Eighth Grade 2020
First Place: Grigory Martirosyan, Yerevan
You open an old book and out comes...
One day I was just chilling in my bedroom and started hearing weird knocks from the attic. My mum wasn't home and forbided going to the attic before she left. Once I got lost and was found later that day in the attic. I decided to ignore the knocks.
After a minute it kept getting louder, and louder, and louder until I couldn't take it anymore. I got into the attic. It was dark and I could only navigete myself with the sound of the knocks. I found something that felt like a briefcase. I took it to my bedroom. It was locked. For the rest of the day I kept trying to open it. After numerous failed attempts I grunted "Why won't you open?" It suddenly opened. I said "Wasn't it closed just a second ago." And it closed itself. It so appears that the words "open" and "close" trigger the lock. Without further ado I opened it. Inside was a book, so old, that the letters couldn't be seen. I blowed the dust off the book. The title read "W...t...h...t for beginners." After a long day I went to sleep, but I couldn't. Then I thought that if I opened the book I could understand the title. Without a single doubt, after reading the first page I realised the title was "Witchcraft for beginners." The first recipe of the book was named "Sugar juice." Sugar juice seperatly is useless but it is used for every other recipe in the book. If I boiled the sugar juice, I would get an underwater breathing juice. I instantly wanted, but it was too late so I went to sleep. The first thing in the morning I went to find a sallamurder. It was the main ingridient. Next thing I mixed it with water and sugar And voila, the sugar juice was ready. After boiling it I made an under water breathing juice and drank it. I had to test it. There was a lake by our house. I swam in it. On the bottom of it I saw something Shaped like a car. I dived towards it and opened the glove compartment because why not. 8 golden bars were in there. I barely got them all on the surface. Since I had the book, I didn't need money, However my older brother had a huge college debt. I gave the gold bars to him and a conversation started, that went something like this.
"Where did you get all of this?" he asked siriously.
"I found them" I said
"Where?"
"On the bottom of the lake."
"On the bottom of the lake?! Do you realise how deep is that?"
"I have my secrets."
"Tell me now or I'm telling mom"
"Fine. I found a witchcraft book, that had an underwater breathing recipe
"That can't be true."
"Well, it is"
"Prove it."
"Fine. Here is the book and next I was gonna make a Flying juice. Let's make it together."
"Alright."
The recipe started. 1 sugar juice, 5 pigeon Feathers and a tiny pinch of Salt. I made the sugar juice. We had salt at home, so the hardest part were the feathers. Pigeons are pretty much blind, so catching them was no problem. But they bit us, a lot. Finally, after the worst 20 minutes of my life, the juice was ready. It was meant for one person and 20 minutes. If we split it, we would have 10 minutes of flight each. My brother drank First. He was flying within seconds. It was hard to control and was more like levitating. I drank it. drinking it in the house was probably for the best. Outside of the house would be dangerous, considering that we would fly away. I fell on my bed. My brother wasn't as lucky and landed on the bathroom floor. The recipes kept getting harder to make and better to use. So I scrolled to until the end and saw a number that read "-568". There was a whole near it. I put my finger in it. It pinched me and took "Blood analysis." The number changed to "69." On the bottom of the page the name "Carla Hitchers" changed to my name, "Nancy Hitchers". I ignored it. After making more potions the number kept getting lower, until it got to "58". I was confused so I asked my brother about it. He said that we had a grandma 500 years ago named Carla. After recklessly asking my mother She said that Carla lived at the witch massacre period, and was almost killed. After thinking for a while I came to conclusion, that se was a witch, that was her book and the numbers meant the amount of years left to live. I last 13 years of my life because of that book. I threw the book into the lake, that no one could getin to see the book. Without the book no one could breath underwater for find it.
I was 13 at the time. Right now I'm 68 and am having my last birthday. Power like that can and will cost you your life or something expensive to you. I regret it. Unfortunately nothing can be changed now. All actions have consequences and I didn't think of that back then.
Second Place: Elen Voskanyan, Vanadzor
You open an old book and out comes...
-AAh, my head!
I opened my eyes. Oh, again I was on the floor so I moved to our kitchen to take a water. And everything started from that.
-Du...
I fell. Again I was on the floor. I looked at the floor.
-Grandma, you forgot your "How to hurt people" old book in my room. Oh, yes this book really knows how to hurt people. My leg is hurt yet...
So I felt, because of grandma's old book. I shouted a lot, but my grandmother wasn't at home. So I decided to take the book to our library, and...
