Creative Writing
Our best ideas come from the most bizarre of situations.
What if Each Day of the Week were a Person?
by Isabel Lindsay, Grade 8
Monday’s eyes blinked blearily open. Her room was dark, and her curtains were drawn tightly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She was about to turn around and go back to sleep when a high-pitched beeping blared in her ears. No, no, no, she thought, shutting her eyes tightly. Not yet, five more minutes…
The beeping continued insistently, until with a groan Monday lifted her head to read her alarm clock. 6:00. Urgh. Maybe I can hold off for a few more minutes. Reaching across her bed, Monday randomly pressed buttons until she finally found the snooze one. The beeping stopped. Pulling her bed covers back over her head, Monday closed her eyes for just a few more moments of sleep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Monday woke up again with a start. She felt slightly more rested, but still groggy. Maybe I can get away with a few more minutes? She turned her head to see her clock, hoping that only a few moments had passed, but then the morning blurriness went away and she could read the time.
“Shoot!” Monday yelped, hopping out of bed. “I’m going to be late!”
“Sunday, what are you doing? Why are you still in your pajamas?” Monday demanded.
Sunday just shrugged and smiled. She was also wearing a nightgown and a fuzzy robe. At least her feet were in regular sneakers.
Rubbing her eyes in Monday-morning frustration, Monday sighed. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? When will you stop being so lazy?”
“Sunday is the day of rest, right?” Sunday replied. “Saturday took care of everything. Now all I need to do is watch TV and eat snacks.”
“But you have school tomorrow! Don’t you have homework that you didn’t finish yesterday?” Monday chided. “And you need to get to sleep early, or you’ll be super tired in the morning!”
“Urgh. Yeah.” Sunday groaned. “Should’ve done that earlier. Whatever.” Wrapping her fuzzy robe more tightly around herself, she walked off, waving to Monday behind her. “After that, I’m watching TV!”
“Sleepover tonight!” Friday said excitedly, putting her arms around the shoulders of her two best friends, Saturday and Thursday. “I’m inviting everyone! There’s gonna be popcorn, and we’ll watch a movie, and we’ll play truth or dare…” she trailed off and giggled. “You guys coming?”
“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it!” Saturday clapped her hands. “I love a good party! I think I’m having one tomorrow, too!”
“I can’t wait,” Thursday said, smiling. She was always waiting for something. It always came in the end, but then another exciting event was planned, and she had to wait more. “And I can’t wait for Saturday’s party, either!”
“You know, you should throw a party one day, Thurs,” Friday suggested excitedly.
“Ha-ha, very funny.”
“I’m serious! I’d come! Have I ever been invited to a party I haven’t gone to?” Friday challenged. Saturday and Thursday didn’t answer. “Exactly.”
“Eh. Maybe,” Thursday shrugged. But her tone of voice said she wasn’t thinking of planning any parties anytime soon.
Monday’s eyes blinked blearily open. Her room was dark, and her curtains were drawn tightly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She was about to turn around and go back to sleep when a high-pitched beeping blared in her ears. No, no, no, she thought, shutting her eyes tightly. Not yet, five more minutes…
The beeping continued insistently, until with a groan Monday lifted her head to read her alarm clock. 6:00. Urgh. Maybe I can hold off for a few more minutes. Reaching across her bed, Monday randomly pressed buttons until she finally found the snooze one. The beeping stopped. Pulling her bed covers back over her head, Monday closed her eyes for just a few more moments of sleep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Monday woke up again with a start. She felt slightly more rested, but still groggy. Maybe I can get away with a few more minutes? She turned her head to see her clock, hoping that only a few moments had passed, but then the morning blurriness went away and she could read the time.
“Shoot!” Monday yelped, hopping out of bed. “I’m going to be late!”
“Sunday, what are you doing? Why are you still in your pajamas?” Monday demanded.
Sunday just shrugged and smiled. She was also wearing a nightgown and a fuzzy robe. At least her feet were in regular sneakers.
Rubbing her eyes in Monday-morning frustration, Monday sighed. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? When will you stop being so lazy?”
“Sunday is the day of rest, right?” Sunday replied. “Saturday took care of everything. Now all I need to do is watch TV and eat snacks.”
“But you have school tomorrow! Don’t you have homework that you didn’t finish yesterday?” Monday chided. “And you need to get to sleep early, or you’ll be super tired in the morning!”
