Moulton English

Eve Thompson Ms. Asuncion English 9 Honors, Block 6 2 October 2015 Nowhere to Go but Up          She walked through the storm of swirling snow, rain, and ice. The New York winter weather was anything but kind to those who liked the warmth. The frosty air found the little bits of exposed skin, the part of her wrist where the glove met her coat. It blew deep down into her boot where her sock reached the leg of her jean. She braced herself, clutching the manuscript tight to her chest. Her manuscript was her life, the only thing keeping her afloat in the craziness of this world.          She had tried all the publishing companies in New York. This was her last chance. The other publishers had practically thrown her out on the streets without even a glance at her story. She reached her destination, a tall, glass building that made her tremble in her boots. She pushed the revolving door, glancing arou...

Karan Nair Ms. Asuncion English 9H 3 31 September 2015 Chances “Stop!  Here, here, here!” Ben exclaimed as my Dad came to a halt at Jennifer’s house.  Ben and I stepped out of the car to arrive at her fourteenth birthday party.  We continued to wonder how we were invited to this but we were glad we were.  It was two weeks ago when Jennifer came up to our table at lunch and handed us invitations to her party.  Now here we were, I made fun of Ben for having a pink gift wrapped in paper.  He ripped it off and threw it in the thorn bushes as we entered in the backyard.  The backyard was decorated with birthday streamers.  Activities like ladder ball, volleyball, basketball and even a karaoke machine had been set up everywhere. Besides that, a zip line had ran through the backyard from tree to tree. We entered to see a girl smiling at Ben and me.  It took me a minute before I figured out it was Sarah from our gym class.  She show...

Liam Vereb Ms. Asuncion English 9 Honors, Block 2 1 October 2015 The Halloween Accident It was a cold, dark Halloween night when a young boy named Thomas was walking home from soccer practice. Thick chunks of snow fell all around him, limiting his field of vision to only a couple of feet. The wind punched at Thomas' sides knocking him left and right, but he had to continue for he was on his own.               Thomas soon came to a fork in the road where he had to make a choice. He could either go left and get home faster, but he would have to cross a frozen lake and he could risk falling in. Or he could go right and walk along a path but he would get home later. To avoid getting caught out in the ever worsening snow storm, he decided on the left and take the risk.  Thomas soon reached the frozen lake. He set the lantern down and reached into his backpack and pulled out a ruler. He remembered coming hunting h...

Tasnia Chowdhury Ms Asuncion English 9H Block 3 3 February 2016 Underground Passage             I was on my way from the bus station to the main city hall on the other side of the road. The raw air was biting my cheeks, and I pulled my scarf farther up to my chin, burying my face in it while tensing my neck and shoulders, wanting to disappear into my winter coat. I quickened my pace towards the stairs leading down to the darker, but far less windy underground passage. I wanted to get home and jump into my warm bed as quickly as possible.             By the first two steps I realized I was being watched. I saw a shadow of a man who was leaning against the railing on the corner of the station. As I got closer, I could make out a blood-stained jacket, a cap casting a shadow over his face, and in his hand something swiftly reflecting in the lights from the fluorescent l...

Gabrielle Buffaloe Ms. Asuncion English 9H 1 October 2015 Birds “The world was new,” he began.             It was her favorite story, and he knew it. She was sick today, and he was trying to cheer her up a bit.             “There were not any cars or planes or technology. Just the earth, and the sky, and the animals, and the plants, and the people. The people were good, there were not any wars, and everyone was happy.             “There was a little boy, who lived with his grandfather. This little boy was actually just about your age.” He poked the tip of her nose as he said it, and the little girl giggled. Then he continued on with the story.             “His grandfather taught him the ways of the world, how to respect all the creatures great and smal...

Subba Addala Ms. Asuncion English 9H, Block 3 20 October 2015 The Unknown A girl named Alicia lived in Texas with her mom, dad, and brother. She was very nice, honest, and trustworthy. She never changed her personality based on who she was around. Because of her personality, she had a lot of friends, but many also disliked her. All her teachers loved her; not only because she was a great student, but for her personality. She had very loving grandparents who lived in California. And Alicia loved them very much too. She talked to them almost everyday. and she visited them at least a minimum of once every 6 months. She was very close to everyone in her family. One day, when she was walking home from school, a van stopped in her way. She did not recognize any of them, and they seemed to be in their mid 20’s or early 30’s. They were all dressed in black head to toe, and asked her if she wanted a ride. She said she would go home by herself, and she ran home immediately. She tr...

Sudiksha  Kochi   Ms. Asuncion   English 9H, Block 3   10  February, 2016                                   The  Flames of Ignorance   January 15 , 1887   "Hey little girl, I know you stole my  piece  of bread! Give it back before I pummel you to the ground," a   group of boys snickered at me.   Scared but headstrong, I responded  boldy , "I  ain't  got none of your  stinkin '  bread! Just because I got  a   different skin color than you doesn't me you can blame me for all your problems!" That was the last straw as their anger grew into fury vengeance, and they stomped on me like a delicate flower. Blood was oozing like a nightmare of flashbacks, and my spirit was a bombshell exploding into the depravity of my heart. I co...