Kinsley Stoodley

“The end?” by Kinsley Stoodley

Submitted to Contest #245

       It has been 42 days since the beginning of the end of the world.             Well, that’ s what everyone says. I should really say, it’s been 42 days since the sun disappeared. And 34 days since my parents left.              They were supposed to be gone three days.              “We’ll be back soon,” they pro...

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“The Holiday Crazies” by Kinsley Stoodley

Submitted to Contest #173

The smell of a mall is a mixture of stuffy air and French fries from the food court. It didn’t smell half bad in the store, because we were in between one of the entrances and the food court, which meant the stuffy air was almost all let outside every time the doors opened, which resulted in the smell mostly just being French fries. Of course, there was the occasional day where no one bought French fries and th...

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“Redemption” by Kinsley Stoodley

Submitted to Contest #158

Emily gently placed her foot on the brake pedal as she approached the red light. She made sure she was completely stopped before she got too close to the white line. Emily, impatient as usual, started tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.   “La, la, la...” she looked around boredly. Across the street a man struggled to lift his bag of flour into the trunk of...

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“Volunteering” by Kinsley Stoodley

Submitted to Contest #147

“Good morning, Bridgeview High School! And what a fine morning it is!” Mrs. Garcia’s much-too-chipper-for-eight-in-the-morning voice rang throughout the whole building. It reminded Mia Scott of the hosts on Wake-Up San Fransisco, from the show Full House. “Well, first off, I’d just like to say a big congratulations to the Varsity girls’ volleyball team for their first place finish this season!” A few people in the class...

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“The Film Flop” by Kinsley Stoodley

Submitted to Contest #144

“Hey, check this out!” Sofia shouted abruptly from right beside me. I carefully placed the glass vase in my hands on a shelf filled with some of this and some of that. Upon turning around, I saw a long, shiny strip of grey, with holes evenly spaced along the top and bottom.   “What is that?” I had never seen anything like it before.   “It’s an old roll of film,” she replied confidently. “We have some at ...

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“Not a Normal Librarian” by Kinsley Stoodley

People say I’m a strange kid. They also say I have no social life, but I find all my friends in the books at the public library on Maple Street. No one has ever actually said any of these things to my face, but I hear things. I hear lots of things. Like last week, when the cafeteria ran out of cucumbers for lunch, they cut up zucchinis and said that they were cucumbers. Or like how my older brother failed his math test ...

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“The Critic Catastrophe” by Kinsley Stoodley

Submitted to Contest #141

“One star? One star! One star?!” I shout, probably too loud, but right now, I don’t care. Anger is welling up inside me as I look at the newspaper in front of me.  “Hey Grace! What’s up?” Willow asks me as she walks up the pathway to our front porch.   “One star. One. Star. Who do they think they are?”   “Okay...” She shoots me a questioning look. “Are you okay?”   “Do I look okay to yo...

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