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There was silence for a moment, they looked at each other confused, but they knew the exact answer to my question.
Both Vincent and Eduardo looked up to the sky and they both were stuck staring at the same thing once again. The bright Waning Crescent moon, which could make the dullest of nights glow and the darkest of holes seem like a beautiful dance floor.
“That’s right. You see, these two marks here are shaped like the moon, just like the one up there. One moon for each one of you.”
They could not process what had just been said. They just stayed as still as a prepossessing stone statue looking towards their future. The burn in my chest may be there until I’m in my death bed, six feet under, but their happiness... I’m hoping it will last forever.
My spirit came back to me and I closed my eyes to the world. My intuition sent an alarm. Something or someone was close to me. Instantaneously, I opened my eyes to a warm figure standing against the same brick building I had seen an hour ago. The figure came closer to the light. As she stood there with her white and pink flower apron, she gave me a cordial grin. She mouthed some words that to me looked like, “Go ahead,” but there was no time to doubt myself. Once again, I shut my eyes as the moon watched over me and my family.
Save the Book Emporium
by Jacob Goodman
8th Grade
Blue Ribbon
I was walking down the sidewalk, headed home. I could feel the cool city air on my face. It was New York city air, so it was as nice and as fresh as the city air could be. As I was crossing the street, the mail man said, “Hey Bob.” My name was Robert, but everybody who knew me called me Bob.
“Hey, how are you today?” His name was Max. He was very friendly, and we enjoyed our little morning conversations.
“You know, right now I'm actually delivering to Book Emporium.”
“Really? Are there any new books?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, I need to get going. See you later.” I started to walk
home. I lived in a brownstone on 14th street. Once I got home, I walked inside and went straight to the library. It was my favorite room in the house. The whole house was filled with books. There was probably a book in every room whether it be a cookbook in the kitchen, or a book in the library.
The phone started to ring. Once I answered I heard, “Bob, Bob hello,” said Karl who was the owner of Book Emporium.
I replied, “Do you have any new books?”
“Yes, we do. Would you like to come down to the store right now if you're not too busy?”
“Sure. I'll be there in a little while, how does noon sound?” “That's perfect.”
It was only 9:30, but I needed time to think. I was going to
write a new book but about what? I couldn't think of anything. I had written other books. My best seller was called Midnight Stroll. It was about a man who stumbles onto a dead body when he's walking home late one night. He contacts the police about it. Multiple different characters get roped into the investigation by different means. At the very end the murderer was the man who found the body in the first place because he planted it there to play it off as if he had just found it. I wasn't thinking of anything, so I decided to just call Karl back and tell him that I was coming now. The air outside was crisp and a pleasure to walk in. Not too cold but not too hot. The entrance to it wasn't big and extravagant. It was only as noticeable as it needed to be. The door creaked open. The store was small, almost all of it was covered in
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