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Young Writers in Action: A Fresh Start

by Analia, 10, USA

Backpack photo by Luis Quintero on pexels comThe bell rang, setting the hallways into chaos. Left and right kids raced past me in an attempt to get to class while I awkwardly stood there, confused. I patiently and nervously waited as the hallways cleared up. Now, I was the only one. Chatter rose from inside the classrooms around me but I was too scared to move. This was my first time transferring schools, and I was in the middle of 6th grade. The middle of the school year is always the worst time to transfer but it’s when my parents wanted me to take the step. There was nothing wrong with my other school. Normal class, normal teachers, normal lunch. The only thing was that it was an hour away. Now I understand why my parents wanted me to transfer but they could’ve waited 5 months. Then, I would’ve moved to another school like normal for middle school. My parents think it’ll be a fun experiment. I don’t agree.

“Excuse me, I don’t believe we’ve met,” a voice sounded from behind me. I turned to face a thin, tan man with a snappy suit on and a Starbucks coffee in one hand.

“Sorry, sir. I’m Lola. Lola Sanchez. This is my first day here and I was a little confused about where my class was. Can you help me find room 554?”

The man smiled, “Ah, as principal, you know these hallways like the back of your hand. Mr Johnson’s your teacher for this year. Just take a right up at that hallway then it’s the first door to your left,” the man explained as he gestured with his hands.

“Principal? I’m so sorry for wasting your time. I’m sure you have a bunch of important work to do. Thanks for the directions. Bye!”

Whipping the wooden door open, the classroom of 554 danced around me. The paneled walls didn’t have a speck of dust on them and I felt like I was floating on the newly mopped tiled floor.

Kids snickered as I nervously placed myself in an empty seat. Mr Johnson, who was wearing a suit like the principal, had curly blond hair and piercing jade eyes.

Mr Johnson barked, “Have a seat! You’re late!”

Mr Johnson continued to criticize other kids as I seated myself. Then, finally, he began teaching us. My head was in another place, though. My other school. It didn’t have the best principal but it had special kids. My friends. The stress of starting over was nothing compared to the feeling of not having any friends at a new school. No one to support you, just yourself. Sometimes, that isn’t enough.

After school that day, I walked over to Central Park where I spotted a bench to drown myself in music as I waited for the bus to pull up. When it arrived, I took off the headphones and climbed on. Staring at my phone, texts sprung out multiple times from my friends. They all wanted to know how my first day at the new school was. I didn’t think they would understand. At one point, they tried doing a group call. I ignored that, too. I looked my problem right in the eye, but not the solution. I thought seeing them would remind me too much of the life I left behind. What I would give to go back there again. I’m stuck in this school, now.


The next week as I trudged up the stairs to Mr Johnson’s class, something caught my eye. In a corner of the hall, a girl with shoulder-length blond hair was crouching down, trying to hide. I walked over to the corner and studied her face. It was the same face as mine, last week when I arrived. The same face of misery, confusion, and defeat.

“Hiding won’t help.”

The girl lifted her head so I could see her swollen crimson eyes.

“How would you know?”

Calmly I answered, “ I know because I came here last week and I tried to hide. People here don’t let you. What’s your name?”

“Jamie Hunter. What’s your name?”

“Lola Sanchez. Nice to meet you, Jamie. Do you want to team up so you and I can defeat middle school?”

A smile crept onto Jamie’s face, “Why not?”

I grinned as well, “We’ll make it into a game. Level 1: Surviving your teachers – especially Mr Johnson.”


This is Analia’s second publication at Alphabet Soup. You can read her earlier work here. To send us YOUR story, poem, artwork or book review, check out our submission guidelines

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Young writers in action: The attack

by Analia Rivera, 10, USA

It was 8 pm. Attack time! In the morning, they just made noise, but at night they come to terrorize the house or anybody who dared to come too close. As we drove into the driveway, the cicadas bounced off the muddy CRV. We were trapped; there was no escape. If we got out, they would swarm. None of us were brave enough for them. We spent a half-hour trying to figure it out. Then, my dad got impatient and fled, slamming the car door. Approaching the house’s side door, he fumbled with the key in the inky darkness but couldn’t place the key in the lock. My sister shined the light from her phone to help. BIG MISTAKE! The cicadas were attracted to light and instantly made my dad their target. He screamed in terror as they attacked him. Pulling the door open, he lunged in and then closed it, leaving us still trapped in the car. We debated for another half hour on what to do. Then, a light flickered on outside at the other side of the house. We waited, hoping the cicadas would be attracted to it. Then it flickered off and was replaced by a light right where we were.

