Week 13: Mystery stories
Life, the true mystery
By Ryley MacKay
Renaissance School, Grade 4
Lives. Filled with tears.
Imagine. An empty heart.
Life. A miracle.
You are lucky. You have life.
People. Dying in the world.
Secrets. The secret of life.
A mystery. Waiting upon us.
Life.
The mystery dream
By Zak Harvey
Castleton Village School, Grade 7
What, were, when, and who? I asked myself as the police came flying down to the pier and boarded one of the many barges docked there. The warehouses had a dark foreboding sense around them, casting shadows on the street.
I had seen the whole crime scene unfold that night from my apartment window. As my mother called me to bed I saw a burglar jump into an old van and speed down the road. He was carrying a strange box and had emerged from the barge called the Drake. I knew the barge's name due to the insignia on its side.
Alarms quickly sounded which called the police. I said to myself 'I wish I could help the police in catching this thief.' I stuffed animals into my bed, so my mom wouldn't notice and set out to find a clue.
I found a jar of jelly, grape to be specific. I found a piece of a black tux, and a box with Vermeer's Bakery on it. I read the tattered script and set out to Vermeer's at 143 Nautical Drive.
When I got there, I saw a dark shadow shift inside the bakery. I quietly snuck in and tried to close the door without noise, but it was old -- it creaked!
A man came up behind me. I am almost positive it was the burglar. My scream rang out through the night.
Suddenly, I shot awake in my bed; my mom came rushing in.
"Calvin are you OK?" she wondered.
"Oh it was a dream all along," I thought.
"Calvin?" my mom asked again.
"Oh yeah, mom, just a dream just a dream." I reassured her.
And I fell back asleep oblivious to the night happenings and noises, all of which are all best left alone by a 7-year-old kid.