AAWC Challenge 5






Abby Franklin

Catharine Runion

Crystal (ME)


  1. Did you just shoot down, and possibly kill, Santa?”


3. “Have you seen the headline of today’s newspaper? Christmas is back!”

Points: 4

Ten-year-old Thomas was staring out the window, a camera in his hand. He hoped to photograph Santa, to prove to the world that he was indeed real, at least to his friends. Thomas was upset that students in his class were constantly telling him Santa was not real. Of course he was…. but would Santa ever come to help Thomas prove that? Grasping a figure in his hand, Thomas put it behind the camera and pretended that was him snapping a photo of Santa.

Tomorrow was Christmas Day and Thomas began to feel hopeless. Perhaps Santa didn’t know that a little boy like himself, although he considered himself to be a man, was trying to defend Santa’s honor. Starting to feel drowsy, Thomas’s eyes began to close.

A moment later, he was startled awake by a loud sound. Thomas opened his eyes and saw a man in armor and a helmet standing next to him. The man was holding a sniper and was aiming at the sky. Thomas glanced over and saw a sleigh with reindeer in the sky. Unable to find his camera, the man suddenly fired again and smoke was visible from the sleigh.

Thomas glared at the man. “Did you just shoot down, and possibly kill, Santa?”

The man chuckled. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

Thomas started to get uncomfortable. Was this guy one of those people who were crazy? “Who… are you?”

The man raised an eyebrow then groaned. “Another one who doesn’t know who I am.”

“Was I supposed to?”

He took off his helmet, revealing his blue eyes and blond hair. “Duh. I’m Jack Frost.”

Thomas was confused. “But isn’t Jack Frost supposed to be this icy blue dude?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “That’s what the world thinks, but besides the blue eyes, it ain’t true.”

“Okay, but why would you attack Santa..?”

“Haven’t you heard? He’s my mortal enemy. ” Jack smirked. “It’s pretty much my goal to destroy Christmas.”

Thomas shook his head. Then it suddenly sunk in and he stood frozen in place with fear. A man with gun that shot Santa’s sleigh down was standing in front of Thomas. A man with a gun… something that could kill him.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “You okay, kid?”

Thomas stared at him for a moment and then nodded slowly. Jack held out a hand to him. “Since you’re a witness, I’m afraid I’ll have to take you with me.”

Then Thomas shook his head and crossed his arms. Jack rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you have a choice, kid. Besides, I’m going to find Santa.”

Jack grabbed Thomas, tied a rope around him, and pulled him towards another sleigh.  This one appeared to be painted a somewhat icy blue. “Santa did have some good tastes in rides, I’ll admit,” Jack murmured. “But not in colors, and his sleigh certainly does not have the newest tech.”

He strapped Thomas into the backseat of the sleigh and gagged him. Then he tapped some buttons. With his hands on the wheel, Jack suddenly flew the sleigh into the sky.

Thomas was shocked. How could a sleigh fly without reindeer?

Jack grabbed an unusual looking pair of binoculars and looked around the town. “Now, to find Santa.”

After a few moments, Thomas felt the sleigh being jerked and starting to descend. He stretched his neck as far as he could, attempting to see where they were. Thomas could see the red sleigh, and got worried. He did not want to have to see Santa this way, especially if the jolly man was hurt. But maybe it was good he was in this position. Narrowing his eyebrows in concentration, Thomas suddenly had a plan in mind. He figured this would be the only way to save Santa, and although it scared him to even consider using violence for real instead of for play-fighting, he’d do it.

As quietly as he could, Thomas unstrapped the seat belt and moved towards Jack, who was too focused on Santa to notice him. When the moment was right, after a few moments when Jack almost noticed him, Thomas pushed Jack Frost out of the sleigh.

The sleigh suddenly started descending faster, and Thomas did not have an idea on how to stop it. He squeezed his eyes shut and then blacked out.


Thomas opened his eyes and found himself in the same spot he was before he left. He was very confused and grabbed his camera, once again hoping to take a picture of Santa. Thomas ran into his house and saw a newspaper on the counter. Grabbing it, he noticed a headline sticking out to him. Thomas started to shout: “Have you seen the headline of today’s newspaper? Christmas is back!”

His mother came over and gave him a confused look. “Was it ever gone?”

Thomas opened his mouth to explain, then changed his mind. “It’s nothing, mom.”

