Jun 03
The Soccer Bee 48's picture

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
joseph.deffner's picture

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.

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.
Oct 20

Inktober, nice sunset


Hey peeps, just wanna say I’m reeally behind on alla my inktober stuff, so I’ll try my best to post a few every once an’ a while.  If there’s any I missed at the end a’ October, I’ll finish ‘em  up then post ‘em  all at once.
’Pologies ‘bout th’ lack a’ consistency, bin a bit busy... anyway, thanks everybody, I really enjoy young writer’s project, so here’s to everyone who made it so welcoming, Thanks!!


(If you’re confused about all the abbreviations, I decided to write the way I talk, for fun... Dunno why.
pleaz tell me if it’s annoying.)
 
Oct 18
ha.thurston's picture

Winter

Winter is such a wonderful season. Some people hate winter and regret it every year, but others don’t ever get to experience the winter fun. If you don’t like winter here are some things you should remember. You wouldn’t be able to look out your window every morning and see the beautiful snow covering everything around you. You wouldn’t get to have the privilege of doing winter activities like, sledding, skiing, snowboarding, Ice skating, etc. Some people take winter for granted and don’t realize how lucky they are to get to experience winter. 
Oct 18
Noquell_21's picture

Lifeless winter

Winter is not about doing basic things like building snowmen with your friends or sipping hot chocolate by an open fire. Winter is about the simple things you can enjoy, like admiring that perfect little flake of snow that landed on your hand and watching it slowly melt away until it’s just a tiny water droplet slithering its way down your hand. Or when you are waiting for the school bus and you take a long breath of fresh crisp air and exhale to see the beautiful hazy white veil of your carbon dioxide slowly appear in front of you. Watching your favorite maple tree that is at the center of your back yard lose it’s very last vivid red leaf, then looking around to realize that all of the beautiful reds and oranges and yellows are gone, only to be replaced by the blinding white blanket of snow that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Oct 18
isabelle.chen's picture

The Beauty of Winter

Winter is more than just building snowmen outside.

It’s more than frothy cups of hot cocoa with marshmallows floating on top

And red-tip noses from the brisk winds outside.

We often times forget winter is a resting period for nature around us.

Trees shed their leaves,

Animals hibernate beneath our feet,

And colors give away to duller tones.

We may be trekking on sluggish snow while wearing our boots

Wondering why today doesn’t look like a winter wonderland

But just remember that nature is resetting itself for success.

So when springtime comes around, you’ll see how truly stunning it is when nature flourishes.

That’s the real beauty of winter.

Resting, resetting, and preparing.

So when things get rough around the patches

Or a storm is brewing in,

Lay back for awhile and go about it one step at a time.
Oct 17
Xbeaudin's picture

The Perfect Winter Day

There is fresh powder outside after the nor’easter last night. The sun is just barely coming over the snowy mountains as I drive down the highway, no one else but me and the snow on the road. My excitement grows more and more the closer I get to the mountain, seeing all of the trees wearing garments of white, their branches bending from the weight of the snow slowly sliding off. As I pull into the parking lot, I see no one but the most enthusiastic and daring riders. I grab my snowboard out of the back of my car hoping that it will be able to stay above the deep snow as I ride. I strap into my board and ride down to the chairlift, I can already tell this will be the perfect winter day. I am one of the first people on the lift. I scope out the trails as I go over them. 
Oct 16
joseph.deffner's picture

Looking Into my Dog's Eyes

Monday
 7:50am 
Where is everybody going? Can I come? No, don’t leave me! Not again! 
8:00am
Oh no, not again! Must find my people! 
Chew, chew, chew. Scratch, scratch, scratch! 
11:30am
Oh yay! Someone is here! My friend the dog walker! 
11:50am
No, don’t leave me!
3:00 pm
Here comes the big brown truck! Yay, it’s my friend the UPS guy!
3:01pm 
Thanks for the treat!
5:00pm
My people are starting to come home! Wag, wag!
8:00pm
Bed time after a long day!
Saturday 
7:50am
Yay! Everybody is home today! Wag, wag!  Wait, where is everybody going? Can I come? Please? Yes! Wag, wag, wag! 
8:00am 
Yes, car! 
8:00pm
Bed time with my people!

- By Adrian Kutter-Walker
Oct 16

Car Ride

Both of us were exhausted. Barely enough energy to tell stupid jokes. I got a ton of stuff in the arcade. So much that it gave me an excuse to put it in the seat next to me, leaving me in the middle next to him. We sat in silence for about 10 minutes, a quiet joke here and there. I can't keep my eyes open. He finally turns away from the window to stare at his hands. My hands by my thighs, barley grazing his. You can tell he wants to hold my hand, but I have bigger plans. I tell myself that I'll do it the second the clock changes. 30 seconds couldn't have been slower. The time comes. Like in a cartoon, plop. My head resting awkwardly on his shoulder. His bony shoulders dig under my jaw. I sit up. My jaw is sore. It's only been 5 minutes and I can't take being in this position. Jokingly, I tell him, 'your shoulder is so damn bony.' Also jokingly, he says, 'this better?' He slings his arm over my shoulder. I don't know where to put my head.
Oct 15

rabbit's heart four years later

i know this isn't really my usual fare exactly but i need to rant so... i guess that's what this is. i don't even know if it's appropriate to put on youngwritersproject as opposed to like a journal or something because it's not a poem or a work of art but just... i don't know, that's where my head is. 