I read again the name of the book "How to hurt people." So i thought that it's really a great book, because it has hurt me. I opened a book and...
-AhAhAh . please help me, please..
2hours later
-Ou, my head.
I opened my eyes, again I was on the floor. But what was with me. I remembered, that I opened a book and something terrible came out of it, and flied from Window. Maybe it was a monster, Oh yes I remembered his laugh (it was terrible). But where was he? I looked at a window.
-Oh, my God.
-The view was horrible, it was grey, and stormy weather. People were too sad, children were crying all prisoners come out from prisons. So something strange has happened.
-Oh, yes I saw the same monster, that came out of this book. So he really hurt people.
I read some pages of this book, it said.
-Who opened this book, he or she should close it, else the world will be hurt...
I shouted.
-Monster, come here, if your'e not afraid of me.
Oh again I listen his laugh, he came and tried to take me with him. This was horrible. After some hours I woked up. Again on floor. But that time I wasn't only one who was on the floor. By my side was a little girl and big bou so I frightened asked them,
-Where we are?
A boy said that, now we are slaves of Hurt.
This words maked me to think what I did that morning.
-AHA
Everyone was shouting. the Hurt was comming, He looked in my eyes and said that, I helped him to make hurt people.
So that moment, I became angry and looked him eyes and said.
-You're too weak, I read your book. In your childhood no one loved you, so now you decide to hurt people, but they did a nothing, please realize these words, please be strong and be kind to people and everyone will be kind with you and they will love you. Realize these words.
I was shocked, maybe everyone was shocked, they looked at me. I didn't have a hope that these words would make realize him. But he looked at me. His tears were going on his face. At the moment I thought that he was the kindest person I've ever met.
He looked at me. At that moment he changed the world better. And he quietly went in the book (The book was in my hands). Suddently I saw that, the name of the book changed to "How to make a people kind". In book was today's story. So it really makes me cry, because I could chang one bad creature to kind,
So after these day I realize that some words really can change the world. And even in bad people you can find something good. Just be kind!!!
Third Place: Alexander Saghyan, Yerevan
You open an old book and out comes...
It was time for exams, The turn has come for history. Me and my friend went to the local library, in hopes of finding literature that had something to do with the Roman Empire. The librarian shows us the history isle, there weren't many books left. all students in town had to prepare. When I was looking through the shelves, a book with a leather cover caught my eye. The title of the book was written in an unknown, for me, language. I thought I could open it, and see what's written in it. But as soon as I opened It, My friend disappeared, the walls of the library slowly faded, and I Realized, something had happened. I took a look at my surroundings, It seemed I was in a catholic church. A quick hint, the Roman empire was catholic. But as soon as I opened the ginormous doors, i knew it wasn't Rome. The architechture looked like it was from western Europe, Maybe France? I thought, but then I noticed a building, that I have previously seen, when I traveled to Germany, I was convinced it was Germany.
I took a glance at the church again, and I saw a poster on the doors. it had 90 points, written across it, suggesting why church is overrated, and that churches scam people. I remembered my history class, about the times, when Martin Luther, A protistant, was battling the catholic church. I knew it was dangerous at that time, since the church went for everyone, who they suspected. But I risked it, I walked around the city, It felt amazing. I could now feel and see everything I have seen in my history books. But I soon realized I had to find a way out. When I was going back to where I came from, I noticed the very first person on the street, he looked a bit like my friend, though he wore a monk outfit. I thought of my friend, and unwillingly shouted out his name, the person turned around to look at me, and he knew who I was. I have found my friend, I asked him how he got here, and it was made clear we had identical stories, we went back to the church, the church wasn't there, It was a small building, instead a library.
We came closer to the building, it was the library we were in, 20 minutes ago, we decided to go in, everything looked as normal as it could get, we decided to go to the place we found the book at, It was no longer there. I thought of that instance until the exams, when the exam day came, I wrote an excellent essay, about 17th-18th centuries Germany, I got an A+, even though I was supposed to write about the Roman Empire, I still did good, all thanks to an old, mistery of Aohbook. That same summer, I went to the library again, our teacher requested us to read a book throughout the summer, as I was walking to the Fairy Tale Isle, I went Past the History Isle, and noticed the Book, It was Showing behind two other books, I went there, took the book, but didn't open It, I took It home, forgetting about the book I went there for. In ten years, I was the youngest professor at the Harward university. teaching, of course, History. So kids, don't Judge a book by it's old or boring cover, that one book, could change your life.