After she went back to doing what she was doing, he turned on his camera and looked at what was on his SD card. He saw a picture that made the eyes pop out of his head. Thomas was standing right next to Santa!

I don’t think this was a good story, but it’s really hard to figure out what to do with Santa xD

~ Chloe (aka Crystal)



AAWC Challenge #4





Abby Franklin

Catharine Runion

Crystal (ME)


Story: 1

Prompts: 3

Pictures/Artwork: 0

I used my team name: 1

Total points: 5

  1. “And they rode away in the sunset.”

“What’s a sunset?”

“I don’t know. But my Grandad saw one once.”



3. “Sorry. You’re the first person I’ve spoken to in ten years.”

On the legendary planet of Lur, no one ever stepped outside.

A young man named Zah glanced outside his window, yearning for the rain to stop. He knew he was a fool to even hope for that, but he couldn’t help it. Zah was all alone in his house and he desperately wanted someone to talk to. He hadn’t talked to anyone for so long, the last time being ten years ago after he was left here. Zah was bored in his home. He had already read all of the boring school books in the house and did everything he could think of.  Zah had always wanted to see what was out there, but he was scared of what might happen to him. So, in other words, a coward.

Zah grabbed a portion to eat and slipped it into a microwave. Then he walked back to the window, having nothing else to do. Glancing out the window, his face paled. Although the rain made it harder to see, Zah knew someone was out there. He gulped, and knew he should make sure that whoever was out there was okay. Okay, maybe he hoped to be like those heroic figures in the stories he read.

Although no one ever went outside, Zah grabbed the one umbrella that was for emergencies. He slowly unlocked his door and instantly felt humid.

The figure he was looking for noticed him and ran around a corner. Zah was terrified to be in the rain, but he chased after the figure. When he followed the person to an alleyway, he lost track of where they were. Zah suddenly was knocked to the ground and a little girl stood above him, glaring.

“Who are you?”

Zah just stared at her, finding it odd that he was actually seeing another person in front of him and unable to answer. She was a brunette, with her chocolate brown eyes narrowed, and was very determined by the look on her face.

“Lur to weirdo.” She suddenly said.

Zah shook his head, snapping out of his wonder and his thoughts. “Sorry. You’re the first person I’ve spoken to in ten years.”

She looked at him like he was crazy, then slowly nodded and held a hand out. “I’m Kae.”

He shook it. “I’m Zah.”

Kae looked at him funny. “That’s a weird name.”

“Anyways, Kae, what are you doing out here?”

She looked sheepish and looked away. “My Grandad used to tell me this story.”

Zah motioned for Kae follow him to a sheltered area, and then to continue.

“It never used to rain as much as this, according to my Grandad.”

Now it was Zah’s turn to look at her like she was crazy. “That’s downright ridiculous!”

“I know, but it’s true. There were more breaks in the weather than there are now,” Kae replied,”Anyways, my Grandad and my Grandmother met at a farm in a summer, with all those creatures like t’gers and ducas. I’ve never seen them myself, but they sound fun.”

“Wish I had someone to tell me stories,” Zah sighed,”But I’ve always been alone.”

Kae looked at Zah sympathetically. “You’ll find someone to talk to one day. You found me, remember?”

Zah smiled. “You gonna tell me the rest of your story?”

“On their first date, Harvest season, they actually sneaked out of their homes in the afternoon to go on a hayride that would happen a little bit later when it was predicted it would not rain,” Kae continued,”My Grandparents had a great time, but it ended up sprinkling a little bit. You wanna know the weirdest part?”

“What was it?”

“And they rode away in the sunset.”

“What’s a sunset?”

“I don’t know. But my Grandad saw one once.”

“Impossible,” Zah exclaimed,”Just wow.”

Kae was silent for a moment, then looked at the sky and pointed. “Not impossible.”

The clouds started to fade, a orange sunset peering through for a moment. After a few seconds, the clouds turned stormy again.

Zah and Kae stared at each other with amazement, and how they witnessed this rare moment.

“Well,” Zah said grinning, “now we can confuse our grandchildren when we talk about sunsets.”

