T h E ST r ON g EST w O m AN ON EA r T h

by Danielle LeMaster

have you heard of the strongest girl on Earth? Her name was Kimberly Mistymist. She was born February 5, 1726.

When she was born, people said she was as tiny and skinny as a pencil. She cried so loud as an infant that her tears looked like a rainstorm. She was so hungry, she drank her milk from ten cows a day!

Kimberly was four when she started school. The kids thought she was strong because she lifted her parents’ horse and wagon with one finger.

One day, when she was ten, she was exercising. She decided to lift her log cabin. The cabin slipped from her hands and broke in half.

Her parents were so mad, they grounded her. Kimberly stomped her feet because she was angry and made an earthquake that shook from Michigan to Texas. She kicked up mounds of dirt that were so enormous that it made up the Appalachian Mountains.

When she grew up and moved to her own house, people saw that she was the strongest woman on Earth.

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by Chad Dusina

born With Wings, this boy was ready to be the first human being to fly without a plane. This amazing boy had a pigeon for a friend.

One day, he was nominated to be the youngest man to go to war.

He was fifteen and he was an air fighter. He went to World War II. He came home with one shot in his wing, but he was all right.

He loved the summer because in the winter, he could only play video games, but in summer he could fly like the wind and play all day. He played catch, kickball, and basketball.

There had even been news reports of one flying person around U of M’s campus, but it was just Chad, the boy with wings.

The next day, when he woke up, he wasn’t inside. He was outside, sleeping on a clothesline on the U of M campus. This was odd because he didn’t remember going there. Then he saw a fake bat on string flying on the clothesline.

Chad untied the bat and flew away with it. As he looked at the bat, he saw the initials QM. “Quinn Michael?”

He realized he was being framed for stealing materials from the chemistry lab. Quinn’s plans didn’t work. He got caught trying to steal someone’s stink bomb. The boy with wings was cleared of all charges.

by DaQuann Harrison

once upon a time, there was a really flexible and very strong hero named Zackery. He was born in Gary, Indiana. He once went to gymnastics class and he was the top. When Zackery would lay in his bed, he could hear grasshoppers all the way down the road and people talking next door. Also, he was only twenty-two years old.

“Zackery! Get up, wash up! I need you to go to the bank,” his mom said one morning.

“Mom, I need money because I am trying to go to Disney on Ice tonight. Hip-hip-hooray!” Zackery got up and got dressed and went to the bank.

“Hi. May I withdraw $300 from my mother’s bank account?” asked Zackery.

“Yes, sir, you can,” replied the cashier.

“Thank you,” Zackery told the cashier.

“You are very welcome,” the cashier replied. “Help! Help! Help!” the cashier hollered.

“What is wrong?” Zackery yelled.

“Robbers! Robbers!” the cashier said.

“Call the police and tell them that we are at 1512 Miles Street,” Zackery said. “Which door did they go out of?” Zackery asked the cashier.

“The back door,” the cashier replied. “Wow, he can flip!” the cashier said.

Secret Agent Foster Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! Special Woman showed up. “Where did Zackery go?” Secret Agent Foster asked.

“They went out of the back door,” the cashier replied.

Woosh! Woosh! Look at Secret Agent Foster go!

“Remember, call the police,” Secret Agent Foster shouted.

“Oh yeah!” the cashier screamed.

Ring, ring, ring! “Emergency!”

“What’s the address?” asked the operator.

“Okay, this is a bank, and a man named Michael Jackson robbed the bank,” the cashier replied.

“Michael Jackson!” The operator told the cashier, “He is wanted for an armed robbery. I’m sending help now!”

“Thank you,” the cashier told the operator.

“You are welcome,” the operator replied.

Ring, ring, the police sirens sounded.

“Where is he?” the police officer asked.

“They are in the alley. I think he is hiding behind the garbage can,” the cashier replied.

“Okay!” the officer said.

“Hit the alley and the garbage can, boys,” the chief told all the cops.

“Ten-four,” all the cops replied.

“Help! Help!” Zackery and Secret Agent Foster said.

“Where are you?!” the cops asked.

“Behind the garbage can!” Zackery said.