Feb 15
burnsj's picture

Social media

Social media has taken are world over. Everything Is based around it. It was meant to communicate and share but now it's pretty much all we do. It was made for a good intention but many bad things have happened from it. Thousands of deaths have happened from cyber bullying and it mostly thanks to social media. If we never had it or end are use of it, it could really help us. You really only need call and text to talk to loved ones and friends and maybe in case of an emergency. You don't need all the other garbage looking at random pictures of people you don't know for hours on end. Just share your ideas and moments with the people you know. The whole world doesn't need to know your everyday life with all the hashtags and comments. Just keep it to yourself. All the mean tweets and anger in social media Isn't needed in our world already filled with anguish. All the news and lies spread on it is so unnecessary. Just get your news from the paper.
Feb 10

Do Your Best

Here it is: my Vermont Writes Day piece, straight from the page at Sound Check. What a wonderful day and a wonderful event! I'm so glad I got to take part in it. Thank you to YWP! 'Twas quite a full day, so perhaps more VT Writes from me soon—but I thought I'd get this out there before the holiday officially ends. Enjoy!

Dearest Child,

You are young. So young. Too young, some might say. You will likely not understand what I'm about to tell you. Someday, you will. But even then, you will be too young. So I'll start with the good.

You live in a beautiful world. It is home to the sky and the canyons and the stars and the streams. It is home to the birds and the trees and the rocks and the soil. And it is home to you. That is what makes it most beautiful of all—that you are here, and you are alive. Really, truly alive. Like everyone else on this planet. That is beautiful.
Feb 10

I Just Knew

I just knew
Something was different
About me
When I got butterflies when she talked to me
When I went out of my way to be near her 
Just like I had with him the year before
When I obsessed over Ginny just like I obsessed over Cedric

That summer
I just knew
I knew something had changed
That I wasn't like my friends
That my crushes wouldn't be only on boys
That I was like my sister, I would have girlfriends too

I also knew
I was happy
I finally knew myself
Something had finally clicked
And I understood
And I embraced my secret
That wouldn't be secret for long

Feb 10


Feb 10
fiction 1 comment challenge: Object
kawaiikitty237's picture

Thrift Store

      Staring at the bright neon light-up signs in the shop windows, I slowly made my way down the street. My boots made rhythmic clicks on the hard asphalt. Hurriedly glancing down at my wrist watch I find it has been 3 whole hours since my arrival here in New York City. I've spent those hours wandering the labyrinth-like streets beside Central Park. None of the shops had caught my eye so far so I had walked and walked and walked in continuous circles. After retracing my footsteps for the 34th time in a row, I decide to go  right at an intersection at which I had forked off to the left before. My new route led me by a variety of shops from Star Bucks to Dunkin Donuts and into a small, dark alleyway. There's a cold draft from somewhere in the area because I find myself pulling my coat tighter around myself.

    Nervous, I glance up and just in time. I halt in front to a wall I swear wasn't there a second ago. There is a small, round, green door with the words :
Feb 10


Photo by Zolakoma (Creative Commons).

Write a story or poem inspired by your character(s) discovering a mysterious object in a thrift shop or flea market.

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Write from the perspective of an antagonist. How did he or she become the “bad guy” (bully, thief, villain)? What’s the backstory?

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Siren sound by May.Cuddlepie (Creative Commons).

What does the sound of a siren make you think of? What is happening? Are they coming for you? Or your character?

Feb 10
perlah-a's picture

Hello and Welcome!

Feb 10
poem 0 comments challenge: Knew

I Just Knew

I just knew that you wouldn’t be there when I got back
The door left ajar
Peering in
You were gone

I just knew that I couldn’t stay and hear your cry
But I should’ve
Yet, I left and now you’re gone
When would you be back?

I just knew that you didn’t want to wait to leave
But I made you stay anyway
With the door unlocked
The key in sight
But now, you’re not here

I just knew that I couldn’t watch you suffer
So I went without you
And now you’re gone
I can’t help but call it my fault

I just knew that you wouldn’t be okay alone
So I turned back
To save you from your tears
To tell you that you could go
But, when I turned the corner and saw the door,
I just knew that you were gone

But, I just didn’t know
That you’d never come back
To say bye
So I never got the chance to say
I’m sorry
Feb 10

This is the World We Live In

This is the world we live in, child... a world of pain, suffering and death... but also a world of love, charity and kindness.
This is a world of democracy... a world where the people fight for what they believe in.
This is a world of good and bad... war and peace... dark and light.
This is a world of hope, where life can be great... no matter what family you are born into. 
This is a world of freedom and dreams... where you can speak your opinion.
This is a world of beauty...of nature.
This is the world we live in, child... not a perfect one...not always a fair one... but one with much good... much light.
Feb 10

Welcome To Our World!


