By Christopher Shaw - Grade 7 The house was always quiet, concealed in stillness so heavy that even the clock hesitated to click. Margaret sat by her window, staring out at the beauty of nature as it once was. She held her hand close to her lap, her fingers curled like withering flowers, silently crying in despair and pleading for help. Outside, the world continued moving, oblivious of the anguish and pain she was holding onto.  She couldn't remember the last time she spoke

By Richelle Doyle  - Grade 7 A food truck turned sharply around the corner, speeding toward the crosswalk where youthful Timothy skipped blissfully across. He froze mid-step, instinctively afraid the truck wouldn’t stop. Falling to his knees, he bruised them badly, curling into himself, eyes squeezed shut. The monitors later beeped loudly, echoing through the spacious hospital room, where Timothy’s parents sat frozen in fear. Dr. Elias entered, gripping a clipboard in one h

It was a cold night, the wind blowing against these two friends' faces. The tree leaves were swaying against the wind, howling as the air passed against the leaf's smooth surface. They were walking, with the sun facing behind them, nearly close to sunset. Cars rushed by, brushing them with another force of wind. It was slow and peaceful, the serene day was a beautiful sight to behold. A few meters in front of them was a gas station. Mark and Jack were both happy that day, bei