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.
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.
Jan 17
richshoes's picture

Kosova

It was a warm day in Kosova. I was in my hotel and getting ready to go to the water park. I was running and then in the middle of the walking place I fell and I hurt my arm. My mom said, “are you okay?” I responded, “No. Can you put a wipe on my arm?”  But what I needed was a pizza. My mom helped me and put a wipe on it. It felt so much better and when I felt better my mom received me pizza. I was so happy. I went in the water. I felt water and I saw my family happy and sunny. I heard yelling I was happy and I was being brave.
 
Jan 17
richshoes's picture

FOLLOWED HOME -SCARY-


Someone followed us home. So I am at the trampoline park it was called  Get air and it was my birthday and I saw someone following us I was so scared I was. Thinking in my head what would happen to me I see my parents I sprint to them and I tell them what happened, they did not believe me so I point to where he is and he is gone at that point I am hyperventilating. I am looking around to see where he is and then my parents tell me to go and jump some more because I only had 30 more minutes left to have time to have fun so I use that time wisely so I  am jumping 30 minutes later the speaker turns on one of the. Eployee say green tags you time's up my dad called me and tells me it's time to go to the restaurant 50 minutes later omg that. Pizza was so good so then we get home and a blue volkswagen is following us home I started to watch TV and I hear a knock at the door I look out the window and I see the guy who was following us and he. Is holding a knife i start to scream!!
Jan 17
richshoes's picture

Scrape on a stomach


Have you ever fell of your bike? When I was 8 I fell off my bike one time. It was last summer. We were at the sidewalk near my neighborhood. Then before dinner it was quiet like dark midnight. When I rode my bike with my brother Quy we orbited the sidewalk and I saw a hill and I wanted to go very fast and past my limit.

Next, I waited until he came to the hill. Later I said to my brother, “do you want to race?”  

“ Yes,” he replied. 

I smiled at him and I teased him, “ha ha I go faster than you.” 

Suddenly I saw a rock and I tried to break and the front wheel lifted up and it rotated so much. I felt like a rocket was launching into the sky, I felt resistance push me back, and I hit the rock. Just then I got crashed and I scraped my stomach.
Jan 17
richshoes's picture

Unicef

It was a cold fall day close to being Hallowen and Ms. Schroder was talking about Unicef and everyone got a unicef box. My teacher said, “Okay class we’re going to be learning about Unicef. Unicef helps raise money for people who need money.” I took it home and I built it and I put money in it. I got money from Diwali and my cousin and my auntie and my uncle gave it to me. I put it in the box on the cushion but I accidentally dropped it. I didn’t even know it was dropped. It sounded like money was shaking. I wanted to bring the Unicef box but I couldn’t bring it trick or treating because I could not find it. It was raining. I made a huge mess in my room trying to find it. I felt angry because I couldn’t find it. After I gave up trying to look for it so I just put my costume on. Then after I went trick or treating I found my Unicef box and it was sitting under my bed. I took out the box and put more money in it felt dry. I got the money from my piggy bank also Diwali.
Jan 17
aparker's picture

what the paintings would say.

I think that the portrait of the young woman is about to say. “Hi how are you. “ you would say good.”How are you. She would say “good.” ”What’s your name. “ You would say your name.”    Then she would ask to be friends. You would say yes or no. she would also ask for your phone number.

She would say  hi how are you because  I think that’s nice. I think her personality is nice and kind. She plays with everyone. She is friends with everyone. She is good 

When she goes to school.  She has very good grades.

    Next, she would say “What’s your name because she would probably like to know what she should call you. Also because she probably like to be your friend. Also if she wanted to call you and your mom and dad answered then she would have to ask for you.  Also if she saw you walking on the street then she would probably want to call for you.
Jan 17

my wishes

WISHES

My wish for January 18 2020 is to try to make the world a better place.
My wish for May 10 2034 is to be a chemist. 
My wish for May 10 2059 is to work for United Nations.
Jan 17
dylan dickerson's picture

mystique

Mystique

Once upon a time there was a girl named Jackie. She lived with her dad and her older sister.They were very, very poor and her dad was working 15 hours a day. He only got Sundays off.

 Her mom died last year of brain cancer in 1977. Jackie is 12 and her older sister, Cher, is 15. One day they were outside and Cher was on her Gameboy and Jackie was playing Hungry Hungry Hippos with her dad. Then Jackie heard a noise in the woods. She said, “What's that?” 

Her dad and sister were silent. So, Jackie decided to follow the noise. The wind was getting stronger and stronger. She could hear her mom's voice traveling through her mind like water down a stream.

 She wanted to go back but she got lost. She thought she could never find her way home. She was scared! She heard the voice again and then she saw a piece of hair on a tree branch. It was silky and soft. Jackie heard sticks cracking, like someone was walking towards her. 
Jan 16

Froggy Boots.

It was my third or fourth birthday, if I recall correctly. I had been given a pair of small, green, frog faced rubber boots. I loved those boots from the second I saw them, I pulled them on and ran outside, to splash in the puddles. I remember my mother came outside too, she took my hand, and we jumped in the puddles together, hand in hand, with matching grins. The rain started sprinkling, and refreshing my upturned face. I danced around, trying to catch the raindrops on my tongue, if i could i think i would have tried to swallow the sky. I've always loved rain, the way it sounds pitter pattering on the roof, and in the summer, how amazing it feels to dance in the fallen clouds. The puddles it leaves afterwards, always make me want to jump in them, just to feel like a child again. 
Jan 16

Awake





Some nights I lie awake

Staring at the white rigid ceiling of my bedroom

Tossing and turning under the sheets

Listening to the quiet ringing sound

That comes with silence

 Telling myself all the things I

 “could have” or “should have” done

Over the course of the day

Replaying moments in my head the way I wanted them to turn out

Occasionally looking at the notebook on my side table 

I told myself I was gonna write in

 Reminding myself how cruel the world is

How easy it is to realize someone is rotten

But how hard it is to push them away

That it doesn’t matter how much kindness you give

People will always take

Leaving you even more empty then before

And how much tragedy there is

It seems like every time the world is mended

It’s torn again 
Jan 15

here be dragons

I think I float sometimes
maybe without knowing
but my little thread
breaks
and i fall upward 
but I'm not complaining
of course
it's the best way after all to touch the
stars.