“Urgh. Yeah.” Sunday groaned. “Should’ve done that earlier. Whatever.” Wrapping her fuzzy robe more tightly around herself, she walked off, waving to Monday behind her. “After that, I’m watching TV!”
“Sleepover tonight!” Friday said excitedly, putting her arms around the shoulders of her two best friends, Saturday and Thursday. “I’m inviting everyone! There’s gonna be popcorn, and we’ll watch a movie, and we’ll play truth or dare…” she trailed off and giggled. “You guys coming?”
“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it!” Saturday clapped her hands. “I love a good party! I think I’m having one tomorrow, too!”
“I can’t wait,” Thursday said, smiling. She was always waiting for something. It always came in the end, but then another exciting event was planned, and she had to wait more. “And I can’t wait for Saturday’s party, either!”
“You know, you should throw a party one day, Thurs,” Friday suggested excitedly.
“Ha-ha, very funny.”
“I’m serious! I’d come! Have I ever been invited to a party I haven’t gone to?” Friday challenged. Saturday and Thursday didn’t answer. “Exactly.”
“Eh. Maybe,” Thursday shrugged. But her tone of voice said she wasn’t thinking of planning any parties anytime soon.
Tiny for a Day: Tale 1
by Isabel Lindsay, Grade 8
I hadn’t expected to wake up that morning three inches tall.
Believe me, if I had, everything would be different.
I wouldn’t have called Jeremy a giant and prompted the entire hall to laugh at him. I wouldn’t have complained about being so short so often. I wouldn’t have argued with everyone who said, “Seriously, Toni, you’re not even that short.”
They were right, anyway. I wasn’t that short. I learned that the hard way that one day.
Looking back on it now, I was actually really lucky that morning. The night before, I decided to sit on my chair and read for a bit, and ended up falling asleep there. If I had went to bed, and put the covers on, then I might not be here to tell the tale. I’d probably still be trapped under those covers, trying to find a way out, stuck as a three-inch-tall person in my bed forever.
Luckily, though, that didn’t happen. Instead, I woke up laying on a hard, rough-like surface. My eyes blinked open and the first thing I saw was my chair--the chair I had fallen asleep on the night before. Except it was huge. My head snapped up in horror, and that’s when I noticed where I was laying. I was laying on my book. The book I was reading the night before.
Now I was seriously freaked. I got up shakily and read the words under me. Yes, there was no doubt about it--those were the words that I had fallen asleep to. Looking around, I felt like Alice in Wonderland after she ate the mushroom that shrunk her. There was nothing wrong at all with my room, except the fact that it seemed to have swelled in size until it dwarfed me. The only thing that hadn’t changed were the clothes I hadn’t changed out of yesterday. Those still fit comfortably on me.
“Honey? It’s time to get up.” I watched as the door to my room opened and my mom stuck her head in.
My mouth opened in horror. She, too, had grown--not in comparison to my room, but in comparison to me. Slowly the door opened and my mom stepped in, looking around in confusion. That’s when I realized that since I was barely the size of the book page I was standing on, she couldn’t see me.
“Mom! I’m over here!” I yelled. Her face twitched, but didn’t turn. “Mom! MOM!”
“What…?” Mom turned her head as if she had heard the buzzing of a fly.
When her eyes finally landed on me, she let out a shriek that made me cover my ears. “Oh my God! Toni! Baby!”
She took a few steps to reach me, and each seemingly monstrous clunk made the room shake. I trembled and fell over. Holding out her hand, Mom gestured for me to climb in, so I crawled into her palm. She lifted me higher and higher, until we were at eye level.
She stared for what felt like a full year, and gently but nervously asked, “What happened? Why are you so small?”
“Why are you so big?” I retorted. “Why is the room so big? What happened to everyone?”
“Nothing happened to me, sweetie. Nothing happened to your room. You just got very...very...short.”
“But…” I sat down in Mom’s palm, dumbfounded. “How did this happen? Why, of all people, did I get shorter….way shorter?”
“I don’t know, honey.
This was the beginning of a giant day ahead.
I hadn’t expected to wake up that morning three inches tall.
Believe me, if I had, everything would be different.
I wouldn’t have called Jeremy a giant and prompted the entire hall to laugh at him. I wouldn’t have complained about being so short so often. I wouldn’t have argued with everyone who said, “Seriously, Toni, you’re not even that short.”
