Group books
New feature: Writing group books
Submitted by ggevalt on February 15, 2008 - 14:49.Some of you may remember our Young Writers Project collaborative writing experiment -- Book Pages!
Technical difficulties last spring forced us to halt this fun experiment but now it's back. Thanks to one of our users who asked if she could add to a story that was posted. I've managed to find some of the old stories that were just getting started. But feel free to start your own new story or narrative poem. Here's how the "Group books" works:
- To create a new story or Book Page: Click "create content" (or link below) and click on "Book Page." It behaves just like your blog. Make sure you put Group books in the keywords (exactly like that: Capital "G" space and small "b" and plural).
- To add to someone else's story or Book Page: Click on the following links and "Add a child page" to the story once it's opened. You can see other pages in a title link below each story.
Have fun.
gg
music lessons (i forgot to capitalize, whoops!)
Submitted by YaMoGeekRoZ on March 9, 2008 - 19:19.i didn't know what to think the first time i saw that women walking down those stairs. just like i didn't know what to think the when i was looking for one of my papers and stumbled upon my sister's compostition on the computer's hard drive.
i was too shocked, and too amazed both times.
Lydia's Diary
Submitted by ggevalt on February 15, 2008 - 10:16.This is the first pass at a story that has been in my head for years, a story triggered by an 11-month diary of a young girl from this time. This story was presented by Vermont Stage Company during its 2007 Winter Tales production. Feel free to add to this story by creating a "child Page." Choose Lydia's World as "parent" and include Keywords: group books
By Geoffrey Gevalt
YWP Editor
December 24, 1894. Barton, Vermont. Four below. Cloudy. Storm brewing.
My name is Lydia. I’m 18 years old and live in Barton at a small farm with four brothers. I write this by candle, near the edge of my bed. It’s been a month since the trouble, since I disobeyed Pa and went out riding with Nathaniel in his two-wheeled gig. It was a cold November day, and we was bundled up against the gray. I was supposed to be home doin’ chores. I knew that. But when Nathaniel had stopped by, I just went anyways.
I’d met Nathaniel in the summertime. I was home doin’ the floors. I’d been baking pies for two days using the early apples and Pa and Ma had gone to town with the boys to sell them. Had some eggs and butter and the last of the wool, too. I was to stay at home. I always stay at home it seems like. Pa says it ain’t right that no one else’s come to courtin’, says goin’ to town is like parading me around. So my only day out now is Sundays to church. Pa says at 18 I’m almost past marrying age.
Divorce
Submitted by writingluver on February 9, 2007 - 08:54.She sat at the table, a scowl on her face wondering, why was life so hard? Why couldn’t it be perfect? Your parents would never get into fights and there wouldn’t be any problems? It just made Abby want to scream inside, knowing what was happening to her parents’ relationship.
The Dark Forest
Submitted by fiona080496 on January 10, 2007 - 23:16.A Dark Forest
suffering winds
creppy howls
sly, yellow glowing eyes
A coyote?
A fox?
A wolf?
A Bobcat?
It howls
It growls
It's........It's.......
a, phew, what a relive
just my old dog who follows me around!
The Story of Carissa
Submitted by chaiyaprovo on December 14, 2006 - 14:06.Run. That's all that she could do: run as fast as she could away from the creature. Carrissa could only see it's shadow when it passed overhead, and the size was enough to scare her into speeding up. She had never been this scared before in her entire sixteen years of existance. And, honestly, she likely would never be this scared again.
THe dancing child
Submitted by L-girl on December 3, 2006 - 17:22.Why are they so grumpy, thought the girl, as she stared at her shiny black shoes resting, touching.
This is one of the greatest days of my life and all they can do is fight. If they didn't want me to dance, why did they pay for all those lessons. If they didn't want me to go onto the stage, why did they let me audition.
Showgirls and Dolls
Submitted by whichwaytowaffles on November 18, 2006 - 10:49.Showgirls and Dolls: the Dance of Experience and Innocence