I know I hum to myself 
And whisper over and over again
So when i reach the double bar
I’ll can spread myself across the staff
And clink rusty keys together
Until the resounding echo
Is a resolution of harmony.

I dotted ink in my fingerprint
today
a small act of rebellion
so that they remember
I'm here still
waiting for 
that moment where everything
changes.

I'm not sure that anyone
even exists
I mean i have no evidence
except for photos
taken through someone else's lens
and what should that mean to me?
its only a memory  I stole 
to heal my
bleeding heart

I write too much
well that's an understatement
Jan 14

The Silent Song

    The moon glowed brightly, casting a silvery hue on the whole clearing. The tall grasses swayed peacefully to a melody only they could hear and the water lapped against the shore in a gentle rhythm. The stars soaked the sky like specks of bright paint on a dark canvas, dancing to an untaught choreography. Everything was so calm. But that was about to change. It came so fast that even the trees, standing tall and rustling lightly now and then to add the soft song coursing through the veins of the forest, didn't see it was coming. It came hurtling from all sides. Picking up leaves abanded on the forest floor and scattering them like confetti, whipping through the cool night air and crashing through fluffy white clouds. Howling words of an unknown language. And finally disappearing over the glittering horizon, just beginning to show the first signs of daylight.                
Jan 13

Where are you from?

     I was either five or six years old when I came up with a simple answer to a question our family often faced which always seemed to require long explanations. We were in Kampala, Uganda, where we lived until I was seven, walking to get ice creams when a woman we didn’t know stopped us to ask where we were from. My parents knew she wasn’t asking which area of the city we lived in, so they launched into their usual complicated explanation, mentioning that my father was born in Tanzania but grew up in the United Kingdom; that my mother, who was born in the United States, was Irish by family background; that I was born in the Rakai district of Uganda and my older sister in North Carolina.
Jan 12
Peter Gustafson's picture

Home Home-ish week 31


Week 31     home

My house is where I eat and sleep, but the dance studio is where I live. Whenever I’m calling my friends in between classes, they hear the noises and ask where I am. 

I respond, “Home.” 

Whenever I come back from a long break, I stand in the doorway. 

    I think, “Finally, back home.”

Whenever I’m at my house I feel stressed, whether it’s homework I haven’t finished or a test that’s tomorrow. I never feel stressed at dance. Never had I been distracted from something going on at school. Never have I been worried that the teachers will get mad that I didn’t do the combination right. 

The people at dance are my family. The teachers are my aunts and uncles. They know how to have fun but also how to discipline. My friends at dance are my siblings and cousins. They always have your back, even when they accidentally hit you during a combination. 
Jan 12
Peter Gustafson's picture

Climbing Mount Mansfield week 22 Contest


You can do it, I thought to myself. I was climbing Mt Mansfield, the tallest mountain in Vermont, with all my Boy Scout friends. We reached the trailhead at 10:05 am. I confidently lifted my backpack up onto my shoulders, took a deep breath and started hiking. We had decided that we would take the Long Trail south to “The Chin” and then back down. The chin is the tallest point in Vermont at 4,393 ft. It was my first real hike. It was early October so there was beautiful foliage. Most of the way up I just looked up at the trees and the leaves. Red, orange, yellow. The trees slowly began to shrink, and we continued to rise. Probably at least half a mile farther, the trees were barely taller than the adults. About half an hour later, we reached Taft lodge where we decided to eat lunch and then keep hiking. For lunch, I had a ham sandwich and jerky. After 20 minutes, we decided to keep going. As we were hiking, I thought, that's a long way down.
Jan 12
Roses and Summer Dreams's picture

An Unusual Pair

The subway rattles and we sit down. 14 stops ahead of us-we have plenty of time. I look up to see a delicate lady with pale skin, long red-brown hair with streaks of gray in it and the bluest eyes. She pulled a silver 6s phone with no case out of her leather bag. My eyes go down , so she doesn't think I'm staring at her and I see her gray fur coat covering a thick plaid wool dress. Although, her apperance is very mature, she has a youthful look to her. 3 stops have passed and I have given no more thought to the woman. I look up again to see the very same woman, but instead she is wearing a long blue coat, with a  thick wool shawl that is green and blue plaid and long wool pants. Her bag is different and she pulls out a rose-gold 6s without a case. Wait, what? Slowly I realize that these indentical ladies are indentical twins. They laugh and talk and smile. I just can't peel my eyes away from them! Finally the 14 stops shrink to 2 and I have to say goobye to the unusual pair.
Jan 11

me

me? you want me, to write about me? don't I do enouph of that allready? 
 
Jan 11

first day of filming!!

i've been talking about this for months, and finally, here it is: we have officially commenced filming hazel's house. today i gathered together my three lead actors, got them into costume, applied their smeared eyeliner, painted my face white, and we trudged on over to my neighbor's house to film our first scene. we made a lot of mistakes, and filming a scene meant to be set at eleven o'clock in the morning at four o'clock in the afternoon did no favors to our lighting--not to mention that we ran out of time before we could film the second and more pivotal scene--but we have a scene. i took to the editing software and condensed it into a three minute clip--the first scene filmed in the entire movie. things are finally on the road, and it's both terrifying and wonderful.