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In our never-ending effort to get you to write far more and far better than you ever imagined, YWP is excited to announce its first ever IdeaBoard Challenge. The challenge is simple: Create as many 500-character or less moments, ideas or stories and/or comments on others' posts on the IdeaBoard page AND get as many NEW people to join this site and participate.
DETAILS? Go to IdeaBoard (click link or click menu tab above), create a 500-character story and/or extend the stories of others by clicking comment under their entry AND see how many other people you know to join this site and participate in Storyboard.
REWARD? A spanking-new copy of The Chronicles of Harris Burdock -- 14 famous authors' stories stimulated by Chris Van Allsburg drawings. AND a Nutty Steph or Lake Champlain Chocolate bar of your choice.
CRITERIA? The elusive and secret youth/mentor/YWP staff judges will look at 1) Quantity of entries (we love volume sometimes!); 2) Quality of entries (aw shucks!); 3) Quantity and Quality of extensions (click comment) to others' stories or comments (click comment) to others' stories on the IdeaBoard page; AND FINALLY 4) The Number of New People you beg, bribe, convince to sign up and participate on this site. (New entry in account creation form: "Referred to this site by ..." tell them to use your username.)
DEADLINE: 2:22 p.m. MONDAY, Feb. 2.
ARE YOU UP TO IT?
P.S. Yes, I know, I changed the name. I realized that writing a story is daunting, a 500-character story is downright frightening and really all we are urging you to try to do is jot down some ideas, a moment at school or at home or at an event or, yes, a story if you have one. But this is intended to be IDEAS not necessarily finished work. -gg
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For as long as either of our organizations have been in existence, YWP has supported and encouraged high school students to attend the Champlain College Young Writers Conference held on Memorial Day weekend (usually) at Champlain College in Burlington. Led by Jim Ellefson, CC's poet-in-residence, the three-day overnight conference (May 29-31) is inspiring, fun, challenging, collegial. You will make friends, improve your writing, take creative risks. There is a cost -- $10 for the application and $365 for the weekend -- but we nonetheless endorse this program. And I'm sure that those of you have attended, will leave some comments below.
THE DEADLINE TO APPLY approaches quickly: Feb. 17. Here's the link: http://www.champlain.
For more info: Lesley Wright | Co-Director | (802) 865-8456 | firstname.lastname@example.org
Click Read More, to read the detailed invite from Jim Ellefson.
The January issue of The Voice is out! Read and enjoy! Meet the Writer of the Month -- Zo-Chan -- & the Featured Commenter -- PaigeT! Subscribe Today! It's easy -- just click on the Subscribe form in the magazine and you'll receive your FREE monthly subscription!
"I can't stress enough the importance of communicating with the other writers." -Zo-chan (Check the interview on page 21.)
If you are in the mag, CONGRATS. If not, keep on writing for the next issue! Coming in February!
Young Writers Project wants YOU to work with our creative team this summer!
Join us for an 8-week YWP Fellowship at our Burlington headquarters and help us:
. Test the redesign of youngwritersproject.org
. Brainstorm the best prompts list YWP has ever seen
. Work on the team preparing Anthology 7
. Interview writers, young and older, for YWP videos
. Introduce new features for The Voice
. Mentor other writers
. Pitch in with fun office tasks like data entry
Deadline for applications: Friday, Jan. 30
Seven Minutes | Seven Prompts | 3.12.15
Vermont Writes Day 2015 is THURSDAY, MARCH 12!
Mark your calendars for this amazing, fun statewide day of writing!
It's the day we stop everything for JUST SEVEN MINUTES and WRITE!
It's open to anyone and everyone who loves a good story and wants to share it: students, teachers, principals
and anyone else who happens to be walking the school's hallways that day! Click Read More for details!
|Vermont Writes Day ebook 2014.pdf||1.11 MB|
when the snow is lit by apartment complexes, instead of by distant starlight,
when the mountain tops no longer can sing to one another,
when the trails throughout the forest are made of tarmac, instead of memories,
that’s when i’ll leave Vermont.
when the smallest dirt road becomes a six lane thoroughfare,
when the last ma & pa restaurant is replaced with a nationwide chain,
when the final majestic moose head is mounted to a wall, instead of its own body,
that’s when i’ll leave Vermont.
a man once said to me
"wearing those shorts
is like putting steak in front of a dog
and telling the dog
that he can't have it."
he was trying to ignore the problem that he
but, in fact,
he only illustrated it.
because, actually, the metaphor is quite
we think of men like untrained dogs.
I woke up. I had no idea where I was. I could have sworn I went to sleep in my own bed. Last Night I had some odd dreams about slavery and Harriet Tubman, but we were learning about her yesterday in history. It felt like I had slept on concrete. When I looked down, I discovered how close that had been to being true. I had been sleeping on frozen ground. I discovered something else from looking down, though.
designer heels sink into concrete quicksand
blinking tops of skyscrapers become our lighthouse
the waves of dreams and love almost drown us
but the men with gelled hair and epensive suits
hiding bottles of antidepressants and other younger
behind their backs
have made us perfect boats
The shadow moved with the setting sun.
And a pale hand held a gun.
Soft colors were in the sky as the light knelt down.
Seeing him walking around and around.
Cloaked are the stars as they start to cut through.
Two arms in the air as the pistol blew.
The moon moves forward and the sun is lost.
The death of a boy comes at a great cost.
A darkness whispers in between the shades of dusk.
A shadow has formed into a silhouette.
Gasping for air and reaching out,
I was loath to have this growth removed