swoop,
“Hee Hee Hee!”
Trick
or Treat,
“Candy
please?”
Zombies
Creep,
In
the darkness.
Wind Swishes
Wssshhhhh!
It’s Halloween!
I swear I did
I saw a witch!
Her skin was
wrinkled, folded over, and white as the moon, with a greenish tinge.
Her hair was black as
pitch, and straight as a ruler.
She was wearing a
black emerald cape and on her head was a tall pointed black hat.
Black sleek broom in
her left hand, the tail of a dangling black cat in her right hand. Piercing
black eyes came to rest on ME. I was frozen. She started towards me. I stumbled
back, unable to breath. Suddenly, the sun rose. The witch let out a piercing scream. Then, with a flash, the witch
disappeared. I let out a huge sigh, and then ran home.
I’m serious
I saw a Pilgrim!
He was wearing a
three-cornered hat and tall socks. He had a brown tunic on and brown, short
pants. He stared at me, and said,
“Good Morrow, could thy tell thee where
thee am young miss?”
“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers…” I
backed away.
“But miss, do thy not know thee can trust
me?” Then his body started whirling round and round. The wind whistled around
him. Then, all at once, everything was still. I wondered why my mouth was
opened, about to talk. I shrugged and set off down the street.
“He was one weird looking guy,
with a gray complexion and bristly eyebrows. His behavior was even weirder. I
could hardly believe my eyes-it looked as if he was floating off the ground
like a ghost…..Vampire!”
-The Ink Drinker
This Halloween
I
was just walking along the road on Halloween evening. I was walking to my
friend’s house to get ready for Halloween with her. It was 6:30 and it takes
about a half hour to get to my friend’s house. But, I took a wrong turn. It was
6:50. I thought I knew a short cut. I got lost. It was 7:00. I searched for the
way back. I thought I found it. It was 7:30. I was wrong. I kept searching tile
8:45. I knew I should have brought my phone. Suddenly I saw an old woman looking
at me.
“That way.” She said, pointing at a path I
hadn’t tried yet. Suddenly I realized the sky was dark and that the woman had a
tall pointed hat on. She was holding a black cat and more black cats prowled
around her. Bats fluttered around her head. She grinned wickedly. I swiveled
around and ran. I didn’t care where I was going; all I cared about was getting
away from that WITCH! Miracle I ended up in front of my friend’s house. I
slipped on my witch costume over my clothes. When I bent down to pick up my
fake black cat I instead picked up one of the witch’s cats that had followed
me. I didn’t notice. I went to my friend’s door and rang the doorbell I had
decided to forget about the witch.
“Trick or Treat!” I said when Rebecca (my
friend) opened the door.
“Wow. You look amazing! How’d you get the
cat and the-the bats?”
“The cat came from Toys R Us… But what
bats?”
“The bats fluttering above your head! And
the cat’s real, it’s not a toy! Also, that looks like a real wart on your face!
And that hair- it can’t be fake!” Meanwhile as I later found out, the real
witch (now looking suspiciously like me) was lost.
This
was the scariest Halloween EVER!
The diary of Sally
Jane, a pumpkin in the 21st century
October 8th, 2013
Hi y’all! I’m a pumpkin. My name’s Sally Jane. Not a body’s
taken me yet, here at the super market. My sister Lanie Susan got token, and my
two brothers, Sam Will and Tom Joe. Even my parents, Kate Grace and Jack Nick
got token, even though they’re ratha large. I’m not to purty neither. I got two
big bumps around my handle at the top and twisty turny handle.
October 15th 2013
Hi y’all! This here is Sally Jane ‘gain. An’ guess what? I
got token! I got token by this cutie puny lassie and her Da. The Da called the
young’un Mary. What a name! In this here di’ry I gonna call her Mary Beth. Her
Da will just be-Da. Well, they token me now. Mary Beth’s real nice; she treats
me real, like I am, a’course. Mary Beth showed me the drawing of how they gonna
carve me. They gonna have me smiling real big with sparklin’ eyes and they
gonna tie a napkin round my head like a sailor and they gonna sew “Sally Jane”
to it. I dunno how they know my name, though. Well, goodbye, diary. Here comes
Da with the carving knife. And do remember, this is Sally Jane, October, 2013…
Book: Dog Friday
Author: Hillary McKay
In this story a boy named Robert finds lost dog. He wants to keep it, but his
parents won’t let him.
