The Literings

From Out of the Dungeon IV

His name is Dr. Rigs. For countless years we have supplied him with money, research and tools for his project. We have supplied him with all the new age technology, not knowing his real intentions. We thought it was a project to better mankind, but in the end we were wrong. He has gotten too powerful now. Nobody can stop him, not the police, not even the military. It is all hopeless, there is no use in trying to stop him, and he has become too powerful, but wait, there is still one chance to stop him, one last hope for the human race. It all lies in the hands of...

This is the fourth submission for The Litering's On-Going Short Story. It was submitted by a student in Mrs. Hall's eight grade English class. Any constructive criticism is welcolmed. To read the story in its entirety or to learn more about it, click here. To submit your own paragraph, email literings@yahoo.com

From Out of the Dungeon III

Of course, it all fits together now. His plan has succeeded. He used my camaraderie, and Salandra at the last figured it out, but now I lay forgotten in this place, and she in confinement. The government thought that all who could have killed our leader were gone, but my old friend is still out there, and he will strike again. He killed our leader, and my family, but how will we ever stop what cannot be seen, that which cannot be killed ? Now I know that the project was evil, and with the technology we have so carelessly supplied him, he cannot be stopped.

This is the second submission for The Litering's On-Going Short Story. It was submitted by a student in Mrs. Hall's eight grade English class. Any constructive criticism is welcolmed. To read the story in its entirety or to learn more about it, click here. To submit your own paragraph, email literings@yahoo.com

So Much More

Shes so hurt
Shes so terrified
Shes so lost
And theres always tears in her eyes

Whenever I look at her all I can see is the pain
I just want her to know she dosn't have to feel this way

Theres just so much more to live for
Theres so much left in her life
Isn't there something that I could do for her
Isn't ther more that I could try

She needs to get away from this world
and all the evil in her life

She needs to know Lord that your there
She needs to know how much you care

So don't give up know we need you
Look how far you've come already
Forget those things that trouble you
Just let me know and I'll, I'll be waiting

"So Much More" was submitted by a student in Mrs. Hall's eighth grade English class. Any constructive criticism is welcolmed. To submit your own poem, email literings@yahoo.com

From Out of the Dungeon II

This is the second submission for The Litering's On-Going Short Story. To read the story in its entirety or to learn more about it, click here.

Salandra, her voice wrung in the back of my head, so beautiful and flowing, and yet so malevolently and skillfully evil. Salandra, oh Salandra why did I have to fall for her plan? How foolish could I have been? But wait, the scheme wasn’t only in her hands. Now it is coming back to me! There was some one else in that forsaken hallway!

This paragraph was submitted by a student in Mrs. Hall's eighth grade English class. Any constructive criticism is welcolmed. To submit your own paragraph, email literings@yahoo.com

Whispers

"Whispers" is an original poem by a student in Mrs. Hall's eight grade english class. Any comments, suggestions, insights, or praises you might share would be greatly appreciated.

God's Love

God's love is like the falling of rain.
Without it, you'll never be the same.
Things need it to grow,
In faith alike.
You need it in the day,
And in the darkness of night.

"God's Love" is an original poem by a student in Mrs. Hall's eight grade english class. Any comments, suggestions, insights, or praises you might share would be greatly appreciated.

when the lights went out

if in the dark of night you hear a scream
remember things may not be as they seem

so if in that hour a scream you hear
it may be your own- darkness is near.....

"when the lights went out" is an original poem by a student in Mrs. Hall's eight grade english class. Any comments, suggestions, insights, or praises you might share would be greatly appreciated.

From out of the Dungeon

This is the first submission for The Litering's On-Going Short Story. To learn more about it, click here.

It was a dark and stormy night, I could tell by the thunder and sound of rain from the dungeon. It all happened so fast, "Exactly how did I get stuck here?" I kept on wondering to myself. Everything seemed like a blur. It all started with a woman named Salandra.

This paragraph was submitted by a student in Mrs. Hall's eighth grade English class. Any constructive criticism is welcolmed. To submit your own paragraph, email literings@yahoo.com