This week's featured story is by Ellie.
The Only Boat for Miles
In the rickety old canoe, Joanne was
trying not to get seasick. She was with
her mom, a natural
smart-aleck, and her brother, a scaredy-cat.
They were in the middle of the lake after a big wave swished them
away. Her mom kept making metaphorical opinions like,
“This water is a prison, and this canoe is our cell.” That didn’t help Joanne, she kept having to
shake herself out of hallucinations. Her brother’s head kept clashing against the side of the boat while he was lying
down. But Joanne wasn’t worried about
any of this, bad luck ran in the genetics
in her family. She knew what to do, sort
of.
-Ellie
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