Hi there! Lit Space is in need of a new logo. It's important to us to have a logo that represents the people who contribute to our magazine by submitting their amazing art and writing! That's why we've decided that we want YOU design our new logo!
Anyone between the ages of twelve and eighteen can enter our 2018 Logo Design Contest! The only rule for entering this contest is that your design must include the words "Lit Space" in large, clear, and easy to read letters! You can use ANY media of visual art to design and create your idea of what our new logo should be!
Because we value each and every one of your submissions, everyone who participates in the contest will have their work published to the website and will receive a digital certificate of participation!
One winner's work will be chosen to become the official logo of Lit Space Magazine! The winner's design will be used as the profile picture for Lit Space's Gmail and Blogger accounts. The winner will also receive a digital certificate and will be offered a chance to participate in a short, written interview. The completed interview will be published to our website!
Please send us your submission in the form of a JPG or PNG file to lit.space.submissions@gmail.com before October 17th, 2018! Also, if you'd like, you can write a sentence about why you think your design should be Lit Space's new logo, and send it to us along with your artwork!
We're so excited to see what you come up with!
If you have any questions, comment below, and our editors will get back to you soon!
Friday, August 17, 2018
Thursday, August 16, 2018
Fiction: The Haunted Bed, by Kaia A
My friends and I were in my room playing when the doorbell rang. Mom opened the door. The man at the door was our friend, Brock Boeser. Brock was a tall, muscular man in his thirties at the door who was bringing us the bed we’d bought at Goodwill.
The mattress looked ancient and looked as hard as a rock. We took the bed from Brock, who looked very sweaty because he’d played a game of ice hockey before he dragged the bed over to our house. My mom thanked Brock for bringing the bed over.
Meanwhile, I lay down in the bed to try it out and see if it was comfortable. I didn’t know that the bed had belonged to an elderly couple living in a mansion on Bainbridge Island. It was said that they had left one of their beds in the mansion they had lived in, and some pirates came one night and filled up the mattress with treasure.
Then, I helped Mom drag the bed upstairs, and when she was lifting it, I heard something inside the mattress. It sounded like money! Once mom went downstairs, I quickly went over to the bed. I started ripping the mattress apart. If mom found out what I was doing, she would be flabbergasted. After I finished ripping the mattress apart, I saw the most incredible thing! There were diamonds and rubies and so many coins. I thought this was the best thing in the whole world. I heard mom coming up the stairs and I was frightened. I was panicking because I didn’t want her to know what I had done - I’d just ripped apart our new mattress! I quickly hid the remains of the mattress under my old bed (we were going to throw out my old bed tomorrow so that I could use the new one instead. Tonight, I was still going to sleep in my old bed.) thinking she wouldn’t see it. She never sees anything anyway unless I do something stupid in front of her.
Still, I needed a distraction so that she wouldn’t think anything odd was going on. She came into my room and saw I was painting my nails. She was very impressed with me, because she thought I was teaching myself how to paint my nails. She then guessed that I was up to something suspicious. I’ve never been a fan of nail polish, and my mom knows that. I took the remains of mattress out from underneath my old bed, and carefully dissected it more, but there were no more treasures to be found, except a huge skeleton! I screamed when I saw it. I then found a box to put all of my new loot into. Except the skeleton. I didn’t want the skeleton. I only wanted the diamonds, rubies, and coins.
That night, right before I went to sleep, I heard something really strange under my bed. I don’t even know how to describe that sound. It was just - strange. I looked under my bed to see that the mattress that I’d taken apart had fixed itself. It looked as good as new. Well, at least now I won’t get in trouble for ripping apart the mattress, looking for the treasure inside. Mom would never know what I did.
But when Mom was coming to tuck me into bed that same night, I saw that the diamonds were glowing from inside the cardboard box I’d stored them in, and I was scared that mom would find out what I had been doing.
When Mom came in, I saw the surprised look on her face. She asked, “Where is the glow coming from?” When I couldn’t come up with a good answer, because I was hesitant to tell her about the diamonds, she said angrily, “If you don’t figure out where out where that glow is coming from, young lady, you’re going to be in trouble.”
Mom left the room. I knew I had to hide the diamonds somewhere that she wouldn’t see them. I remembered that I had bought a diamond-shaped night night at the dollar store the other day! The nightlight I had bought were still in my backpack from after school when I went to the dollar store, and the backpack was downstairs in the front corridor. After my mom went to sleep, I crept downstairs to my backpack to get the nightlight, and then I quickly brought it upstairs and opened the plastic wrapping that was around it. I put the real diamonds and the rest of the loot in a different box, which looked like a book. All you had to do to see that it was really a box was open the cover of the “book.” Then, I put the diamond-shaped night light in the cardboard box that had previously stored the real loot.
I heard my mom coming up the stairs. She looked like she wasn’t getting much sleep. She asked, “What are you still doing up, dear? It’s past midnight, get to bed!”
I listened to her, but once I was in bed I was not very tired, so I looked underneath my bed to check on the new mattress. It looked perfectly normal, and it had stopped making the strange noises.
However, I was still uneasy. I decided to call the police and ask them to take the bed and skeleton away. I told them about everything that had happened last night. They probably didn’t believe me. I asked if I could still keep the diamonds, but the police said they wanted to examine them and then put them in a museum. They were very suspicious that I had stolen them, so I don’t think they wanted me to keep them.
I wondered if Brock Boeser had known about the diamonds before he'd given us the bed.
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
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