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  PROLOGUE   On a wintry afternoon in Derry Township, Pennsylvania,  with flurry snow and icicles glistening in the Sun, Cora and Sydia, the two sisters,  were watching the movie “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'' and they both loved CHOCOLATE.  Halfway through the movie, sipping their hot chocolate, wide-eyed and engrossed in Willy Wonka and his Golden Ticket, Sydia whispered to herself, “I wish we could learn more about chocolate. Less than a second after Sydia said her wish, thunder boomed and lightning flashed. Then, the two sisters had just enough time to hold hands and found themselves whirling through a portal. CHAPTER 1  A long time ago…the sweet old days     After wordless minutes, so they thought, Sydia and Cora fell into a stream of water with a loud, “Splash!” When they struggled to the surface, they looked around. They saw old-fashioned Mayan homes, identical to the ones they had researched about the Mayan civilization a week ago, in their history class.  “Are y

  “Power is a magical phenomenon. There is no need to show, with heroic deeds, people know.” One Monday morning, a little girl named Uma was going to The Valley of Learning Elementary School. It was her first day of second grade. She and her parents have moved to the city for a new life, and she loved the place the moment she laid eyes on it.  “Here we are!“ Her dad said from the driver’s seat. “Grab your backpack, Uma. Learn a lot, and have a nice day!“ Uma said, “I will, dad. Goodbye!“  Uma opened the car door, hopped off, and closed the door behind her. Her dad drove off, and Uma opened the doors of her new school. She was nervous. There were several signs in the lobby and she followed the second-grade arrow, which was up the stairs and to the right. Walking towards the stairs, she thought, “Who will be my new teacher? How many friends will I have? I guess I’ll find out when I get there.”  Before she knew it, she was up the stairs. “Okay, now, to the right.” She said. She walked to

  “The End.” Every single one of us, anyone who has ever heard a story, has heard these two words uttered at the end of a vivid journey into the depths of a writer's imagination. A few moments after these syllables, the book was closed, the lights were off and we drifted off into a dreamful sleep full of the whispering hills, the creepy forests, and the magical wonderlands we heard about in these stories. Over the years, we slowly and steadily accumulated a treasure trove of knowledge and a mind full of plots, characters, and climaxes, and we read books that seemed to get larger as we grew. Soon thereafter, we sorted the books we read into those that were outstanding and those that were disappointing. Like the legends of yore, the superheroes we so adore, many books step into the spotlight and relish their popularity, while others retract into the shade of obscurity. But why is this so? Why do so many books fail to withstand the test of time and fail to captivate the audience? Grea

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Throughout our lives, we have seen in our pop culture most people’s perception of what a hero is. We have seen countless times Superman fly in to save the day, or Captain America fend off aliens with his shield, or even Iron Man heroically save the existence of humanity with a snap of his fingers, but what really is the definition of heroism? What makes a person a hero? Merriam-Webster describes a hero as “ a person admired for achievements and noble qualities.” Perhaps that definition is valid but it could be elaborated upon much more. In my eyes, what makes a person a hero are the facts that he or she must put the lives and needs of others on equal, if not higher, footing as their own, have the boldness to accomplish something no one else dares to try, to possess the courage to be afraid and to have the courage to forgive, if not forget.    SELFLESS   First of all, a hero needs to be selfless, which is, to say, that the hero needs to believe that all other people are just as import

This is a story about a little autumn maple leaf who has not fallen from the tree, YET! Little Maple Leafla couldn't sleep. She was thinking about going to Ground School with her friends. She loved her teachers, and she was really excited to get to meet them again after her summer break.                               “Leafla, come down to breakfast,” Leafla’s mom called, “School starts in half an hour and you don’t want to get late.” “Coming mom,” Leafla called out. She ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth. After Leafla finished, she darted down the stairs, being awoken by the smell of waffles, her favorite. While Leafla ate breakfast, her dad walked into the kitchen. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you there?” he asked. “No, thanks, I don’t mind flying,” Leafla said after swallowing a big waffly bite. Her school was just ten feet away, in the other branch.  "Have fun," her parents said once Leafla was out the door.  After flying to her bus stop, she sat on he