The ashy particles began to thicken and reform my body, and a scream forced its way out of my burning lungs. Did putting on Dr. Grim’s suit sweep me up the chimney the same way I had swept down it, and to this place of constant charred snow under a pale gray sun? The ashes gave way beneath my feet like sand in a tropical wasteland. As I rubbed my dry eyes and squinted at a disheveled figure sweeping toward me, I sensed the looming presence of death. The late Dr. Grim’s lips began to flake away as he said, “Instead of collecting ashes, now you’ll be scattering them.”
(East Lincoln High School - written by Ms. Carr’s second period AP English class in a ninety-minute workshop this morning.)
The last spider was crawling across the cracked windshield as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the wreckage of my car. Broken ribs were far less painful than the betrayal I had just suffered at the hands of my brother. His eyes were hard and cold as he walked past my mangled body and stole the crate of poisonous spiders I had tried so hard to protect. “You shouldn’t have tried to stop me,” were the last words he said before he tenderly pressed the spider to my throat. As soon as my strength is back, I will have my revenge - immunity is everything.
(East Lincoln High School - written by Ms. Carr’s first period AP English class in a ninety-minute workshop this morning.)
In the process of putting together a Reddit IAMA at the request of the student book club at York Catholic High School in Pennsylvania - most likely on Wednesday, May 22 at 9:00 EST. More details to come…
…and it’s official! Please join me on Reddit on that date/time for a free-wheeling Q&A session about anything you’d like. I’m crazy enough to consider answering just about anything. :)