You open an old book and out comes...
One day I was just chilling in my bedroom and started hearing weird knocks from the attic. My mum wasn't home and forbided going to the attic before she left. Once I got lost and was found later that day in the attic. I decided to ignore the knocks.
After a minute it kept getting louder, and louder, and louder until I couldn't take it anymore. I got into the attic. It was dark and I could only navigete myself with the sound of the knocks. I found something that felt like a briefcase. I took it to my bedroom. It was locked. For the rest of the day I kept trying to open it. After numerous failed attempts I grunted "Why won't you open?" It suddenly opened. I said "Wasn't it closed just a second ago." And it closed itself. It so appears that the words "open" and "close" trigger the lock. Without further ado I opened it. Inside was a book, so old, that the letters couldn't be seen. I blowed the dust off the book. The title read "W...t...h...t for beginners." After a long day I went to sleep, but I couldn't. Then I thought that if I opened the book I could understand the title. Without a single doubt, after reading the first page I realised the title was "Witchcraft for beginners." The first recipe of the book was named "Sugar juice." Sugar juice seperatly is useless but it is used for every other recipe in the book. If I boiled the sugar juice, I would get an underwater breathing juice. I instantly wanted, but it was too late so I went to sleep. The first thing in the morning I went to find a sallamurder. It was the main ingridient. Next thing I mixed it with water and sugar And voila, the sugar juice was ready. After boiling it I made an under water breathing juice and drank it. I had to test it. There was a lake by our house. I swam in it. On the bottom of it I saw something Shaped like a car. I dived towards it and opened the glove compartment because why not. 8 golden bars were in there. I barely got them all on the surface. Since I had the book, I didn't need money, However my older brother had a huge college debt. I gave the gold bars to him and a conversation started, that went something like this.
"Where did you get all of this?" he asked siriously.
"I found them" I said
"Where?"
"On the bottom of the lake."
"On the bottom of the lake?! Do you realise how deep is that?"
"I have my secrets."
"Tell me now or I'm telling mom"
"Fine. I found a witchcraft book, that had an underwater breathing recipe
"That can't be true."
"Well, it is"
"Prove it."
"Fine. Here is the book and next I was gonna make a Flying juice. Let's make it together."
"Alright."
The recipe started. 1 sugar juice, 5 pigeon Feathers and a tiny pinch of Salt. I made the sugar juice. We had salt at home, so the hardest part were the feathers. Pigeons are pretty much blind, so catching them was no problem. But they bit us, a lot. Finally, after the worst 20 minutes of my life, the juice was ready. It was meant for one person and 20 minutes. If we split it, we would have 10 minutes of flight each. My brother drank First. He was flying within seconds. It was hard to control and was more like levitating. I drank it. drinking it in the house was probably for the best. Outside of the house would be dangerous, considering that we would fly away. I fell on my bed. My brother wasn't as lucky and landed on the bathroom floor. The recipes kept getting harder to make and better to use. So I scrolled to until the end and saw a number that read "-568". There was a whole near it. I put my finger in it. It pinched me and took "Blood analysis." The number changed to "69." On the bottom of the page the name "Carla Hitchers" changed to my name, "Nancy Hitchers". I ignored it. After making more potions the number kept getting lower, until it got to "58". I was confused so I asked my brother about it. He said that we had a grandma 500 years ago named Carla. After recklessly asking my mother She said that Carla lived at the witch massacre period, and was almost killed. After thinking for a while I came to conclusion, that se was a witch, that was her book and the numbers meant the amount of years left to live. I last 13 years of my life because of that book. I threw the book into the lake, that no one could getin to see the book. Without the book no one could breath underwater for find it.
I was 13 at the time. Right now I'm 68 and am having my last birthday. Power like that can and will cost you your life or something expensive to you. I regret it. Unfortunately nothing can be changed now. All actions have consequences and I didn't think of that back then.
Second Place: Elen Voskanyan, Vanadzor
You open an old book and out comes...
-AAh, my head!
I opened my eyes. Oh, again I was on the floor so I moved to our kitchen to take a water. And everything started from that.
-Du...
I fell. Again I was on the floor. I looked at the floor.
-Grandma, you forgot your "How to hurt people" old book in my room. Oh, yes this book really knows how to hurt people. My leg is hurt yet...
So I felt, because of grandma's old book. I shouted a lot, but my grandmother wasn't at home. So I decided to take the book to our library, and...
