Best Vacation Ever

I stood facing my mom in disbelief. “Again?” I gasped. “For the sixth year in a row?”

“I’m sorry dear. This summer is just not a good time.”

Laxmi McCulloch is 11 years old and in sixth grade at the Meadowbrook School. She lives in Elkins Park with her sister, brother, mom, dad, and two cats. Reading and writing are two things that she is passionate about. Laxmi loves writing short stories and poetry, and reads mystery books to see if she can figure out the mystery before the characters in the book do. Laxmi is also a student at the Abington Art Center’s “Writing Fairy Tales, Sci-Fi, & More Workshop,” taught by Nancy Kotkin.

Stories from Ethel M. Burke School Workshop

Last fall, students at the Ethel M. Burke School in Bellmawr, NJ, spent the day brainstorming and writing creative stories for PS, Jr. Here are writing samples from some participants.

“KABOOM! CRASH!” A spaceship crashed into my best friend’s backyard.  “Hi, my name is Alexis,” the alien said to my best friend, Stephany.  She told her she was from the planet Neptune and because of some trouble with her space craft, she fell from outer space and landed in this mysterious place.

The Plane Failure

There was a boy named Nortin who was going on a trip to England. Nortin boarded the plane and then--whoosh—the plane flew up into the clouds. Nortin was very nervous about what could happen. Would the plane crash? Fall out of the sky? Anything could happen. Nortin was so scared, he fainted.

When he awoke, he was floating and then he saw an angel.

“Wow, where am I?” he asked the angel.

“Nortin, I must warn you,” said the angel. “When you wake, you will find yourself in the Atlantic Ocean.”

“Wait, what do you…”

Eric-Ross McLaren is in fourth grade at Green Street Friends School in Philadelphia. He likes video games, Harry Potter, and writing stories.


I hate these months. They’re endless, and robed in a fierce white sheath that brings misery and pain to people like us. Most especially, they make it hard to sleep on the side of the road.

Maeve Thomas is a student at Abington Junior High School in Abington, PA.

With a Click

The lights were on backstage. They were a strange blue light, but not hard to see by. I worked my way around all of the chairs and music stands, microphones and instrument cases. The curtains were slightly parted in the middle; Joanne was onstage. She was my sister, older than me by a little more than a year. Her long fingers, the nails painted deep red, danced over the piano keys. The large, black, magnificent instrument was positioned exactly center stage; she was the main act, what everyone came to see.

Magda Andrews-Hoke is a 16-year-old sophomore at Germantown Friends School.

The Discovery

“No you’re a big fat liar!” yelled Lily.

“Yeah, ok. You’re so believable” responded her brother Josh.

“Josh go upstairs and Lily come to me now!” yelled Lily’s mom.

Josh stomped upstairs and Lily stomped to her parents’ room. She sat on the bed and prepared herself for a big, long lecture. Instead what she got was a “Come here.”

Lily responded by saying, “I don’t get what you can show me that has to do anything with siblings being that you don’t have any.”

Kellie Graves is in  5th grade Springside Chestnut Hill Academy.  

Dichotomous Carnival Kids

Most think there are two kinds of people in this world; those who cover up the simplicity of human necessities such as affection, and love, and the need to have more than what is granted t

My name's Marissa. I like writing, reading, music and chicken nuggets.

The Homeless Man

He walked alone, amidst the snow.  His grimy bare feet dragged behind, tinged with the sorrow of a deep blue. It was more than just despair now; it was hatred of what had become of his life. It could have been different. The future could have flourished, beckoning to him with open arms. His life could have had meaning, but his hope had been crushed long ago.


Jonathan Golden is in seventh grade and likes to write. He also is a competitive dancer, and likes acting as well. He lives in Jenkintown Pennsylvania with his parents, dog, and older brother.


Boom! The electrical discharge in the air is quite interesting.  Dark, pale clouds hover and threaten any object in its way by giving it a shock of death. The blinding white light is faster than the speed of wind. Crack! The earsplitting noise is as loud as an ambulance in New York City. Lights are blinking on and off. Puddles of regret are the tears of babies crying over the roaring monster. Panic arises for pedestrians crossing the street, hurrying to get home. Rain pouring heavily, and beating down hard on everything in its path.

Nisha Yeleswaram is an eighth grader. She loves reading, writing, poetry and especially Soccer! She lives with her older brother andmaltipoo.


The headlights of the bus were bright and the chains of the gate glistened. I stepped behind the bushes as I saw his polished shoes descend the bus. He unlocked the chain from the gate, though it was below his knees, and walked on the stones laid in the grass.  I glared at him with astonishment, and then slowly walked behind him until he reached the door.

I am a fourteen-year-old girl, whose passion is writing. During my spare time, I work on screenplays and watch films from the 1940s and 1950s. I live in Chestnut Hill, a suburb of Philadelphia,  and attend Springside Chestnut Hill Academy. My favorite plays are Edward Albee's "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" and Tennessee Williams' "A Streetcar Named Desire." The film that I consider the most spectacular is Alfred Hitchcock's 1958 film, "Vertigo." 

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