cre.ations.net http://cre.ations.net/ A haven for creators and makers, cre.ations.net is the place to quickly publish anything you've created. Free and easy! en-us Copyright 2006, cre.ations.net Fri, 29 Aug 2008 17:28:38 -0500 Fri, 29 Aug 2008 17:28:38 -0500 custom http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss <![CDATA[White - A Short Story]]> Created by julian 31 weeks ago: "This is a short story I wrote for my 9th grade Language Arts (English) class. Welcome to my imagination: -White- The boy looked around. Everything was creamy white, puffy, and bright. Where was he? He got up, and was met by an odd sensation. The ground was firm enough, but oddly smoky, and malleable. He took stock of his surroundings again. All around him looked normal enough; and if it weren't white, it would almost be the country. He could see hills, plains, and ravines. What was this? The boy bent down and touched the ground. An imprint of his hand stayed for ten-twenty seconds. He pushed in again, harder. The hand sank deeper and deeper until he was up to his elbow in white. The child yanked his arm out and watched as the ground shifted back to fill in the hole. 'How strange.' The boy shifted his weight, and sat, watching the horizon. It's moving! The boy stood and ran to the top of a rise for a better view. It was hard to get used to moving around on the..."

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]]> Created by julian 31 weeks ago: "This is a short story I wrote for my 9th grade Language Arts (English) class. Welcome to my imagination: -White- The boy looked around. Everything was creamy white, puffy, and bright. Where was he? He got up, and was met by an odd sensation. The ground was firm enough, but oddly smoky, and malleable. He took stock of his surroundings again. All around him looked normal enough; and if it weren't white, it would almost be the country. He could see hills, plains, and ravines. What was this? The boy bent down and touched the ground. An imprint of his hand stayed for ten-twenty seconds. He pushed in again, harder. The hand sank deeper and deeper until he was up to his elbow in white. The child yanked his arm out and watched as the ground shifted back to fill in the hole. 'How strange.' The boy shifted his weight, and sat, watching the horizon. It's moving! The boy stood and ran to the top of a rise for a better view. It was hard to get used to moving around on the..."

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