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    Upcoming Events!
    ALL ARTWORK SUBMITTED TO THE TEEN MAGAZINE BOTH SIDES OF THE BAY OR TO THE YOUNG AUTHORS' ANTHOLOGY WILL BE ON DISPLAY AT THE WEST REGIONAL BRANCH LIBRARY (CHILDREN'S ROOM) THROUGH MARCH 31!
    THE 2017 YOUNG AUTHORS' CONFERENCE (9:00-12:00) & TEEN WRITING FAIR (1:30-3:30) WILL BE ON SATURDAY, March 11, 2017At the West Regional Branch Library5555 Grelot Road, Mobile, ALInformational flyers below {2017 Young Authors Conference Flyer.pdf} {2017 Teen Writing Fair Informational Flyer.pdf}
    Student Artwork submitted for publication will be displayed at the program!Featured authors are Irene Latham (www.irenelatham.com) & Chandra Sparks Splond (www.chandrasparkssplond.com)
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Monday, March 6

  1. page 2017 Burns, Causey, Clark, & Calloway Smith Middle Schools edited Math Blues Christina 6th – 6th Grade – They try to give math a happier spin “How many t…

    Math Blues
    Christina
    6th
    – 6th Grade –
    They try to give math a happier spin
    “How many times can this number go in?”
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    Math Blues
    Christina
    6th Grade – Clark-Shaw Magnet School
    They try to give math a happier spin
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  3. page 2017 Burns, Causey, Clark, & Calloway Smith Middle Schools edited A Math Blues Christina 6th Grade – Clark-Shaw Magnet School They try to give math a happier …
    AMath Blues
    Christina
    6th Grade – Clark-Shaw Magnet School
    They try to give math a happier spin
    “How many times can this number go in?”
    As if you are part of some numerical clique
    Because you can find a square root extra quick.
    It’s always “add up”, “times up”, “divide up”
    That keeps me looking down, counting down, feeling…yup,
    I can’t find the angle for a celebration
    When numbers and math are in the equation!!!
    A
    Mother’s Experience
    by Trinity
    Eighth Grade – Burns Middle School – Ms. Plovanich
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Tuesday, February 28

  1. page 2017 Home School edited ... Homeschooled 4th Grade Sienna Homeschooled 6th grade Police Patient Observant Law ab…
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    Homeschooled
    4th Grade
    Sienna
    Homeschooled
    6th grade
    Police
    Patient
    Observant
    Law abiding
    Intelligent
    Courageous
    Exceptional
    A Walk in the Woods
    Ian Michael
    Eighth Grade – Home School
    I walk along a stone path.
    Watching as a bird fly’s by.
    Going to its little calf’s.
    I can hear there cry’s.
    As I walk I see the lake move.
    Rippling very quietly.
    As if to a grove.
    I walk along tirelessly.
    I see a rabbit bonce by.
    As fast as a bolt.
    With joy in its eye
    to see its new colt
    A squirrel runs up a tree
    into a hole.
    Going back to its family.
    all this I saw on my stroll.

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  2. page 2017 B. C. Rain edited Flames Soul By: Sade 10th Grade Rain High School The flame was mesmerizing as it repeatedly g…
    Flames Soul
    By: Sade
    10th Grade Rain High School
    The flame was mesmerizing as it repeatedly grew and got smaller and dimmed.
    The candle went out, leaving behind coldness and darkness.
    As if the flame represented a person’s life.
    The flames grows, the person grows mentally and physically.
    The flame gets smaller, the person ultimately feels smaller because adversities in life.
    The flame dims, which represents a person letting these adversities over power them; consuming their life.
    This cycle repeats.
    Then the flame goes out, representing death.
    Reality Appears
    By: Kaitlynn
    10th Grade Rain High School
    Slowly, creeping, waiting.
    The suspense wall all around.
    No one made a noise.
    Not even one little sound.
    But all around us, slowly creeping near.
    Just the very thought, could bring someone to tears.
    No way to know, the things, the things that rest in store.
    The weight of it standing, at your very front door.
    The circumstances change, in one short year.
    Reality, reality, will slowly appear.
    Blue Decade
    By: Megan
    11th Grade Rain High School
    Those memories they held,
    Warped into another age.
    Wrapped into a blue cloth, to a time in which music played
    Fingers that glided across the keys,
    To a beat that controlled the world.
    Feet tapped on the floor, making the ground shake
    Fingers snapped that sent vibrations through the air.
    They walked to this beat, even though the world slowly fell into despair
    Staying close to the blue cloth that could have brought them back.
    Now back to their own time, they listen for the beat that had previously ruled the world.
    No longer hearing it, due to the sounds from the outside world.
    They sigh and listen longer, knowing that there’s something there…
    Now hearing the sounds that they had previously heard.
    The dripping of the pipes that brought melodies with every drop,
    The wind that skips and breaks through the walls.
    They now know the truth,
    That the melody is still there, back into the hearts of those who know it.
    Now the beat continues, wrapping the world again with the blue cloth in once did.