I read again the name of the book "How to hurt people." So i thought that it's really a great book, because it has hurt me. I opened a book and...
-AhAhAh . please help me, please..
2hours later
-Ou, my head.
I opened my eyes, again I was on the floor. But what was with me. I remembered, that I opened a book and something terrible came out of it, and flied from Window. Maybe it was a monster, Oh yes I remembered his laugh (it was terrible). But where was he? I looked at a window.
-Oh, my God.
-The view was horrible, it was grey, and stormy weather. People were too sad, children were crying all prisoners come out from prisons. So something strange has happened.
-Oh, yes I saw the same monster, that came out of this book. So he really hurt people.
I read some pages of this book, it said.
-Who opened this book, he or she should close it, else the world will be hurt...
I shouted.
-Monster, come here, if your'e not afraid of me.
Oh again I listen his laugh, he came and tried to take me with him. This was horrible. After some hours I woked up. Again on floor. But that time I wasn't only one who was on the floor. By my side was a little girl and big bou so I frightened asked them,
-Where we are?
A boy said that, now we are slaves of Hurt.
This words maked me to think what I did that morning.
-AHA
Everyone was shouting. the Hurt was comming, He looked in my eyes and said that, I helped him to make hurt people.
So that moment, I became angry and looked him eyes and said.
-You're too weak, I read your book. In your childhood no one loved you, so now you decide to hurt people, but they did a nothing, please realize these words, please be strong and be kind to people and everyone will be kind with you and they will love you. Realize these words.
I was shocked, maybe everyone was shocked, they looked at me. I didn't have a hope that these words would make realize him. But he looked at me. His tears were going on his face. At the moment I thought that he was the kindest person I've ever met.
He looked at me. At that moment he changed the world better. And he quietly went in the book (The book was in my hands). Suddently I saw that, the name of the book changed to "How to make a people kind". In book was today's story. So it really makes me cry, because I could chang one bad creature to kind,
So after these day I realize that some words really can change the world. And even in bad people you can find something good. Just be kind!!!
Third Place: Alexander Saghyan, Yerevan
You open an old book and out comes...
It was time for exams, The turn has come for history. Me and my friend went to the local library, in hopes of finding literature that had something to do with the Roman Empire. The librarian shows us the history isle, there weren't many books left. all students in town had to prepare. When I was looking through the shelves, a book with a leather cover caught my eye. The title of the book was written in an unknown, for me, language. I thought I could open it, and see what's written in it. But as soon as I opened It, My friend disappeared, the walls of the library slowly faded, and I Realized, something had happened. I took a look at my surroundings, It seemed I was in a catholic church. A quick hint, the Roman empire was catholic. But as soon as I opened the ginormous doors, i knew it wasn't Rome. The architechture looked like it was from western Europe, Maybe France? I thought, but then I noticed a building, that I have previously seen, when I traveled to Germany, I was convinced it was Germany.
I took a glance at the church again, and I saw a poster on the doors. it had 90 points, written across it, suggesting why church is overrated, and that churches scam people. I remembered my history class, about the times, when Martin Luther, A protistant, was battling the catholic church. I knew it was dangerous at that time, since the church went for everyone, who they suspected. But I risked it, I walked around the city, It felt amazing. I could now feel and see everything I have seen in my history books. But I soon realized I had to find a way out. When I was going back to where I came from, I noticed the very first person on the street, he looked a bit like my friend, though he wore a monk outfit. I thought of my friend, and unwillingly shouted out his name, the person turned around to look at me, and he knew who I was. I have found my friend, I asked him how he got here, and it was made clear we had identical stories, we went back to the church, the church wasn't there, It was a small building, instead a library.
We came closer to the building, it was the library we were in, 20 minutes ago, we decided to go in, everything looked as normal as it could get, we decided to go to the place we found the book at, It was no longer there. I thought of that instance until the exams, when the exam day came, I wrote an excellent essay, about 17th-18th centuries Germany, I got an A+, even though I was supposed to write about the Roman Empire, I still did good, all thanks to an old, mistery of Aohbook. That same summer, I went to the library again, our teacher requested us to read a book throughout the summer, as I was walking to the Fairy Tale Isle, I went Past the History Isle, and noticed the Book, It was Showing behind two other books, I went there, took the book, but didn't open It, I took It home, forgetting about the book I went there for. In ten years, I was the youngest professor at the Harward university. teaching, of course, History. So kids, don't Judge a book by it's old or boring cover, that one book, could change your life.