Jun 03
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Hungry

            I am hungry for knowledge. I alway want to learn. The only downfall is I want knowledge on thing I want to learn about. So if you tell me to learn about some I don’t want to learn about I am going to Half ass it. But when I learn some thing about a thing I like to learn about. Then I will keep digging for more knowledge.
           For example in first through third grade I was obsessed with anacondas which are a kind of snake. I kept learning. I was a computer of knowledge on anacondas. Now I am thirsty for understanding of World War two. From memwoirs to historical fiction I am continuing to read and inform myself on this horrific topic.
             I can’t compare to my hunger for knowledge to anything else.

 
Oct 18
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A Quiet Winter Day




The snow crunches softly beneath my boots as I trudge up the hill. Small delicate snowflakes land on my fuzzy hat. I tilt my head back to catch them in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, a male cardinal dashes from tree to tree, his red feathers bright against the white snow. When I get to the top of the hill, I pause to look around at the snow covered trees, and listen to how peaceful it is. Dropping my sled on the wet snow, I climb on and slide down the hill, going down easily on top of the smooth and icy snow. The cool wind blowing in my face, smiling to myself. Winter makes me feel serene and content.
Jun 28

Lights Out


On June 27, after a heart-warming dinner with the Young Writers Project board (thank you Kathy), after hearing (thank you Susan) the startlingly kind words sent to me from many of you and your predecessors on how much this little project and community has meant, does mean, to you, I shut off the office lights for the last time after 12 years as YWP's executive director.

To you and the 110,000 kids we have touched in that time, thank you for opening your souls; thank you for sharing your ideas and observations, your flights of fancy and moments of bewilderment. Thank you for taking such creative risk.

You have enriched my life. You've opened my eyes to what you see and feel and experience and think and believe. And you have enriched the lives of thousands upon thousands of others -- your readers.
May 13
ShuaAla's picture

Learning to Breathe

Finn
 
   I never liked boys. Never had boy friends, never hung around all the boys who existed in my tiny little world of the West Village in Manhattan. I truthfully don’t even know what it was. I always used the excuse that because of my sister, Angel, it was ingrained in my unique nature that I was drawn to forming relationships with women. For that supposed reason, I fostered a strong love pertaining to girls, and I still do. I was given the opportunity to experience happiness, to be so innocently free around my friends, to express myself, to show compassion, to show love… things that prompted vile whispers from the boys, chuckling under their breath as they would call me names. Time deceived me of course, just how all meaningful people and things do in the world, and eventually the planets made enough revolutions around the sun for me to have my fair share of female friendships. 
May 11
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Silver Goose

Relatively recently, I have discovered that Gettysburg is one of my favorite places, in general, despite being so close to home. It is still novel to me, and despite being home to less than 8,000 people, there are plenty of things I have yet to do. There are restaurants that I like, fun stores in the somewhat touristy area, of course, the battlefield. Despite that, the main reason I like to go there so much is because that's where my favorite coin store is. It seems that every dollar I've ever made working a summer job has gone to that store, but it is well deserved. The owners are great, and they helped introduce me to a passion which is still going strong 2 years later. That store is incredible. Just about any coin the country has ever made all in one place. I could spend hours there, and it feels like I do when I am there. I wish I could every time.
May 09
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A Mountain of Happiness

Happiness is the reward of tears. Happiness is the sweet after the sour. The pursuit of happiness is not a short one. The reward of happiness is not simply given out. There is a different road for each person that they must forge with their own time. One might say that they are happy because they have happiness given to them, but they don’t understand that the happiness handed to them is a trojan horse. That source of happiness could all end that very night, like a tower that is small at the bottom but heavy at the top.
Apr 28
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Vacation

On Vacation my brother and I stayed at my mom’s house because my dad was busy. My dad came over and we went down to the river. My brothers and I went in the river.

