Violent waves swirled and crashed upon the jagged rocks. I flailed my arms and legs, desperate to grab hold of something and pull my head above the surface of the water. A wave crashed over my head and pushed me into another rock. I let out a garbled scream…
It’s about to get dark and twisted up in here. That’s the life Charity Blake lives in the newest addition to the REUTS collection—THE HARPY, by the lovely Julie Hutchings. In this incredibly moving and imaginative tale, Julie brings the mythology of the harpy to life in a way…
A wish can come in many forms: from a person’s fear, desire, greed, or the willingness to help others. But, the wishes which come from the heart are the strongest and easiest to grant.
I wasn’t a typical person to grant a wish, far from it. Not many people knew…
I probably should have kicked Monkey out of my study the instant I found him. After all, the last time I saw him, he’d tricked me into granting him immortality. Never let a lower primate see your books. Nor for a second did I believe he cared about Miao…
“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it.
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together … all things connect.”
{Chief Seattle}
End of May, lots to say. Even though it’s not officially Summer yet, we’ve decided to…
Aleksei Volkov
Creative Writing Class
Ms. Pasternack, Period 2
MY FAMILY HISTORY
Thirteen years ago, the only exciting thing to ever happen to Ana and Felix Volkov did. I was born, screeching and howling according to my great-aunt Inga, who I don’t like because her fur is like rusted wire that always scratches…
The sun hung high in the sky, pressing beads of sweat from my brow. If only I had a hat to shield myself from the oppressive heat, perhaps I would be more productive. If I was more productive, I could earn two handfuls of rice instead of only one….
Ra’s words were a constant reminder, echoing again and again on his mind. Khnum, god of creation, shook his ram head, as if nodding to himself, and typed on the metallic keyboard.
“Humans destroyed themselves once more. We need them to survive. Make them Khnum. We know you can.”
His laboratory…
The blood and ichor traveled up his forearms, leaving dull crimson streaks across his hands. The swollen organ in which he sought did not wish to leave its home, but he continued to slice through the hardened arteries and veins. With one final cut, he severed the remaining artery,…
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat,
known suffering, known struggle, known loss,
and have found their way out of those depths.
{Elisabeth Kubler-Ross}
Today we’re bringing to you a few new things on our #PressReleaseThursday, and they’re all packaged into one lovely new title. If you’ve…