They were right, anyway. I wasn’t that short. I learned that the hard way that one day.
Looking back on it now, I was actually really lucky that morning. The night before, I decided to sit on my chair and read for a bit, and ended up falling asleep there. If I had went to bed, and put the covers on, then I might not be here to tell the tale. I’d probably still be trapped under those covers, trying to find a way out, stuck as a three-inch-tall person in my bed forever.
Luckily, though, that didn’t happen. Instead, I woke up laying on a hard, rough-like surface. My eyes blinked open and the first thing I saw was my chair--the chair I had fallen asleep on the night before. Except it was huge. My head snapped up in horror, and that’s when I noticed where I was laying. I was laying on my book. The book I was reading the night before.
Now I was seriously freaked. I got up shakily and read the words under me. Yes, there was no doubt about it--those were the words that I had fallen asleep to. Looking around, I felt like Alice in Wonderland after she ate the mushroom that shrunk her. There was nothing wrong at all with my room, except the fact that it seemed to have swelled in size until it dwarfed me. The only thing that hadn’t changed were the clothes I hadn’t changed out of yesterday. Those still fit comfortably on me.
“Honey? It’s time to get up.” I watched as the door to my room opened and my mom stuck her head in.
My mouth opened in horror. She, too, had grown--not in comparison to my room, but in comparison to me. Slowly the door opened and my mom stepped in, looking around in confusion. That’s when I realized that since I was barely the size of the book page I was standing on, she couldn’t see me.
“Mom! I’m over here!” I yelled. Her face twitched, but didn’t turn. “Mom! MOM!”
“What…?” Mom turned her head as if she had heard the buzzing of a fly.
When her eyes finally landed on me, she let out a shriek that made me cover my ears. “Oh my God! Toni! Baby!”
She took a few steps to reach me, and each seemingly monstrous clunk made the room shake. I trembled and fell over. Holding out her hand, Mom gestured for me to climb in, so I crawled into her palm. She lifted me higher and higher, until we were at eye level.
She stared for what felt like a full year, and gently but nervously asked, “What happened? Why are you so small?”
“Why are you so big?” I retorted. “Why is the room so big? What happened to everyone?”
“Nothing happened to me, sweetie. Nothing happened to your room. You just got very...very...short.”
“But…” I sat down in Mom’s palm, dumbfounded. “How did this happen? Why, of all people, did I get shorter….way shorter?”
“I don’t know, honey.
This was the beginning of a giant day ahead.
Tiny for a Day: Tale 2
by Gabrielle Alli, Grade 6
“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do, Aspyn?” my friend Jade asked me as we walked the halls of our boring school. Her blue eyes lock with my brown eyes. “You’re so tall, I have to look up to talk to you, Aspyn!”
“Probably be tiny,” I answered.
Being a tall girl isn’t always the best. Hitting your head on doorways, having people say ‘Wow, you’re pretty tall for a girl.’ But being short seems just as dreadful. Jade is short, and she always has to look up at people and correct people that assume her age. And average is boring, hence the word average. Tiny means being inconspicuous, which is a little hard to do when you tower over most of the people in the room. Tiny means experiencing all the little things, but better and bigger.
That day, I found something in the back of my locker. A little bottle filled with little trinkets and “pixie dust.” I remember that a man approached me on the street and handed it to me, saying how it would grant any wish for three hours if I put some in my hand, said the wish out loud, and blew on it. Cheesy, right? Still, I tried it because I was bored.
I wished to be tiny, and immediately shrunk down to the size of a ladybug. I wanted to scream.
I went to go find Jade, but she could barely hear me when I screamed her name. “I guess I’ll have to do this alone,” I whispered to myself.
I went to go to my locker, and a bunch of people almost trampled me and messed up my essence of perfection. I used them as steps to my locker and did locker-opening yoga. I pulled out a paper clip to accomplish a very important mission; stalking people. Yes, this does sound very sad, but it’s boring to not know things.
I folded out the paperclip’s end just a bit, and used it as a way to hook onto Jade’s leg. She said that this girl named Kim was bothering her, and I wanted to figure out what Kim was doing. I saw an average-height brunette with green eyes pass by Jade and push her.
“Whoa!” I shouted, about to fall quite a distance to the ground.
