One day Ashley used her fluffy shampoo to wash her dry hair, but as soon as she tried to squeeze it out of the bottle, the neon orange soap turned solid. Then, it turned into hundreds of bits of shredded bits of orange paper. Suddenly, it turned into a neatly folded origami crane. - Raymond Chen (Gr.1 )

Last seen, the shampoo was a phenomenon as shelves cleared of the majestic product that foamed delicate, airy, light bubbles even softening the crevices of fingers that massaged the scalp, leaving hair glistening in the sun, pearlescent as ever; there was no need for conditioner any longer! These products would swoop into my corner store in such abundance, skyrocketing my sales just as it did for quality of hair; however, it now remains a sought-after mystery. Where did all the shiny life-changing bottles go, or in other words, my grand income for a stylish sports car? - Elisabeth Lau (Gr. 8)

My hands trembled around the handle of the gun as we approached the dead-end of this alley. The moonlight reflected off the small river of sweet-smelling blood that had been collected in the gravel cavities. A silhouette, then a figure appeared: a life-sized shampoo bottle with a knife stuck in the head of its dispenser. - Wendy Wen (Gr. 11)

Millions of people showed up to see the famous ice cubes on the day ICEVRE, the ice museum, opened up, where everything is made of ice, even the gift shop. The next morning the guards went to check on the museum, but when they tried to push opened the door it wouldn’t open, so they broke into their own museum. The museum’s most priceless items had disappeared into thin air, and the floor turned into a ice skating rink, and the stairs turned into ice slides.- Ethan Wang (Gr. 4)

As a blinding light illuminated the dark streets of the city, the clock struck midnight, marking the first of March. Next morning, every householder would wake up to find that one of their many ice cubes had turned an eerie, ominous stark red. Frozen between the rigid ice rested a piece of creamy paper, yellowed by age, that read, "1/31". - George Wang (Gr. 6)

It became a hot day as the clouds slowly faded away from the sun, holding a cup full of water and ice in my hand. Wiping sweat off my forehead, I lift the cup of water to my mouth, realizing that there was nothing but warm liquid inside. It was cold just a second ago, what had happened? - Kristen Lee (Gr. 7)

Bluey couldn't take it anymore so he decided to leave the box because was sick and tired of being the driest marker with the least ink since he was used the most. Overworked and exhausted, he rolled out of the box because he wanted to travel across the world to find a nice land of paper with rivers of ink. After days of travelling, he finally found the land of the inky rivers where he laid down beside a bank of blue ink. - Timmy Tang (Gr. 3)

There was a marker that never ran out of ink and whoever uses it will see their drawing become real. Once someone drew a tiger, and it became a plushie, so the marker never draws anything that turns into a living soul. The marker wanted to have a rightful owner, that would use it for good and not evil, but everyone who had picked him up was greedy, until one day she picked him up and his whole life changed. - Kevin Ma (Gr. 5)

Emma loved to color and paint, but one day all her markers ran dry but they were poor so she didn’t ask her dad and while she was being sad, a squirrel came to her window with one tiny black marker in its paws. She took the marker and drew a couple of pictures, expecting it to run dry soon, but it didn't.“ I wish I could have more colors” she said, “red would be very nice”, and as soon as she said that, the marker turned red. - Sofia Varma-Vitug (Gr. 7)