Dear Baby:
Welcome to our world!

You must know a few things before you (officially) enter our life.
First, people will tell you that magic doesn't exist. That fairies aren't real, and princesses are made up. But that is definitely not true. This world can be full of magic. You just need to look in the right places, and believe it. (P.S. You even have a little magic in you.)
Second, never lose hope. Never give up. Never quit because you are frustrated. I promise, there will always be a solution to your problem, and always a little sprinkle of positivity. 
Third, always love your family. They love you so, so much. Times when you think that they don't mean it, don't love you, you are wrong. They love you more than anything else.
So love them back.
Feb 10
poem 0 comments challenge: Lamp

A Family

A lamp flickered on in the house.
Once given to her
From him
With the promise of being radiant.
Now alone it sits in a doddering house.
As gray as web
It’s light
Faded and dimmed to a feeble glint.
It allows a family of two to cope with not being
Able to become,  
A family of three.

Feb 10

A Gem from Vermont Writes Day 2017

This is GG. And here is a post from last year's Vermont Writes Day that caught our funny bone. It was posted at our special Web site for the day vermontwritesday.org (only open for posting on that one day of the year). This post was written by a boy in 6th grade. I loved it because it was real and fresh and true. I don't mind misspellings (you know that) and I suspected there might be more to this boy's misspellings. But I decided that I would do a dramatic reading, so everyone might realize the voice I saw beneath all these misspellings. And I wrote him a note telling him what I did and that I was featuring it on the front page. Later he got in touch with me, as did his parents, to say that he had several learning challenges, including dyslexia. There was a reason for all those misspellings. Further, he said, he'd never had anyone praise his work. Ever. And we made him proud. He even liked the recording though it's my voice, tweaked up in pitch for effect. Enjoy. The author certainly did.  

I do nopt wont to right butt my teacher is making me do it and i hate it a lot so the the story is that it is to cold to go to recess so the school will have inside recess butt we have gim right now but the school is useing the gim so are techer is like howbout we right something on the vermont right website i am stuck riting this i hope recess is done soon so we can play in the gim we will play bombardment in the gim it is a relly fun game but this is takeing for ever and we are stuck here riting this relly dumb thing when we go play in the gim i will take my anger out on my classmates by hiting them in the face hard relly hard relly relly hard like bam hard they will cry hard there is like 2 mintes ontill we go the gim i just askd my teecher so ya this has ben relly boring butt it is omost over thankfully i bet nowon will read this so this is poantlis and i probly spelt this roungh like all the werds butt there is no oto cerect now oi can go0 to the gim. bye
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Feb 10
poem 0 comments challenge: Knew
Mackenzie 101's picture

It's Out

I sat in my room,
Working effortlessly on an assignment.
I was almost done.
Almost satisfied,
Until it hit me hard.
I couldn’t take it.
I became frustrated,
I wanted to cry.
So I did.
I let it go.
Let all of that frustration out.
Tears slipping down my face in my silent,
Candlelit room.
They slipped down onto my cheek,
Then the brim of my mouth,
Then it was over.
I took deep breaths in of fresh air,
And let toxic breaths out of anger.
It was a good thing.
Something to always remember.
No matter the pain,
I go through,
It’s for a reason.
It has a purpose.
I have a purpose.
I just knew at that moment,
That it was going to be ok.


Feb 10
fiction 0 comments challenge: Siren
Mackenzie 101's picture


It was a cold winter morning, I had just woken up from a long lasting slumber. As I awaken I heard something loud, but far. My heart starts to race, where is that noise coming from? Am I in danger? My mind is spinning like a whirlpool. I grabbed my robe and put on my fluffy white slippers and ran down stairs. As I come down the stairs I noticed red bright lights flashing. I slowly walked over to the cold misty window and peeked outside. As I look outside my heart starts to melt as if my whole world has fallen apart! I drop to the ground like my heart was taken from my chest. I could not move I felt frozen. I hear people talking but I don’t listen for nothing is important anymore.  All I can do is lay there on the cold cold floor wishing my life would start over again.


Feb 10
louisb's picture


It was a warm sunny day and I was sitting under a tree at the park. I was so happy that the cold,crisp, chilly nights of winter were over and we had the freedom to do whatever we wanted. You could hear everything, the,”Thump” of the basketball dribbling down the court. The,”Ping!” of a soccer ball hitting the crossbar of the goal. The,”Crack!” of the baseball bat, it was all wonderful. Until you get tired and you sit down and see your phone. Hundreds of News Stories, Snapchats, tweets and emails. You get sucked in, you read an article and think wow and then you move on to maybe texting your friends. But look around, your friends are right next to each other. Now if you just for one second turn off your phone and look around you're not alone. For just one second talk to your friends or play a game. We must live the present and not the future and as far as I’m concerned phones are the future and friends, life and you are the present.