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  3. page 2017 Dunbar and Pillans Middle Schools edited ... The little girl held out a glowing heart. “Take it you need it more than I do. She said The h…
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    The little girl held out a glowing heart. “Take it you need it more than I do. She said
    The heart smith burst out into tears and cried out “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done.”
    My Mother’s Child
    Kyntrell Baskin
    Palmer Pillans
    She had me, she kept me
    Warm and Safe
    She even put me in line
    When I was out of place
    But still my mother’s Child I am
    She loves me so much
    But it’s sad to say I have to grow up
    A little birdy she helped fly
    Flying all the way to the sky
    A greatful mother she is
    Doing everything she can in her will
    Looking and watching over me for a while
    But I am still ………………my mother’s child
    Kyntrell Baskin
    Palmer Pillans Middle School
    Eighth Grade
    Days and Days away
    From my birthday,
    Will it ever come?
    Or will it ever stay.
    I will be turning Foxteen
    On that day
    but why?
    Why is it so far away?
    Everyone is coming,
    That’s all I can say.
    We’re going to line up,
    And have a big race.
    But I can’t wait
    Because …
    We’re 3 days before my Birth-date.
    Next a second day.
    Now we’re 1 day before my birth-date.
    I tried that night to go to sleep
    Like I rarely.
    But I ate my food and rushed to bed early.
    Foxteen! Foxteen!
    I’m finally there
    Family, Friends Everywhere!
    Gifts on the table,
    Just for me.
    Can’t wait to open them
    to let everyone see.
    The best day that’s what I mean.
    But the really best day is when I turn
    Foxteen.
    Representing the World
    Frederick Hall
    Pillans Middle School – Grade 6
    What inspired me to draw this picture is the world. The two birds I drew represent the sun and the moon light and dark, life and death. The reason I drew both is that one can’t live without another or it would be chaos. The egg represents the fate of the world. It has to be ????? or it might go haywire. It might be able to turn to light, but nothing good lasts forever. The waves represent the two different forces classing and the darkness is losing the battle. As you can see one of the birds is a bird of paradise, the other is a woodpecker. In the picture, the woodpecker is getting pushed back. The bird of paradise is the light in the world. There is more light than there has ever been and it is thriving, but it wasn’t always like this. The woodpecker, which is darkness, once thrived. There is still some left. There will always be darkness; it will again someday, but today there is light, hope, construction, and love.

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  4. page 2017 Dunbar and Pillans Middle Schools edited Scout Crow Story & Illustration Emily Morgan Dunbar Middle School - 8th Grade - Ms. Du…
    Scout Crow
    Story & Illustration
    Emily Morgan
    Dunbar Middle School - 8th Grade - Ms. Duffis
    Moriarty sat quietly in the guard tower, sighing. Once again he was shoved into night duty. Looking to the West, he smiled. Twinkling lights from his village greeted him cheerfully. His determination filled again, because he knew what he was protecting, and why he was. Somewhere amongst those lanterns, Isabelle was dreaming. She was safe, and as long as he remained diligent, she would stay that way. Locking his jaw, he looked back into the south, he glared into the darkness. They'd be coming soon, but when was uncertain. He kept his flare close to him, his only way to alert the village for any sign of hostility. He would protect her, 'til his dying breath.
    Isabelle knew she shouldn't be there, out and away from the rest of the village. She kept running though, tripping over stumps and holes. If she just saw It, just saw the sign, she could speak to it. She could convince It not to hurt them. She had heard the rumors, the words behind locked doors. She knew more than most regular civilian adults. Moriarty thought he was alone. She smirked. His job was that he had to protect her, but this time the tables would turn. In her mind, she could be the hero this time. She would save the village, and not a single drop of blood would fall. A sharp cry split the night. Looking up in surprise, she saw It. She knew it. She wouldn't live, she couldn't live. This was it. This is why they called the Scout Crow the bringer of death. The only thing she wished is that Moriarty didn't see It. That'd he look away. Because as she fell, she felt his unwavering gaze on her.
    Moriarty stared in horror. Isabelle, no, it couldn't be. It must have been a deer, or something. Anything but his little sister. The bird, the demon who had been sweeping the villages clean of their living inhabitants, was here. He saw It's eye glinting in the night. Standing on the crude stone wall window, he yelled and fired the flare. It hit the bird straight in the heart. Glare unmoving, he knew it did nothing. Its brothers would be arriving soon, and they'd be lumped with the rest of the fallen villages. As he continued firing flares, he knew three things; the village would fall, they were not the heroes they were destined to be, and he would soon join Isabelle.
    Jovannass Soekhies
    Dunbar Magnet School
    Alexis enjoyed time alone, so when she was told her parents had to leave for the weekend, she was overjoyed. She went up the stairs to her room and popped in her earbuds. She could only imagine what fun she would have all weekend.
    Emilie Hastings
    ||
    Emilie