 The river is really cold. The water was going really fast where I fell in. Then my brothers, my dad and I threw rocks in the river. Then we went back to my house. When my brothers and I were running up to the house my cat followed us.  After my brother passed me, I kept running and my cat was chasing me.  Afterwards, we ate some food. Then  we played and went for a walk. 
Apr 26

B.B. & Billie: A Beautiful Thing

I was listening to, or rather my dad was playing "The Thrill is Gone" by B.B. King. Normally, I would’ve complained but today B.B’s music moved me. He sings about losing the thrill of something you once loved. I’m guessing he meant it romantically, a love that gradually loses its spark over time until it is nothing but ash. But I like to think of it more generally. Losing the passion for something you once held dear. Getting your dream job and eventually dragging yourself to the office. Losing interest in an activity or art form that used to consume every waking hour. I think Billie Eilish says it best in her song "Getting Older:" “Things I once enjoyed/Just keep me employed now/Things I’m longing for/Someday, I’ll be bored of.” Then it struck me how these two completely different artists, with contrasting genres and personalities, and totally different fans, are saying the exact same thing.
Apr 24
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About Stowe, Vermont

About Stowe, Vermont
There’s something about Stowe that makes you pay attention.
Vermont is known for scenic overlooks, maple syrup, and a thriving ski industry. Travel guides rave about the recreational activities – hiking, mountain biking, running – that can be enjoyed. Stowe, in particular, is renowned for recreational appeal. Each winter, skiers travel from near and far to navigate Mount Mansfield.
We approached Stowe on an overcast summer day. I knew nothing about this town we were visiting. My Apple Watch was guilting me about my lack of exercise. My feet had fallen asleep. My mind kept wandering to the strawberry rhubarb bars next to me – until we rounded the corner.
Apr 21
nonfiction challenge: Hat
loocis's picture

Leaping Across a Fleeting Finish Line


My effort towards maintaining my physical appearance was indifferent in my mind. I allowed my body to follow its natural course without additional exercise or training as I naturally had a fast metabolism. I could rely on only being conscious about what I ate since the minimum physical activity did the trick, this included the typical walk to my high school, getting up from a chair, the occasional jog to make it in time for class, etc. The system seemed to work and as they say, if it is not broken, do not fix it. 
Apr 19
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Into the Next Chapter of the Brother Club


*THWACK* The crack of the wiffle ball off Carter’s bat echoes around the basement as he clobbers Spencer’s curving pitch. Unfazed by the deafening sound, I track the ball off the wall and into the back corner of the room. As Landon eases his way home, Carter rounds first, his ten years of being beaten up by his two older brothers molding him into the athlete he has become. I snatch the ball up and throw it at Carter as he dives for second, praying he makes it in time before *SMACK*, the wiffle ball hits his leg just before he reaches the bag. 

    The soft flow of the stream is music to our ears as we putter down the hill, twigs snapping under our feet, heading to our favorite summer abode. The stream invites the four of us as the summer heat bears down after a long day of various “brother club” activities, some of the last ones we will have while all under the same roof. 
Apr 17
Peter Gustafson's picture

Getting Oreo

This morning I woke up with the thought that I'm getting a puppy today. I have been waiting for this day for 6 months now. It was born a few weeks ago but I couldn’t get it until it was 8 weeks old. He is a French Bulldog and when we looked at the picture he had white fur with black blobs on him like a cow. I got out of bed, put on my dog slippers and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Then, I went to my bedroom and put on my favorite dog sweatshirt and my favorite dog socks. Then I headed downstairs. As I walked down I could smell pancakes and bacon. My mother was cooking. She made the pancakes look like little dogs because today was a special day. When I sat down me and my family talked about how excited we were to be getting the dog today!
Apr 11
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April Nostalgia

Nostalgia

I sat down alone on the cold pinewood chair with a bowl of 2x ramen 

The strong smell of spice-filled my nostrils

It reminiscent my head with memories of days I spent laughing

With my friends as we speed ate ramen to see who could finish first

Bursting into tears out of laughter and the burning of our throats

As we looked at each other wondering who would be the first to give up

And chuck down the glass of cold milk 

 
Apr 08
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The unhealthy reality of dieting