i want to know what's wrong with me. i know something is, it's not normal to have heart rates at to 150 for up to a week at a time when there's no significant source of stress in your life. it's not normal to go to sleep with your heart racing and wake up with it still racing. extreme head rushes and ice cold hands and feet and legs puffing up when you sit cross legged for too long aren't normal.
Oct 11

making a film: props (part one)

hazel's house is almost fully cast, but for one ghost and a few people who haven't confirmed. costumes for all but a few of the characters have been purchased. shooting locations are starting to become a concern, order of filming is on my mind, and we have met with one of our actors and have a plan ot meet with another already. i've made a few minor changes to the script so it can be shot with the cast we have. so in the meantime there's only one thing to do that i take care of: props.
Oct 11

15 words (who am i)

i am the one to build ice from puddled water. leaking, honest, here for you.
 
Oct 11
Ms. Naugle's picture

The Wolf Howl


If I heard a wolf howl, I would not be scared. I have a few reasons for this. My first reason is wolves do not try to hurt you, they do it for self-defense. My second reason is a wolf's howl is very fascinating, so it would not even phase me or cause me to get scared. My last reason that a wolf's howl would not scare me is that I have coyotes in the woods I live in, so I'm used to it. That is why I would not be scared if I heard wolves howl.
Oct 09
jgbordeau's picture

Shoes


I would like to walk in Tom Bradys shoes for a day

Knowing you are the best qb to ever play the game of football

Walking onto the field with millions of fans chanting your name 

Knowing whenever you step down from playing you will be put in the hall of fame 

Know one has ever done what you have done and won 6 super bowls

And being unbelievably rich and that he never got a serious injury
 
Oct 07

I've been happy a lot, here's why

Involuntary shudders,
Are good and bad. Happy but often sad. 
The feeling I associate with ghosts.
And the feeling I associate with the thril of life.
A good reason to like my nose,
Because you like my nose.
And our noses touch.
The need to do a cartwheel even though you know you can't,
I can not do a cartwheel to save my life.
But then there's those moments where I just get a thrill and want to do a cartwheel.
When your enemy helps you up when you fall,
And there's this moment of safety,
Even when you know that in any other situation it's her who pushes you down.
When it's the middle of the night and you really want to sing but your parents are sleeping,
It happens all the time,
And so you let your heart sing.
And you feel like your actual heartstrings are dancing.
Being in a highschool drama club even though your in 8th grade still,
Oct 06
PDXmarvel's picture

To know a god (updated ‘albatross around my neck’)

I imagine large expanses, hills rolling like wrinkles in a carpet. Trees cover the green tapestry, creating a scape of wolves and monsters. A rugged place, daring me to prove myself worthy. I hike out of my car, this metal box keeping me from the smell and feel of the woods from which we were all born. The mist curls its fingers around the tree trunks like they are a gear shift, and it wants to go faster. But for now I take my time, knowing speed will come when I need it. The colors are dim, but the deep earthy tones are rich in a refreshing way. The mountains call me with their mystery, their secrecy, their vastness. I am in awe at how quickly my heart has begun to ache for the amalgamation of my body and this quiet part of the world. The wild undertone of me yearns, begs, pleads desperately with my body to run with the pine trees and forget civilization. In juxtaposition is my mind, yet the air breathes a new courage into my lungs.
Oct 05

Toni's view of the world.

I feel I must respond. For those of you who don't know me, for 13 years I used to haunt this space; I was the YWP Janitor.

A long time ago, too many years to remember, I picked up a book, Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison. It had just been published. I started in the afternoon and I finished shortly after dawn. It mesmorized me. It captivated me. It opened a window into a world I did not know, cannot know, can never possibly know because I am a white man. This was a black world, a women's world, a magical unfamiliar world. In today's parlance, I was woke.

I wish I could have had the opportunity to thank her.

I did the next best thing. I read every single one of her books. And this summer, several weeks before she died, I started re-reading her works. I started with Beloved. You must read this. You must.
Oct 04
ha.thurston's picture

Mom's Shoes


 If I were to be in someone else’s shoes I would want to be in my mom's shoes. My mom also does so much for my siblings and I. No matter if it brings my sister to gymnastics, helping us with our homework, or cooking us dinner, she always does it no matter what. I don’t know how she manages to get everything she needs to get done for herself when my siblings and I also ask so much of her. I’m so greatful for my mom and I don’t know what I’d do without her.
Oct 04
Noquell_21's picture

The Bat

     The shape shifter. Forever stuck in his Bat form. Left alone to fend for himself in the woods, his shifting powers gone. When trying to test his new abilities, he reached his maximum. Thinking the powers were limitless, shifting over and over again. Taking shapes of all sorts of woodland creatures until he tried to shift out of his Bat form, finding himself unable to do the thing he had done so many times. He knew how to shift well enough, as he had done it hundreds of times. But as he tried shifting out of a Bat and into a beautiful Arctic Fox he remained a Bat. Stuck in the slow and sad life of an immortal creature, no one knowing where or what he was, left to live an eternity alone, as a Bat.