    Dunbar Magnet School
    Brooke opened the door and waited for her dad to enter before she ran to her room. She had just gotten home from school ready for a weekend of nothing. Brownie, the puppy she adopted last week, was waiting at her feet with her brown tail wagging. Brooke bent down after dropping her stuff to pick up her furry friend.
    She ran to her room and plopped on the floor near her window with her fuzzy green blanket and a book to read. Outside, there were a few bird chirping from the trees and there were no clouds once so ever. “What a wonderful day to do nothing.” After sitting on the ground Indian style, she covered her lap with the blanket. Brownie jumped into her lap and curled into the blanket after licking Brooke’s face. Brooke let out a sigh and picked up her book.
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    A heart for a heart
    Mia Bauer
    Eighth Grade - Dunbar – Ms. Duffis
    ...
    a heart?”
    With

    With
    a soft
    ...
    repair hearts.”
    The

    The
    girl’s smile
    ...
    the street.”
    “Thank you little lady.” He replied while leaving.
    “Your welcome dear sir” She said while waving good bye.
    He ran down the street ‘til he came up to a small shop that said “heartsmith”.
    ...
    a heart.
    “Um excuse!” He called out.
    ...
    his shop.
    “Oh

    “Oh
    a customer,
    ...
    with today?”
    “I was told by the girl down the street that you fix hearts, is that true?”
    “Yep. What seems to be the problem, sir?”
    The guy pulled out his heart. When he pulled out his heart, which was shattered into piece. The smith man’s smile slowly faded.
    ...
    a huff
    The

    The
    heart smith
    ...
    to work.
    ….next day…
    ...
    the pieces.
    After

    After
    hours of
    ...
    on it.
    With a great big smile the gentlemen ask “Is that my heart?”
    ...
    replied proudly.
    “Thank