“Turn off the light! Turn off the light!”

My dad couldn’t hear us, but eventually, he did turn off the light. The darkness comforted us as we waited for the cicadas to evacuate our escape route. I was starting to get restless, and so was my sister and my mum. We decided to be quick and move. My sister, Indi, and I were right next to the unlocked door, but my mum was on the other side. We let her get out first and waited until she got to the back of the car. Indi and I opened our doors, joining my mum. Indi made a run for the door and was followed by my mum. I trailed behind, getting shoved left and right by Indi and my mum. The unpleasant sound of cicadas buzzed in my ear, and I could feel them attacking me. Indi and my mom were already in the doorway, and the wooden door started to close in front of my chestnut eyes.


Sprinting into the doorway, I heaved a sigh of relief. We had won the battle, but the war was still to come. Some cicadas got inside, and now it was our job to dispose of them. Once that was done, the four of us laughed at our survival from the bugs and settled down on the couch. Then we heard the buzzing sound, inside! We missed one! Searching for it, we located it and calmed down except for me. I was thinking, and then I formed my practical question.

“Are there any more?”

The sound of the cicadas filled the endless night as we pondered the question.

This is Analia’s first publication at Alphabet Soup.To send us YOUR story, poem, artwork or book review, check out our submission guidelines

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Young Writers in Action: Cradle Mountain Adventure

by Monica, 10, VIC

Cradle Mountain is home to all your favourite native Australian animals in the wild. With an exquisite hotel surrounded by wildlife, adventurous night walks through the bush and beautiful scenery everywhere, Cradle Mountain has everything you need for a perfect holiday on an adventure.

Up near the Enchanted Walk, there is a gift shop and hotel. The Enchanted Walk is full of echidnas, wombats, and wallabies so you can sometimes see animals wandering around outside your window. Enjoy the pleasure and thrill of hiking and seeing adorable native animals over a few days and even join a night walk.

Tasmanian Devil by MappingMeganTravel on pixabay
Tasmanian Devil (Photo by MappingMeganTravel on pixabay)

By 8pm, the mountains are alive with animals. Hundreds of them poke their heads out of their homes and set off to explore. At this time, people will take long walks through the bush, squealing in delight when they spot an animal. There are wombats, wallabies, echidnas, quolls, platypuses, and a shelter for Tasmanian devils.

The water in Dove Lake ripples and glitters like a million diamonds, the forest has beautiful flowers and densely packed trees, and the bush is full of animals. There is so much wonderful scenery in the mountains, you are sure to get a lot of amazing pictures.

Cradle Mountain is such an exciting and fascinating place. Book a trip to Tasmania and visit Cradle Mountain for your next holiday.

This is Monica’s second publication at Alphabet Soup. Read her poem ‘The Four Seasons’ here. To send us YOUR story, poem, artwork or book review, check out our submission guidelines

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Young writers in Action: Some way or Another

Some way or Another
by Liora, 11, Manhattan, USA

I am from the cozy, soft, white chair in my room
From sports fields and good books
I am from climbing, swinging, and running everywhere
And from “We need to sign Liora up for this sports class”
And “Stop putting your leg up everywhere.”
I am from the sweet, juicy pineapple that I love
Whose tingling sensation makes me feel warm on the inside
I am from the gymnastics mats where I’ll do Acro for hours
And dancing and stretching lots of places I go
I am from Ari (who’s always optimistic)
And Brigitte (who loves to walk)
I am from my mom’s banana chocolate chip muffins
And my dad’s famous, creamy Wacky Mac
I am from these moments when it’s all laughter and smiles.

Children on swings at a park. Image courtesy

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Young writers in action: Jolie’s Adventure … A trip inside a book

by Amanda, 7, New York City, USA

Chapter 1

Hands turning an open book pageOne summer day Jolie was stuck in her bedroom looking for something to do. Jolie, an 8 year-old girl, loved her bedroom because it was her comfort zone and a space for her imagination to grow. Sitting on her canopy bed she picked up a book named ​Especial Characters ​sitting on her nightstand.​ ​Jolie, a very fast reader, loved to read drama filled stories and Especial Characters​ fit the category.