What would you rate it?5/5
“I think it’s really funny!”
Book: Lemonade Wars
Author: Jacquelyn Davies
A girl named Jessie
and her brother Evan are in the same class. Jessie’s really smart, and she
skipped a grade, but she’s really shy. Evan’s not super smart, but he’s really
bold. Evan doesn’t want to be in same class as his sister. Jessie comes up with
the idea for her and Evan to sell lemonade, and they both try to get more than
one hundred dollars. Whoever gets more money gets all of the money.
What would you rate it? 5/5
“I think it’s funny, and interesting!”
Book: Inkspell
Author: Cornelia Funke
A girl named Meggie and her father can go into books, and
bring characters out of the books. Meggie’s father brings Meggie’s mother into
book accidently and can’t get her out.
What would you rate it? 5/5
Here’s a question for everyone: If you could bring a living
thing out of a book, who would you bring? Here are some people’s answers:
One Direction, the band.
Two twins for me.
A pet dog.
Fudge, from the fudge books.
Evan from the Lemonade Wars.
Six people think Percy Jackson.
Two people think
Professor McGonagall,
Voldemort,
Dumbledore,
Harry Potter,
Septimus Heap from
the Septimus Heap series.
Hermione Granger.
Sophronia, from
Etiquette and Espionage.
A Scarecrow
By Julian Kim
A scarecrow stands
His body attached
By rubber bands
He stands alone
In the night
Glowing in
The Moonlight
Blackbirds
Grackles
Crows
Sparrows
Come to roost
On the Scarecrow
In night or day
In rain
Snow
Or
Sleet
Robins, Doves, and Blue jays
Always
Come to the
Scarecrow
Autumn
Dance,
With
wind blowing,
Sweeping
the leaves,
Swirling,
Twirling,
At
ease.
Sweeping
around
Me
Hair
Billowing,
I
dance
To
the
Rhythm
Of
autumn.
Halloween
Trick
or treat!
I
wonder what characters I’ll meet
Although
the candy is the highlight
There
are many great parts about the night
BOO!
I
scared you!
M&Ms and
Skittles
make
a great treat
Although
I do prefer Twix
butter fingers are very yummy
Although
they can do bad things your tummy
There
are many delicious treats
That
people really love to eat
On
Halloween
By
Anthony James Hall
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| Cornucopia |
The First Thanksgiving By Rohan
Silvdurso
The Native Americans of Massachusetts lived peacefully in the wilderness. Then, the pilgrims of England came to find new life in America. At the end of the harvest, the pilgrims and natives celebrated the good harvest.
-
Rohan Silvdurso
Red,
red, my name is Fred
Orange,
orange, I like porridge
Yellow, yellow, here
me bellow
Green,
green, I also scream
Blue, blue, I love you
Purple, purple, that’s the end of my rainbow story
By Jackie Davis
Poems do not have to rhyme
Sometimes they cost a dime
But I take my time
To rhyme
~ Molly Hankensen
The
Scarecrows
Homemade scarecrows
Afraid of bow ‘n arrows
Took a narrow step
Haven’t seen him yet
~Rosa Shane
I have a poodle
His name is doodle
He fell down the stairs
Off came his hair
~Chloe Smith
Autumn,
autumn
Beautiful
autumn
Leaves
change,
Children
laugh,
While
the world changes
~Rose
Rham
The True Story of
Halloween
The Celts, who once
lived in Ireland, celebrated the arrival of winter with a holiday called All Hallows
Eve. They lit fires and danced around them. They wore frightening masks to
scare away ghosts. They carved pumpkins and placed candles inside of them.
According to the legend, the candlelight was thought to keep away spirits of
the night.
And that's it!
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