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The Voice!

YWP's digital magazine, Issue 3!

READ the November issue of The Voice!

It's a special issue featuring Anthology 6, YWP's collection of the best writing and photography from the 2013-14 school year -- with the added bonus of sound. Listen to the writers read their work!

Special thanks to Morgan Quimby of Mount Mansfield Union High School for the beautiful cover photo!

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Letter to My Parents

Dear Mom and Dad,

I think that we have a pretty good relationship already, considering that I am a teenage girl and you are both far from your teenage years. We argue; sure. But I’d like to meet a family similar to our own without any conflict. No family is perfect. That aside, the purpose of this letter, though I’m not sure if you’ll ever read it, is to thank you for all that you’ve done for me. You both obviously contributed to bringing me into this world, which I am very thankful for. You fed me, changed my diapers--as horrendous a task that must have been, and also read to me. I remember almost every night, one of you would come upstairs with me and help me pick out a book. I remember this ritual very fondly, and it has probably helped me have a better understanding of words today. Read more »

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oceans - a poem on stigma.

this is the silence of your lover’s waning back,

and moonlight on nail and bone.

this is an ocean of unsaid words;

this is ink sinking past your palate,

sliding across your tongue, down your throat,

making you taste the last words

you ever said to him.

this is tar beneath battered pores

and flesh the color of evening sky,

and these are the hopes and fears

and suicidal dreams

of the people who capsized like ships

to unseen hurricanes.

be silent, for this moment,

and let me tell you of their pain.



walks with marks

of a suicide victim on her arms.

and suicide

is something that you would assume.

but what you don’t understand

is that she knows what it’s like Read more »

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My Guardian Angel

She's my guardian angel 

looking out for me

I owe her my life

shes always there for me


Looking out for me

I feel I'm not good enough

She's always there for me

I feel she deserves better


I feel I'm not good enough

She's promised she won't leave

I feel she deserves better

She insists there's no one better then me Read more »


The Blue Door

The Blue Door

This morning was just another normal day, but I had a feeling that it wouldn’t end up the way I expected. I brushed my long blond hair and put on my favorite neon pink t-shirt. Then I did other morning things and headed out the door.

It was cold and windy, but the blue skies were bright and filled with white fluffy clouds. Just another gorgeous winter day in Vermont. But today was different. I wasn’t really sure why either, until I walked by the small gray shed behind the baseball field on my way to school. There was a blue door. I had an overwhelming feeling that it wasn’t there yesterday. As a matter of fact, I know it wasn’t there yesterday. Read more »

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YWP resumes Third Thursday Speak Out Series!

Young Writers Project is resuming its Third Thursday series of monthly slams -- poetry, storytelling, music -- that will take place this year at Fletcher Free Library in Burlington. Read more »

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thanks for 

toppling over the dead and broken pine tree

that I was

and working the wood into a magic wand Read more »

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Hello Everybody! This is my latest and greatest work, A radio show called Radio With Roland.  I have been working on writing the script for this for two months now. It's a part of my college application to Bennington College. Read more »


Where is it?

Simplistic beauty,

like the oxygen that fuels our existence, we only notice the absence and not the presence.

Once upon a time similarities made friendly strangers,

and looking out the window was the best form of procastination. 

Now rustic arches beaming of human creation,

are useless things of the past.

Rich mountains protruding into the warm embrace of morning light, 

are only noticed by an amount of 'likes'.

And trees are only treasured in forms of Benjamins and Franklins. Read more »

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A Delicate Balance


Just a short story I had to write for English class. I liked how it turned out, so I figured I'd post it. Let me know what you think!


That night was cold as a sinner’s soul, and the snow was falling thick. The heavy, wet flakes were the sort that clung like needy hands, and soon they became all one could see, staining the countryside monochrome white until it was easy to feel like you were the only person left alive in the entire world.

Unsurprisingly, a car had spun off the road. It was immensely dark - the stormclouds blanketed the moon and stars - but to Cor, the crash site was easily visible, even nestled as it was in a well-wooded ditch, some ways away from the highway. The wreckage was glowing, you see. Crimson. She always saw the glow, when she arrived, though it wasn’t always the same color. Purple, blue, yellow. Read more »


My Guardian Angel

I was sitting at the table in the math room, debating over question ten. "It's not zero. It can't be zero. It's multiplication, not addition. Even though there's negative numbers in here," I declared, stabbing my finger at a negative nine, "The number will only keep getting bigger no matter what I do." Jack considered this briefly, then began to protest. I shook my head, hair whipping into my face. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and stared around in surprise. Everyone was gone. Even Mr Behre, with his half finished equation on the board. Just- gone. Disappeared.The papers pinned to the board fluttered.

Where had they gone? For some strange reason, I didn't panic. I wandered up the hallway in a trance-like state. When I made it to the lobby, I stared at the door. Outside the windows, an unfamiliar forest stood, full of dark, forbidding trees. I tried the door, but it was, predictably, locked. Read more »

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Society Kills.

Sit up straight. 

Eyes forward. 

Don't stare. 

Keep that smile! 

Always be happy. 

Show kindness to everyone. 

Always listen to your parents. 

Be perfect. 

School will help you in life. 

Only a man and a woman!

This type of music puts bad thoughts in your head. 

Never talk back. 


Just stay calm and everything will be alright. 


Use your manners. 

If you do this, you'll get in trouble.  Read more »

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