As Jolie began to read the words from the pages started to leave the book and spin around in large, round circles. Suddenly, a character appeared in real life. In that moment Jolie said to herself – what just happened​!

Jolie gasped in surprise. “Hi!” said, Lina. Lina was the character that Jolie just read about in the book. As the book described her, Lina was tall with long dark brown hair, and wore braces only on the top of her teeth. She was dressed in a blue jumper with small, green leaves covering the front of it.

Chapter 2

Jolie was so startled she couldn’t even speak. Jolie fainted because she couldn’t believe this was happening. Jolie got up as fast as a tiger chasing prey. When she woke up she saw Lina looking over her. Lina was as tall as Jolie – the height of a 8-year-old girl!

“Why are you here? Who are you?” asked Jolie.

“I am here because I need you to help me find a golden glove and my name is Lina. Most people like to call me Lin,” Lina shared with Jolie.

“So, you’re telling me you want me to help you find a golden glove?” Jolie said confused.

“Yep, just hold my hand!” Lina said happily.

“Wait! Where are we going? My babysitter will be worried if she does not find me sitting in my room!” Jolie says nervously.

“ Just hold my hand!” Lina commands. Jolie holds her hand tightly and starts to spin around like the wind in the hurricane. All of a sudden, they are in the book ​Especial Characters​! Jolie is feeling anxious. She is panicking because this reminds her of The Magic Treehouse book series … and she never imagined being Jane!

What Jolie doesn’t know is that Lina wants to find the golden glove because it will keep all of the characters inside the book. This needs to happen because in the past few months other children have been throwing the books away once they see the words spinning off of the pages. Once this happens the story changes and the characters disappear forever!

Chapter 3

Holding hands, Jolie and Lina jumped into the book and landed in C​hapter 4:​ Jane and the Treasure Map! ​Jolie hoped this was going to be another fun excursion like her journey to Mathematics Land. They found themselves in California standing in front of a townhouse. Lina knew inside this townhouse there was a treasure map. ​Knock! Knock!​ Lina knocked on the door. A girl with long golden hair opened the door. It was Jane!

“We need to talk,” Lina said in a serious voice. “Okay,” Jane said.

Jolie was wondering how Lina knew Jane. Lina and Jane knew each other because they are both characters in the same story. Lina quickly told Jane what was happening to the characters when a reader opened the book. Lina desperately asked Jane if she could look for the treasure map in her house. Jane let her in and as Jolie waited outside she thought to herself – where could the treasure map be?

Eventually, Lina found the treasure map under the bookshelf and it showed that the golden glove was at​ The Harlem BookStore, which is in C​hapter 5: TheBookstore​.Now Lina and Jolie hold hands and spin around and around again to their new destination .

Suddenly, they are at TheHarlem BookStore​ and find the golden glove between two books.

“Now that we have the golden glove what do we do?” questioned Jolie.

Lina replied, “You have to take it back with you and restart the book.”

“Restart the book?” Jolie was confused.

“Jolie, there is a key hole at the top of ​Especial Characters​ for the key that is inside this glove!” Lina explained as she took out the key. Lina took Jolie’s hand and they twirled around and around until they got to Jolie’s bedroom.

“Put the key in the book and close your eyes,” Lina said in a sad voice. As Jolie inserted the key Lina disappeared back into the book. In the next minute Jolie’s babysitter came to her bedroom and said, “Are you okay … you seem so quiet?” Jolie nodded her head and smiled. She thought to herself what will be my next adventure?

This is Amanda’s first story for Alphabet Soup. To send us YOUR book review, poem, story or artwork: check out our submission guidelines

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Young writers in action: Pancake

by Elizabeth, 7, NSW

Gold house photo courtesy of pixabay.comBeth and Pancake are best friends in the world.

They live in a gold cubbyhouse. Pancake is an excellent and smart dog. She is a beautiful black dog. Beth is a loving, gentle and kind girl.

One day, Pancake was watering the yard and suddenly, there was a bang! The door slammed.

Beth said, “I am sorry for slamming the door. It is locked!”

