On this tab, you can read a little bit of a story I read or I am reading. Hope you enjoy these and decide to read it!
By: R. L. Stine
Claudia (clodeea) Walker surfaced slowly from a deep sleep. She felt something cool and damp covering her chest and legs. She could smell the salt air of the sea.
In the distance she heard waves breaking on the shore. She wanted to drift back into sleep but she couldn’t. Her face was burning.
She tried to open her eyes, but they seemed to be swollen shut. She struggled to sit up. But something-a thick, heavy weight-pressed down on her.
Claudia is rescued by a handsome boy. Her friends tell her that there is not a boy on the beach, yet they do not believe it is a ghost, but Claudia isn’t sure what to think.
Get the book to find out what happens next.
Don't Go To Sleep
By: R. L. Stine
It might seem long, but it is good. So before you think it is too long to read, please consider reading it.
I was going to sleep in the guest room. And nothing was going to stop me.
I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. What was the worst thing that could happen? Mom might get mad at me. So what?
I had no idea that when I woke up in the morning, my life would be a complete disaster.
My feet were cold. That was the first thing I realized when I woke up.
They were sticking out of the covers. I sat and tossed my blanket over them.
Then I pulled the blanket back up. Were those my feet?
They were huge. Not monster huge, but huge for me. Way bigger than the day they had been before.
Man, I thought. I’d heard about growth spurts. I knew kids grew fast at my age. But this was ridiculous!
I crept out of the guest room. I could here Mom, Pam (Matt's older sister), and Greg (Matts older brother) down stairs, eating breakfast.
Oh, no, I thought. I slept late. I hope no one noticed that I didn’t sleep in my room last night.
I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Every thing was weird.
When I touched the door knob, it seemed to be in the wrong place. As if someone had lowered it during the night. The ceiling felt lower too.
I turned on the light and glanced in the mirror.
Was that me?
I couldn’t stop staring at myself. I looked like myself-and I didn’t.
My face wasn’t so round. I touched my upper lip. It was covered with brown fuzz. And I was about six inches taller than I’d been the day before!
I-I was older. I looked about seventeen years old!
No, no, I thought. This can’t be right. I’ve got to be imagining this.
I’ll just close my eyes for a minute. When I opened them, I’ll be 12 again.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I counted to ten.
I opened my eyes.
Nothing had changed.
I was a teenager!
My heart began to pound. I’d read that old story about Rip Van Winkle. He goes to sleep for a hundred years. When he wakes up, everything is different.
Did that happen to me? I wondered. Did I just sleep for four years straight?
I hurried downstairs to find Mom. She’d tell me what was going on.
I raced downstairs in my pajamas. I wasn’t used to having such big feet. On the third step, I tripped over my left foot.
I rolled the rest of the way down.
I landed on my face in front of the kitchen. Greg and Pam cracked up-of course.
“Nice one, Matt!” Greg said “Ten points!”
I dragged my self to my feet. I had no time for Greg’s jokes. I had to talk to Mom.
She sat at the kitchen table, eating eggs.
“Mom!” I cried. “look at me!”
She looked at me. “I see you. You’re not dressed yet. You’d better hurry up, or you’ll be late for school.”
“But mom!” I insisted. “I’m-I’m a teenager!”
“I’m all to aware of that,” Mom said. “Now hurry up. I’m leaving in 15 minutes.”
“Yeah, hurry up Matt,” Pam piped up. “You’ll make us late for school.”
I turned to snap at her-but stopped. She and Greg sat at the table, munching cereal.
Nothing weird about that, right?
The only thing was, they looked different too. If I were 16, Pam and Greg should have been 19 and 20.
But they weren’t. they weren’t even 15 and 16.
They looked 11 and 12!
They’d gotten younger!
There are a lot more changes that happen to him. Get the book to find out what happens next (the movie is DEFFONALLY not as good).
By: Stephenie Meyer
I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pushing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet sent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been any whole in my chest. It was perfect-not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place.