Stories about Submitted Stories.
Submitted by: Holly Somrak, on: June 21st, 2013
The truck pulled over to fill up with fuel, so I hopped out of the boat on the trailer unseen when the driver went into the station. The streetlights were on so I could make out where to hide in the shadows. Where could I sleep tonight? A warm glow came from around the corner. After the truck pulled away, I stealthily made my way through the night towards the light…and there it was! Huge and fearsome, the green statue was bigger than the truck I’d just hopped out of. The beast was crouched on all fours, with a spiny backbone and 2 sharp horns glowing in the night. Pointy fangs lined a huge animal grin…glowing red eyes. It was the mythical beast of northern Wisconsin’s woods…for real! No one would bother me here. I crawled beneath the massive belly and unrolled my sleeping bag in the shadow. Ah-h-h, protected by the holy HODAG of Rhinelander till morning light.
Rhinelander, WI is located in north central Wisconsin. An early enterprising pioneer (Gene Shepard) and trickster of the town claimed to have discovered a fierce beast in the northwoods, trapped it, charged people to "see it" ---don't get too close!-- and fooled the nation for a brief while. It is our town's mascot. The statue in my story is real...gracing the grounds of our Chamber of Commerce building as one enters the town. Our library is using "small as an elephant" as our book club book for June for 5-6th graders. GREAT!
Submitted by: Samuel Aguirre, on: June 6th, 2013
I’m sorry for that argument we had last night. I didn’t mean anything I said to you. I wish I could take back everything I said to you that were mean. If you could give me another chance to be good friends with each other, that would be wonderful. We can do things we both want. Right now I am in Maine figuring out what to do next. Please don’t get mad at me because I had stolen a bike, a helmet, and a toy elephant along with some snacks. My phone had broken and also broken my pinkie finger is broken too. If you had watched the news, I’m being searched for. I hadn’t eaten in a while. I am at Sears port at a church. If you except my apology that would be great.
I miss you,
Submitted by: Abby, on: June 6th, 2013
Where are you? I’ve been looking for you for what seems like a year. I am sorry for yelling at you in the car. Can we just start the trip over? There are so many things we could do here. I was really looking forwrd to sleeping under the stars. We could also eat the snapping hot dogs. I saw a quire here so mabe we can listen to them. I really miss you.
Submitted by: carson baker, on: June 6th, 2013
letter to mom from jack
Its jack Where are you?I’m still in main wondering the streets,if your wondering. Why did you leave me? oing I know we fought but that doesn’t give you the reason to, leave me and go to the Bahoma’s? Come back! I’m starving and thursty. I want to go home to jamaca plain. I have been to bar harbor. I’m going to try to go see lydia at york town. Its going to be a long trip there but im going to try. In bar harbor i saw this cool elephent and i wanted it to buy it but i didn’t have enough money so i stole it. Then i went to a barn and slep there but the next morning i new there had to be a garden so i looked around and i found it and i and i ate a bright red tamato. But when i turned around there was a lady and she said that i cant just come in here and eat my fruit. But she said if i take a bucket of fruits to the homeless shelter i can i can have some fruit. Right now i am on my way to see lydia. I really hope you come back for me.
Submitted by: Abby, on: June 6th, 2013
Small as an Elephant
“Wher is she?” Jack thought. Jack was alone at the baseball stadium in San Diego. It was 9:00 when Jack realized that his mom was gone. When everyone was watching the baseball game, Jack left the game. “Where ya going kid?” The secuity guard asked. “My mom told me to get something from the car.” Jack said fibbing. Jack quickly ran out of the guard’s sight. Jack went to the car and found it missing. In it’s place was a plastic baby elephant. “That’s it!” Jack thought. His mom was at the Zoo visiting the elephants. Finally, after running for what seemed like an hour, Jack arrived at San Diego’s Zoo. There his mom was. Jack ran and hugged her. “Surprise!” Jack’s mom said handing him a collection of elephants. Jack was so happy. That was the best day of Jack’s life.
Submitted by: Jordan James, on: June 6th, 2013
Jack Martel was only 10 years old when his mother and father had been killed in a plane crash. Being the only survivor, Jack had to learn how to survive on his own in Acadia National Park. After a solid week of hiding, Jack began to find powers hidden beneath his skin. Scars burned into his forehead, marks appeared on his chest. What did any of this mean. Who or what is Jack Martel. Will he ever discover his origin. Find out, in Hidden Secrets
Submitted by: Hayden Lamson, on: October 24th, 2012
Jack is 10 years old and his mom died in a car accident. His dad went on a business trip and he didn't have enough money, so he couldn't take Jack. Then his dad called him up the next day and said he had to stay. He told him to call his uncle. He did and he had to live with him the rest of his life. When he got there it wasn't pretty. The furniture was stained and dirty.
