writingcontest

=Writing Contest Winners= Here are the winning entries from the eighth grade writing contest.

By Destiny Croft
 * The Mink Coat**

When I opened by old wardrobe I was greeted by a puff of dust. The smell of mothballs was so strong; it almost tasted like the chemicals from an air conditioner. I coughed, and rummaged around. Tossing aside old trousers and dresses, I finally found what I was seeking. An ancient mink coat-its fur collar was still sleek and soft. The coat itself still the same old chestnut brown, as it had been the last time I’d opened my wardrobe in 1896. I draped the coat around me, hearing the faint “whoosh” as I swung it around my shoulders. I could feel my skin tingle, heard my old bones creak as straightened from the stoop caused by the weight of time. My wrinkles disappeared; my face tightened, and the gray hairs on my head receded to reveal my normal hair color. It was now 2007, but now I didn’t look a day older since my 18th birthday in 1783.

By: Sydney Christopher
 * My Many Colors**

When I feel lonely I am Yellow Rose. Like sitting in a park where no one goes. When I feel shy I am Pucker Up Green. Like meeting a new guy out on the street. When I feel contemplative I am Serene Sky. Like thinking, hoping, whishing, and wondering why? When I feel crazy I am Slicker Yellow. Everyone in town can hear me bellow! When I feel sad I am Zorba Brown As I go down, my companion- a frown. When I feel angry I am Drum Beat Red. No one can convince me, myself, and I in my stubborn head! I have many colors, As all of you can see. But then again without them, I just wouldn’t be me.

By Julie D’Eath
 * Last Beach Trip of The Summer**

A long day at the beach, Wave upon wave crashing, My mom – by best friend, We dive under waves together, Not wanting the day to end, Looking in the sand for sand crabs, Watching the birds fly overhead, It’s getting hot, time to get back in, We run through the water, We jump through the waves, The sun beating down on our faces, Seaweed rapped around our legs, It’s getting late, Time to get out, We carry our things, Walking through the hot sand, Wishing we didn’t have to go, We’ll be back next summer, But that’s too long to wait.

By Hannah Mayorga
 * Fear**

When I’m sad I feel phantom blue Confused, mad wondering what to do Hoping for happiness As that is what I miss Not knowing what to do Trying to start brand new Try to understand All I need Is a hand As yourself Have I ever felt this way So confusing You don’t know what to say Having this fear Can’t I just steer To avoid my pain I try another lane I found the way I’m so happy to say I did it on my own But, know I’m not alone