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Write about a character making fall decorations out of construction paper.

Posted in Kids on Jun 26, 2021

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✍️ 45 stories

The Wind Whispered Back

Shortlisted for Contest #63 ⭐️

“Aria?” Mrs. Moore called out in her friendliest sing-song voice. “Aria, can you unmute yourself and tell us what you’re thankful for today?”Aria hid in the corner of her screen so that one eye disappeared out the side of her box on the computer screen. Twenty-four popsicle sticks. There were twenty four sticks in Mrs. Moore’s jar that she used to call on students. Usually Aria could hide inside that jar. Aria had become an expert at hiding. Not today. “Come on, honey,” the teacher coaxed. “We want to see what your leaf says.”Aria held ...

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A Second Chance

Submitted to Contest #63

A Second Chance By: Haripriya I was bored. I mean, there was NOTHING to do. Sure, it was Autumn at all, but it was cold outside! There was nothing to play with, other than leaves, and leaves, and leaves, and... well you get the idea, don’t you? I don’t really get why people make such a big fuss about fall, and how pretty it looks. I don’t see the beauty. All I see is a bunch of leaves in the front yard, which means so much raking to do, that’s all. Many people say that the leaves look pretty, but so what if they are red, ...

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Her Boyz

Submitted to Contest #63

My name is Selina Chan and I’m a mother of two boys. My oldest boy, Jamal, is a ten-year-old who loves to play basketball and video games with his dad. My oldest boy looks more like his handsome father and my youngest boy, Isaiah, looks more like his mom. My youngest boy has his mom’s high cheekbones and her small chin. He’s six years old and he loves to collect superhero comic books, especially Spider-Man comics. Yesterday was nice. My husband was at work, and I was at home with the boys making scarecrow decorations out of construction...

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It's the little things

Submitted to Contest #63

Making decorations out of construction paper is something that we all have done at some point in our childhood – either during playschool or at church or Vacation Bible School or at school. I can’t even count how many paper turkeys, paper Christmas trees or paper Easter eggs that my parents’ refrigerator held over the years. I flunked cutting in kindergarten … so my lines weren’t always straight. So, why in the world, am I, Shay Dawson, trauma fellow at Atlanta Memorial Hospital, sitting in the doctor’s lounge cutting out shapes with con...

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Halloween Confetti

Submitted to Contest #63

The school bell rang, loud bell tolls pierced my ears and my hands moved to cover them from the horrid sound. School children jumped from their seats rushing out the door eager to get home to a warm cup of apple cider. I stood up collecting my papers from the day and shoving them in a weathered purple backpack that had belonged to my mother, I zipped it up trying to be as slow as possible so that I would be the only one left in the classroom. I slung my backpack on my shoulder and walked up to the teacher. “Yes?” She asked pausing briefly to...

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Cut Out

Submitted to Contest #63

“Alright, students! Today, we’re making…” Mrs. Carlson smiles, leaning forward, sitting at the edge of her tall wooden reading chair. The students gaze at her in excitement.“...pumpkins!”The students cheer, giggling and laughing and clapping. Henry claps along with them, grinning.“Alright, come along; get some paper. And you’ll each need some scissors, too…”Mrs. Carlson ushers the students to the craft table in the center of the classroom, topped with hundreds of pieces of construction paper of all different colors and a bucket of small (and...

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A Jack O Lantern With A White Beard!

Submitted to Contest #63

(Write about a character making fall decorations out of construction paper.)Sally sat at her desk, her elbows firmly set so her chin could rest on her balled up fists. She was annoyed enough she was almost angry but Sally wasn’t supposed to get that kind of angry. Her dad always told her that anger can be very destructive unless it is anger over a just cause, like someone pulling a dogs ears, stuff like that. Her parents tolerated very little anger in their home. Everyone talked about fairness and kindness and being good ...