So I pretty much made up my own planet, creatures, and names for this story. It was really fun, actually! Not my finest work, but whatever. 😀

~ Chloe

Ardent Author’s Writing Challenge #3

I’m very excited that I was able to start participating in the AAWC! What is the AAWC? Well, hopefully I’m understanding this right because it’s my first time doing this the Ardent Author’s Writing Challenge is where Zielle at My Homeschool Notebook gives three writing prompts to the bloggers participating and we’re basically supposed to create a short story with either all three prompts or at least one.

There were a few spots open on Team Summer and I decided to join. Here are the participants on Team Summer:




Abby Franklin

Catharine Runion

Chloe (ME)

So far, Team Summer is in the lead with 64 points. 🙂

Here’s my wonderful, yet completely stupid story.

Story: 1

Prompts: 3

Pictures/Artwork: 1

I used my team name: 1

Total points: 6

Emily. 10. The hot pink of her outfit stood out from her pale skin.

Peter. 14. His brown hair lopped over his forehead and his shirt matched the deep blue in his eyes.

They didn’t know that going to the market would change everything. Peter held hands with his younger sister Emily as they walked along the path. They stopped to get a few eggs and a loaf of bread. Emily giggled at the miscellaneous chickens wandering around as Peter and the storekeeper exchanged farewells.

My photo of a chicken from earlier last year, before I moved to Wisconsin.

It was hard for Peter to provide for the last remaining member of his family. Although it wasn’t extremely difficult to find a few jobs here or there, finding a good paying one was a different question. Most people did not want to hire a young man like Peter, at least for very long. At the top of his list of priorities was always Emily, and today, Peter decided to purchase a few eggs because it was her birthday. He wanted it to be as special as he could make it. Pound cake would have been so much better, but it was way out of his budget. Peter hoped that a few eggs would be a decent treat for Emily.

As they drifted by a milk stand, Emily tugged at his hand. Her beautiful pink dress, one of their mother’s last belongings they kept, rippled in the summer breeze and sagged at her feet due to the fact that it was overly large for her small body. For a quick moment, Peter wished he could take the pink dress and hide it. He really missed his mother and did not want the beautiful thing ruined. But no. Emily needed it more than he did, for she missed their mother terribly. She constantly reminded him of her daily, with her bright red hair. It was quite a wonder that he even had brown hair.

Snapping back into reality, he noticed she was pointing to the milk stand. “Pete, milk?”

Peter shook his head, the guilt a burden on his shoulders. “Sorry, Emily.”

She was upset, but didn’t push him any further. Peter really appreciated Emily for this. Although she didn’t completely understand, she still was very mature for her age and did not act like the spoiled brats he had seen in town who wanted everything they saw. It really angered Pete when he saw them whine about toys and treats when there was plenty of poor people like him who starved daily, barely getting by daily.

He felt another tug on his sleeve, breaking into his thoughts. “Pete, who’s that?”

Although Peter was still a small distance away from their home, he could see the outline of someone standing by their house. Then he saw more movement and made out multiple other figures. Peter raised an eyebrow, confused.

He held Emily’s hand tightly and ran as fast as he could. As he reached the home, he noticed the figure was a brown bear in a business suit. He wasn’t surprised, since after the whole bear strike, it became legal for bears today to go to college and get jobs. That may have seemed odd in the past, but it was very common today.

The brown bear turned around and growled at them. “What are you doing here?”

“This is my house.”

“Not anymore.”

Peter’s eyes widened, dumbfounded. Then he looked down, and gulped back a whimper. Okay, maybe he had been behind on paying off the house. But, they couldn’t just come in and take it… could they?

“Sir, this is where my mother and father died.”

The bear just gave him an annoyed look. “I’m sorry for your loss, but I suppose next you’ll tell me you have no where else to go.”

Peter gulped, glancing at confused Emily, then nodded. “Yes, really. We truly don’t have another place to go. I have a little sister…”

The brown bear just waved his hand at them and gave Peter a cold look. “I hear this all the time. Look kid, this is reality and it doesn’t let you get what you want. You owed the bank some money, thus causing everything come to this. Now move along.”

That day, Peter learned a valuable lesson and was left with a burning resentment. You could never trust anyone, especially bears.

I’m not really certain what timeline I had intended for this, so it might seem kind of weird and very unrealistic. But that’s kind of what I was aiming for, in a way. This really just came to me when I saw all three prompts. Also, I really didn’t try to edit it so it might have some typos. I’m looking forward to the next one! 🙂