    “Thank
    you so
    ...
    door happily.
    As the gentlemen left the heart smith let out a great at big huff. It became night time fairly quickly as the heart smith closed up the shop. Taking a small break, he sat on the steps of his shop and looked up at the stars. That is until he heard a small voice.
    “Why did you use your heart to fix that gentleman’s heart? Your heart was so beautiful and bright, but now it’s fractured and ruined. Why you do that to your own heart?” the voice of a little girl said sadly.
    ...
    of him.
    “Well little lady, I did it because He needed it more than I did. There is someone very important to him that needed his whole heart to show them that he loves that person and to me that is worth using my own heart.” He replied
    The little girl held out a glowing heart. “Take it you need it more than I do. She said
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    Scout Crow
    Story & Illustration
    Emily Morgan
    Dunbar Middle School - 8th Grade - Ms. Duffis
    Moriarty sat quietly in the guard tower, sighing. Once again he was shoved into night duty. Looking to the West, he smiled. Twinkling lights from his village greeted him cheerfully. His determination filled again, because he knew what he was protecting, and why he was. Somewhere amongst those lanterns, Isabelle was dreaming. She was safe, and as long as he remained diligent, she would stay that way. Locking his jaw, he looked back into the south, he glared into the darkness. They'd be coming soon, but when was uncertain. He kept his flare close to him, his only way to alert the village for any sign of hostility. He would protect her, 'til his dying breath.
    Isabelle knew she shouldn't be there, out and away from the rest of the village. She kept running though, tripping over stumps and holes. If she just saw It, just saw the sign, she could speak to it. She could convince It not to hurt them. She had heard the rumors, the words behind locked doors. She knew more than most regular civilian adults. Moriarty thought he was alone. She smirked. His job was that he had to protect her, but this time the tables would turn. In her mind, she could be the hero this time. She would save the village, and not a single drop of blood would fall. A sharp cry split the night. Looking up in surprise, she saw It. She knew it. She wouldn't live, she couldn't live. This was it. This is why they called the Scout Crow the bringer of death. The only thing she wished is that Moriarty didn't see It. That'd he look away. Because as she fell, she felt his unwavering gaze on her.
    Moriarty stared in horror. Isabelle, no, it couldn't be. It must have been a deer, or something. Anything but his little sister. The bird, the demon who had been sweeping the villages clean of their living inhabitants, was here. He saw It's eye glinting in the night. Standing on the crude stone wall window, he yelled and fired the flare. It hit the bird straight in the heart. Glare unmoving, he knew it did nothing. Its brothers would be arriving soon, and they'd be lumped with the rest of the fallen villages. As he continued firing flares, he knew three things; the village would fall, they were not the heroes they were destined to be, and he would soon join Isabelle.
    Jovannass Soekhies
    Dunbar Magnet School
    Alexis enjoyed time alone, so when she was told her parents had to leave for the weekend, she was overjoyed. She went up the stairs to her room and popped in her earbuds. She could only imagine what fun she would have all weekend.
    Emilie Hastings
    Dunbar Magnet School
    Brooke opened the door and waited for her dad to enter before she ran to her room. She had just gotten home from school ready for a weekend of nothing. Brownie, the puppy she adopted last week, was waiting at her feet with her brown tail wagging. Brooke bent down after dropping her stuff to pick up her furry friend.
    She ran to her room and plopped on the floor near her window with her fuzzy green blanket and a book to read. Outside, there were a few bird chirping from the trees and there were no clouds once so ever. “What a wonderful day to do nothing.” After sitting on the ground Indian style, she covered her lap with the blanket. Brownie jumped into her lap and curled into the blanket after licking Brooke’s face. Brooke let out a sigh and picked up her book.
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    A heart for a heart
    Mia Bauer
    Eighth Grade - Dunbar – Ms. Duffis
    Once upon a time there was a little girl selling hearts. One day a man came by her. She looked up at him with her hopeful eyes and ask “Sir, would you like to buy a heart?”
    With a soft smile he replied “I don’t know if I need to buy a heart, but I need to know if you can repair hearts.”
    The girl’s smile faded away, but lite up again and replied “I can’t, but there is a heartsmith down the street.”
    “Thank you little lady.” He replied while leaving.
    “Your welcome dear sir” She said while waving good bye.
    He ran down the street ‘til he came up to a small shop that said “heartsmith”.
    He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. So he just walked in. When he walked in he saw a young man working on a heart.
    “Um excuse!” He called out.
    The young man looked up from what he was doing. When he realized there was a person in his shop.
    “Oh a customer, Hello!” He said with a wide smile. He walked over to the man and took his hand to shake it. “What can help you with today?”
    “I was told by the girl down the street that you fix hearts, is that true?”
    “Yep. What seems to be the problem, sir?”
    The guy pulled out his heart. When he pulled out his heart, which was shattered into piece. The smith man’s smile slowly faded.
    “Wow, your heart is really damaged. But, don’t worry I’ll be able to fix it” He said with a reassuring smile. You may have to leave it here with me though.” He let out a huff
    The heart smith carefully took the heart the gentlemen’s hands and set it on his work place. The young man wave goodbye as walked out the door. The heart smith looked down at the heart as he let out a sigh. This is going to be hard he thought and went straight to work.
    ….next day…
    There is nothing, nothing, the he can do with the heart. Unless he takes a piece of a whole heart there is nothing the heart smith can do. Unless. He looked over at the locked box over in the corner as he got a thought. “What if I used my own heart” he said aloud. He walked over to the box and took the key that was hanging on his neck and stared at it. He bent down unlocking the little box only to reveal his own heart. The heart smith picked up his own heart deciding to use his own heart for the pieces.
    After hours of hard labor he fixed the gentlemen’s heart, but now his own heart was now fractured. As the gentlemen walked into the shop the heart smith looked up with a warm smile. Standing up the heart smith held out a box with a bow on it.
    With a great big smile the gentlemen ask “Is that my heart?”
    “Yes sir, it is. I fixed it with all the love and care that I could use.” The heart smith replied proudly.
    “Thank you so much!” The gentlemen said as he walked out the door happily.
    As the gentlemen left the heart smith let out a great at big huff. It became night time fairly quickly as the heart smith closed up the shop. Taking a small break, he sat on the steps of his shop and looked up at the stars. That is until he heard a small voice.
    “Why did you use your heart to fix that gentleman’s heart? Your heart was so beautiful and bright, but now it’s fractured and ruined. Why you do that to your own heart?” the voice of a little girl said sadly.
    The heart smith looked away from the beautiful, shimmering stars to the little girl the sold hearts down the street standing in front of him.
    “Well little lady, I did it because He needed it more than I did. There is someone very important to him that needed his whole heart to show them that he loves that person and to me that is worth using my own heart.” He replied
    The little girl held out a glowing heart. “Take it you need it more than I do. She said
    The heart smith burst out into tears and cried out “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done.”

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