“Can you please just stop, Kim?” Jade asked. Little pip-squeak me was trying to be all tough on the ground. Kim sneered and stepped over my friend’s petrified body. I hooked onto her and followed her for the rest of the day.
I came up by Kim’s ear in the middle of her math class. “You shouldn’t do what you do to Jade,” I whispered.
She gasped, then muttered, “Who are you?”
I thought for a bit. “Your conscience, girly. You know that you are very, very bad. This could have very, very bad consequences,” I giggled. She was scared out of her mind.
“What do you want me to do?”
Again, I had to think. What did I want to score for Jade?
“You must apologize to Jade. Never mess with her again. I suggest you make her brownies, do her homework for a week, and get her a gift. Do her homework correctly, and the gift should be panda related. Just saying,” I sang.
“Okay, okay. I promise to do everything,” she stuttered. I smiled to myself and giggled evilly.
I turned back to normal size a little while later, and told Jade everything. Kim came running up to us.
“I’m so sorry Jade. For everything. What’s your homework? I can do it for you. Also, expect some gifts tomorrow. Okay, bye,” she breathed.
She looked so ashamed of herself, as she should be.
Being tiny wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, but it did help me make my friend happy. And if my friend is happy, I am happy. It’s okay to be tall, because there are much, much worse things that could be. Like not having your friends there by your side when you need them most.
“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do, Aspyn?” my friend Jade asked me as we walked the halls of our boring school. Her blue eyes lock with my brown eyes. “You’re so tall, I have to look up to talk to you, Aspyn!”
“Probably be tiny,” I answered.
Being a tall girl isn’t always the best. Hitting your head on doorways, having people say ‘Wow, you’re pretty tall for a girl.’ But being short seems just as dreadful. Jade is short, and she always has to look up at people and correct people that assume her age. And average is boring, hence the word average. Tiny means being inconspicuous, which is a little hard to do when you tower over most of the people in the room. Tiny means experiencing all the little things, but better and bigger.
That day, I found something in the back of my locker. A little bottle filled with little trinkets and “pixie dust.” I remember that a man approached me on the street and handed it to me, saying how it would grant any wish for three hours if I put some in my hand, said the wish out loud, and blew on it. Cheesy, right? Still, I tried it because I was bored.
I wished to be tiny, and immediately shrunk down to the size of a ladybug. I wanted to scream.
I went to go find Jade, but she could barely hear me when I screamed her name. “I guess I’ll have to do this alone,” I whispered to myself.
I went to go to my locker, and a bunch of people almost trampled me and messed up my essence of perfection. I used them as steps to my locker and did locker-opening yoga. I pulled out a paper clip to accomplish a very important mission; stalking people. Yes, this does sound very sad, but it’s boring to not know things.
I folded out the paperclip’s end just a bit, and used it as a way to hook onto Jade’s leg. She said that this girl named Kim was bothering her, and I wanted to figure out what Kim was doing. I saw an average-height brunette with green eyes pass by Jade and push her.
“Whoa!” I shouted, about to fall quite a distance to the ground.
“Can you please just stop, Kim?” Jade asked. Little pip-squeak me was trying to be all tough on the ground. Kim sneered and stepped over my friend’s petrified body. I hooked onto her and followed her for the rest of the day.
I came up by Kim’s ear in the middle of her math class. “You shouldn’t do what you do to Jade,” I whispered.
She gasped, then muttered, “Who are you?”
I thought for a bit. “Your conscience, girly. You know that you are very, very bad. This could have very, very bad consequences,” I giggled. She was scared out of her mind.
“What do you want me to do?”
Again, I had to think. What did I want to score for Jade?
“You must apologize to Jade. Never mess with her again. I suggest you make her brownies, do her homework for a week, and get her a gift. Do her homework correctly, and the gift should be panda related. Just saying,” I sang.
“Okay, okay. I promise to do everything,” she stuttered. I smiled to myself and giggled evilly.
I turned back to normal size a little while later, and told Jade everything. Kim came running up to us.
“I’m so sorry Jade. For everything. What’s your homework? I can do it for you. Also, expect some gifts tomorrow. Okay, bye,” she breathed.
She looked so ashamed of herself, as she should be.
Being tiny wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, but it did help me make my friend happy. And if my friend is happy, I am happy. It’s okay to be tall, because there are much, much worse things that could be. Like not having your friends there by your side when you need them most.