Classified as overweight by my childhood pediatrician, my relationship with food has been complicated. From a young age, I was never told to lose weight or to change the way I ate but I was always surrounded by my athletic and thinner friends. I always knew I was a little heavier growing up but didn't pay much attention to it until eighth grade when I started to adjust my diet. In eighth grade, I tried to cut out all the junk food and cookies from my diet, but I couldn't go longer than a couple of days without giving in and binge eating something. This continued until the end of freshman year when I decided enough is enough.  I realized that most of the people around me were either in shape or skinny and as a new kid, I wanted to fit in. 

I started to be more active, workout, and completely changed my diet.     
Apr 08
nonfiction challenge: Mountain

Mountains

Sitting in a hamock on my lawn looking
at our beautiful mountains. They make
me so happy. In the Fall there so many 
diffrent colors. So pretty they make me 
feel so happy that I live here in these 
green mountains
 
Apr 07
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A recipe for the perfect College Application

A recipe for the perfect College Application 

Ingredients: 

4 cups of Supplemental Essays 

1 cup of The Common App 

 ½ cup of stress (1 tbsp for garnish) 

 2 tsp of nerves 

1 lb of essay drafts 

A sprinkle of relief/happiness (optional topping)

Directions: 

1. Sift together your plans and ideas into a large mixing bowl. Make sure to use imagery and descriptive words to allow others to feel your story. Throw away excess words that are not needed (in the sifter). Substitute powerful verbs to make the flavor greater. 

 2. Carefully add the first 4 ingredients. Make sure not to stir vigorously so that your mixture will not spill over the word count. 

3. Slowly grate and then fold in ½ cup of stress. Finish one essay at a time. Ignore lack of motivation and fried brain feelings. Take small breaks if necessary and refuel the brain. Avoid the urge to sleep. 
Apr 06

That Damn Ghost

The bat drifted out of my hands, and in that moment, everything changed. It connected itself to the ground as my legs instinctively shot forward. The ringing in my ears pained me like strong tinnitus. My team cheered from beside me. My coach screamed at me. My friends watched me. The world spun in a nauseating motion as my feet dug into the dirt, kicking up a cloud of dust behind me. My head throbbed as I proceeded, hungover, towards first. I didn’t bother to check if the ball had been caught, it didn’t matter to me. None of it mattered to me. “God,” I yelled as I rounded first, “damnit!” My head faced the ground as I carried myself, forcing myself to keep moving, suppressing my intense will to fall to the ground already and give up, to give in to these emotions. “Damnit, damnit, damnit!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Damnit all!” My rage wasn’t calming. Baseball had always drawn it all out of me.
Apr 05

Sentinel


“I’ve never intentionally attacked anyone,” he proclaimed defiantly as the two of us sat alone in the shabby apartment. His black and gray apparel hung around his stiffened body as his usual confident and broad stance was replaced by the crumbling posture of a remorseful man. Ken is twenty years old, soon to be twenty one, and while he’d desperately like to say he’s lived a virtuous life, he knows it would be a lie.
Apr 04

Our Perspective

A short story/speech about the paranoia that races through my mind and others. 
Apr 03

Assemblage

I’ve just finished my latest art project in my sophomore year art class and I have never been more proud. The colors, the composition, the story it tells, everything is perfect. After weeks of work, it’s finally done and I am filled with relief and accomplishment. However, these positive feelings are short-lived as I am immediately hit with the anxiety that comes with starting something new. 

Recess was my favorite in lower school. I could not wait to have 45 minutes of free time to create. Whether it was tracing my hand and transforming the outline into various animals, or drawing countless doodles of Otis, my dog, each recess brought something new and my mind was a treasure trove of shiny brand new ideas.