Excerpt from, The Girl Who Drank The Moon. By: Kelly Barnhill

‘Glerk lumbered toward the Witch, who laid her hand on his great cheek. Though he was able to walk upright, he often preferred to move on all sixes—or on all sevens, with the use of his tail as an occasional limb, or all fives, if he happened to be using one of his hands to pluck a particularly fragrant flower and bring it to his nose, or to collect rocks, or to play a haunting tune on a hand-carved flute. He pressed his massive forehead to Xan’s tiny brow.’

It was one of his favorites. The baby gazed as he walked, studying  his protruding  eyeballs, his conical ears,  his thick lips on wide jaws. She examined each wart, each divot, each slimy lump on his large flat face, a look  of wonder in her eyes. She reached up one finger and stuck it curiously  into a nostril. Glerk sneezed and Luna laughed.

Excerpt from: The Girl Who Drank the Moon   By: Kelly Barnhill.                                                                
             

    Easy to carry around in a scabbard and unsheathed quicker than you can say, pumpershnickle  (said in an English accent); a sax knife is the best weapon during an attack or during trial by combat. It was normally called a sea ax then the two words “slid together” to form the shortened name sax. I personally call it a sax sword or Sax knife. It was used as either a knife or sword having a bone or wooden handle. Bone handles would be better because it would take longer for it to deteriorate. The sax knife was about 2 or 3 feet long and 6 inches wide.  The sax knife is strapped to your belt in a horizontal scabbard. Fun fact, the Germanic tribe, Saxons,  got their name from this popular knife they used.  Let’s say my knife got battered or bruised from war scars. Would I throw it away? No, it would be returned to  the blacksmith and made into different tools ; metal was rare and hard to find back then. So, if I ever find myself being attacked hopefully I have a trusty sax knife on me!

Brennan

Rangers Apprentice Trial by Combat Remade


     Walking towards Halt, seeing his proud smile, Will felt his heart filled with joy.  The rare smile on Halt’s face reassured him that he had truly made him proud by winning the trial by combat. But the flames of pride were quickly extinguished when Will saw the assassin preparing to shoot the only person who was like a father to him ! He started running but it seemed as though Halt was miles away and he was running through quicksand . Hearing the sickening crunch of bone being crushed, Will knew Halt was dead. The sorrow and guilt of being too late was almost as painful as the crossbow bolt that pierced his OWN skull. Nobody saw Tennyson, the false preacher of Aliyah, smiling grimly  in the podium. “Now that Holt and will are dead there’s nothing preventing me from taking over Clonimel and stealing all their riches,” he thought happily.  Watching their bodies being dragged into the forest, he scoffed, “ Now there will be no evidence they were ever here!”



By    
             Samuel

Poems by: Lola

Alice Walker
I got shot in the eye,
My brothers told me to lie.
I looked disfigured,
Everybody else just snickered.
I hated this earth.
I hated my birth.
So I began to write,
Through my pain and my fright.
       -Lola Davidson

Poems by: Lola

FOR SALE
We got knickknacks,
We got year-old tic-tacs.
We got half-shined shoes,
We got a ghost that says
Boo!
I look at all this crud in our yard,
And I know that it will never happen,
But I wish we had money to stay in this house.
My sister is crying because she can't keep her favorite blouse.
I just wish we could stay in this house.
I guess we'll live in the car,
I feel like a fly trapped in a jar.
A single tear falls in my lap
And I wonder...
Will we ever come back.

SELLING THE WORLD
I'll sell you the world.
But, you must have patience;
The world is always fighting with itself.
The world is hard to take care of;
Its always trashy.
You must also be stern,
For the world never listens.
You must be lenient,
The world has many different opinions.
Maybe I should sell Jupiter,
There are no people there to mess it up.

Poems By:Lola

PROTESTING                                          
If I were to protest I would                        
Not care where I go                                    
For I know                                                  
You can’t stop me                                      
For if you scrape my knee,                          
Take away my job,                                  
Make my life hell                                
It will ring-a-bell                                
It will tell me I need to                            
Protest where-ever I go                                
For I will stand for what’s right                          
I will make this world bright!                      
     -Lola Davidson                                      

PIPELINE PROTEST                         
Shoot me with water cannons,
Or rubber bullets
I will screech, but no more than that
But why should I have to?
For I have the freedom of speech
I have not hurt you
But you have hurt me
You have stung like a bee
You have left a deep scar
Like a dent in a car
We could fight back    
And we will
Not by attack
Not a bite, not a scratch
Not even a screech
For we have the freedom of speech!
                  -Lola Davidson