Pancake said, “Do not worry. I can fix it.”

Pancake tried to open the front door but it did not work. Pancake tried to open the back door but it did not work.

Pancake climbed up to the big window and went into the cubbyhouse and got the key. Then she let her friend back in the house.

Beth said, “Thank you.” She gave her best friend a hug.

Elizabeth is a regular contributor to Alphabet Soup. You can read more of her work here. To send us YOUR story, poem, artwork or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy reading!

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Young Writers in Action: The Prisoner in the Cage

by Ever, 10, Bellevue, Washington, USA

White Pigeon in a cage. Photo by Garfield Besa on Pexels.comI gazed mournfully through the old rusty glass, scarred and dented with bruises of dirt and yellowed grass. It was snowing lightly outside, tiny specks of snowflakes, pure and clean, gently drifting down, making the journey of a snowflake’s life.

The chilly winter air was quite cold, and through the broken window, breezes sailed across the tattered room, piercing my delicate small body. I was a handsome young bird, with wings fresh and strong, and here I was, imprisoned, cut off from my world in the skies. How I wished to be free, to be soaring in the clouds with the ones of my kind.

The snowing went on for days and days, frosty winds that kept me weak whipped me, biting me with their sharp teeth and their venom of cold filled me. The wide world that I used to have with a flap of a wing now became the cage that I was set in, microscopic compared to my old world in the air, the world where I could explore every crook and nanny, that world that gave me freedom. But now here I was, powerless against the dull metal binds of the once-golden cage. The strips of my prison held me back, and each time I looked at them my heart was filled with that sense of lostness, that feeling of being forgotten and wiped from their minds.

It was a sad feeling, knowing you were known no more, knowing that you weren’t thought of anymore. I felt extinct, and the hope that was never there in my heart was blown out with the gale that came every now and then.

I was a prisoner. To think an animal that had the gift of freedom, the power of flying anywhere in the world, was trapped by thin steel cords; well, that was a thought that had never entered my mind before.

I was the lonely prisoner in the cage, in a musty and creaky room, uninhabited by anyone anymore. I succumbed to loneliness and sat down.

I waited for someone to find me, but maybe it was true that I would not be found. Maybe I would last forever in that cold, sad, room, never to be found …

This is Ever’s first story for Alphabet Soup. To send us YOUR book review, poem, story or artwork: check out our submission guidelines

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Young writers in action: A Corona virus poem

The Terrible, Horrifying Pandemic of 2020
(commonly known as the Corona Virus)
by Anishka, 9, QLD

Leaves litter the ground
Untouched for many days
Weeks pass without a sound
Or talk of any sort.

The once busy streets
Are devoured by silence
Waiting for day to cease
Before they fill with lights.

Scurrying paws echo
When animals take what is theirs
Ants take refuge down below
Monkeys find trees suitable.

No smoke to get rid of
No rubbish in sight
Everyone wearing gloves
Everyday day to night

Together we will conquer
The thing that we fear
To restore the peace
Of the world.

Anishka is a regular contributor to Alphabet Soup’s site. You can read another of her poems here. 

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Young Writers in Action: My Shirt is Gone

by Liora, 10, Manhattan, USA

Person half in half out of a laudromat washer. Photo courtesy

My shirt is gone
I checked everywhere, including the lawn

I checked in the freezer
And in my favourite game called Brain Teaser

I checked under my bed
Even on my Barbie’s head

I checked in my laundry and in my closet
And in my bank account where I put money to deposit

I checked in the shower in the bathroom
But only ended up making it look like a lagoon

My mum screamed at me because I went through her clothes
And ruffled in her bathroom through all the bows

Oh my shirt, where can it be?
I checked everywhere and then realised it was right on me!

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Young Writers in Action: A sinkhole in the park

by Lewis, 10, WA

I went for a drive to the park one day,
and what do you think I saw?
A bunch of people screaming
and a sinkhole in the floor!

I stopped the car and looked around
until I couldn’t see.
(A bunch of people in my way
and one called Sylus Lee.)

I asked him what happened
and he said a strong ape jumped,
jumped and landed with a crash!
And now people are pumped.

Read Lewis’s earlier work here. To send us YOUR book review, poem, story or artwork: check out our submission guidelines