My imagination is something that I cherish dearly and I will continue to nourish it forever. I've always been inclined to recite stories and to write.I still remember the very first piece of written work I produced.I was in second grade and my teacher gave a creative assignment for homework.We had to write a story and make a book with illustrations;which would be read in front of our parents.I was so excited,I did it that same night...even though we had an entire week to finish it.When the time came to present it I was so nervous I couldn't even look up from my book.My lips were doing this weird involuntary twitching thing as I read.I only gave my audience .34342 of a second to see my illustrations before I turned the page.The silence in the room boiled down to a hum.When I read the last page...THE END! I got a standing ovation with the applause.That was my initiation into scribbler-dom.I knew despite any accomplishments,aspirations,or inconveniences in my life...I would always be a writer.
The Haunted House by Krystal M. circa 1993
Once upon a time there was a boy.
Everyday on his way to school he walked past a haunted house...really fast.
One day on his way home...
the boy decided to look at the house.
When he looked up at the window...
there was a ghost!!
The ghost said BOO!!!
The boy ran.
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