His life was terrible because once his uncle saw him, he said, "Hey there, get to work! I need some milk from the cows I have no more."
Submitted by: Elise Fong, on: October 24th, 2012
What to Expect
Jack was a thin, swift sort of figure. Brown hair that hung over his left eye. Bony cheeks and a long, swan-like neck. Unsocial, but happy like that. His one friend, Asher, had moved across the ocean just last year. In school, Jack would sit at the back of the classroom, and not raise his hand even when he knew the answer. He did this so not to make a fool of himself. He had learned his lesson in the beginning of the year, when the teacher had asked if someone could read a line from the history notebook. Jack had raised his hand eagerly and answered, "We the people. The big man said and he said the, um, coach and looked at the is land."
"No Jack." teacher had said. "you mean couch. And island." the whole class had howled with laughter, as Jack sunk into his seat and hid his red face in the book.
That's why Jack was glad when the last day of school had come at last. He had ran home and knocked on the door.
Jack flung open the door and searched the house for his mother. And empty beer bottle lay on the countertop. Oh boy. Jack thought. Moms drinking again. I wonder where she's gone! He ran out the door and looked in the OceanHow lane general store, moms favorite shop in all of OceanHow.
No luck. Jack knew where to look next. Across the pond to the OceanHow flea market. Jack had never crossed the pond alone before. But he knew his mother had to be there, if not farther.
"Hey kid, wheres your mom?" someone asked as Jack took the three steps up the bus. Jack. Ignored him and continued down the aisle. He sat in a seat at the back, and stared out the window.
OceanHow lane is a calm town, right on the edge of new York. General Hinson Howe founded it in 1934. People there enjoy the flea market, and George w. arcade.
Submitted by: Christopher Udal, on: April 6th, 2012
Cold Willimantic Night
Jack was lost, far away from his grandmother, far away from anything he could truly call home.
Willimantic is a funny little town, he thought to himself as he walked down Main Street, guided by streetlights and the yellow blinking traffic lights. What other town has frogs on a bridge? But he knew he had bigger problems than stone amphibians. He needed something to satisfy his hollow belly and a place to spend the night. All the little shops and cafes were closed, and there was not a B&B or a hotel for miles.
He sat down on a bench across from the frog bridge, shivering in the New England cold. His thin sweater did nothing against the piercing winds and his hat barely covered his ears, which felt like ice cubes.
He lay down, hugging himself trying to keep warm. There was no noise to be heard anywhere, nor was there anything to be seen. He lay there, bored, cold, and hungry until someone tapped his shoulder. He jumped up and yelled, but what he saw was simply a man wearing layers upon layers of tattered clothing and who had a scruffy beard.
"Kid," the man said in a low voice, "What are you doing out in this weather? And this late at night. you should be with your family."
But truth was, Jack didn't know where his family was. his mom had long since disappeared and he had lost his grandmother. He was all alone.
"I don't know where they are."
The man looked at Jack with compassion and understanding, as if he had once been in Jack's situation. "Come with me," the man said, walking around the bench and across the street, with Jack hurrying to keep up with him. They made their way to a small set of stone stairs that took them to a road behind Main Street. Jack could hear the river from where they were walking. But where were they walking to?
Soon, they were under the bridge and that's when jack saw where they were headed. Around the end of the bridge, following the river, were tents and small fires and people, like a tiny community, all together. Jack thought it was strange that they lived next to a river, but where do you go when you have nowhere else to go?
The people did not stare at him as he approached with the man in layers, but soon accepted him. They gave him heavier clothes to wear, a plate of hot rice, and some coffee, which was nothing more than hot watered down coffee. Though Jack didn't appreciate the taste of the coffee, he was in no position to argue with warm food and generosity.
"Where is your family?" One woman asked him, while snuggling up to the small flames that had once cooked their meal.
"I don't know. I lost my grandmother a while ago. I didn't know where to look or where to go."
"You will find her. Do not worry. but for now, bedtime."
She got up and took him to a spare tent with a warn out mattress and a sleeping bag.
"This is my tent, but you can have it tonight."
"Thank you," Jack said. And he curled up and slept the chilly night away.
Submitted by: Nicole, on: April 6th, 2012
One little town
Jack was on the move he took a different then he planned. as he walked he entered the town of tomahawk he visited lots of weird shops. He also went to a petting zoo and saw lots of animals he met some friends along the way. As he walked out of the small town he thought that town was mention for me. He relized that the town made him take his mind off all the things that happened to him that week. The next day he started walking again he just kept on walking when he finally reached the place he had been looking for and was so happy he started crying. He knew there was something that made the town great! The end
Tomahawk is where my grandma lives and I visit there a lot that is where I finished reading as small as a elephant and I loved it please write another jack book like that one thank you