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Decorative Dog Food

Submitted to Contest #63

“Victoria said she didn’t want a pumpkin-themed toothbrush cup holder,” Molly, eight-years old, said in a disappointed tone to her mother. “Well I want one,” said her mom. “And dad will want one too.” Mom tried to cheer her up. Molly had become the crafting queen in the Dyson family. Her parents, Tara and Mark, had arranged a crafting desk for Molly. The desk now had items spilling onto the floor. Tara could walk anywhere in the house and find remnants of Molly’s craft projects – tiny, torn pieces of construction paper in every color...

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Under the Surface

Submitted to Contest #63

*this story contains an easter egg from previous stories*Alaina! Enough already! If I hear one more word about the Surface, you’re grounded! Now please, decontaminate.” My mother shouted. “Mama I just want to see what it’s like. We’re learning about it in school, and I’ve been in the oxygen pods my whole life, don’t you think it’s possible the Surface has clean air by now?” My mother put her fingers to her temples and rubbed in a circular motion. “Alaina your whole life is ten years. In the grand scheme of things, that’s not long at all. We ...

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Gemma's Creations

Submitted to Contest #63

Gemma ran to the kitchen. Her mom was cooking dinner. "Can I have some colored paper?" She asked her momma. "Do you mean construction paper, Gemma?"She looked at Gemma. " I have some.""Yes. I think. If that's what we use at school." Gemma wasn't completely sure about that.Her mom chuckled, "it is. There's some in my art box, I will get some out for you, but after we eat dinner. You can make whatever you want.""Ok, momma. Then let me help you cook dinnner." Gemma drug the heavy step stool over to the counter by her mom. "What are you mak...

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Different

Submitted to Contest #63

With each fold into the heavy brown, orange, and red paper, a minute of Jamie Colston’s was avenged, though this narrative seemed to be trapped in her own mind. She sat on the floor of her dingy apartment, sick yellow light leering at her through disheveled drapes, making paper turkeys and maple leaves. Her skeletal frame was topped with ragged clothes, so thin her backbone showed through her shirt. However, the most troubling aspect of her appearance was her face, on which was plastered a tight, toothy smile which was painful to look at. He...

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All the Colored Leaves

Submitted to Contest #63

Trouble. It was a word that followed me from birth. That echoed in the halls of school. That seemed to exude from my dark black skin and the way kids would look at me like I were an enigma. A problem. Trouble. It was the inexorable weight placed on a young black girl’s shoulders by a society of expectations. A Georgetown study calls this the adultifaction of young black girls finding that “girls as young as 5 need less protection and nurturing than their white peers” which itself is linked to higher standards and harsher treatment. In a ...

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Something in the Air

Submitted to Contest #63

Marlow and Mommy were busy. Fall was in the air, Mommy said, and they had lots to do to get ready. They’d picked all the apples off their only tree. Daddy had to hold Marlow on his shoulders to reach the highest ones. Marlow stood on the stool in the kitchen and washed them. Then Mommy had peeled them and cut the core out with all the tiny, brown seeds. Then she even let him use the sharp knife to cut them. They had divided them up into bags and put them in the freezer. Now Marlow and Mommy were cutting leaves out of construction paper to ...

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To Name a Goat

Submitted to Contest #63

I like to cut along the dotted line. That’s what I like to do. Of course, you’re welcome to cut in any way you see fit. I believe that’s up to you. You can--If you want to go all outside the box with it, that’s fine. I don’t mind that at all. Who am I to mind? I’m a big nobody-at-all, that’s who I am. I like to cut out little dogs and cats for posting all over the classroom. The kids love dogs and cats. I like to let them name the dogs and cats once they’re thumb-tacked to the walls. It’s a little ceremony we do, the kids and me, namin...

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Paper Heart

Submitted to Contest #63

There is a child making construction paper decorations for the fall. She has long, medium brown hair. Her hair is caught back high on her head, carefully, neatly. It is gathered in a pony tail held with a barrette held in place with plastic teeth above and a rubber band below. There are perfect, even braids on each side of her head that are gathered skillfully in with the pony tail. Because the girl is barely eight years old, if that, the hair style must be the work of a mother. Perhaps a mother with old-fashioned ideas about how to do ...

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