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.
Feb 20
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My Friends

Hi. My name is Emma Raspe. I have many friends. My friends names are Angela, Riley, Alexandra P, Alexandra C, Sydney, Hanna Brown, and many more. I've known Sydney all my life. Alexandra C has been in all my afternoon specials. Riley and Angela are always in P.E. with me. Alexandra P, Hanna Brown and I have just been regular BFF's. And same with all my other friends. Me, Hanna Brown, and Sydney all like doing the monkey bars here at school. If you're wondering where I live, I live in Roxbury VT. Thanks for reading, and please comment or love this piece of writting.
Feb 19
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songs to listen to when you're happy as frick

1) Hold On by Jonas Brothers (okay, okay I know it is cheesy but you'll get obsessed quickly)
2) Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran (it's ed sheeran, do I even have to explain this?)
3) Perfect Places by Lorde (her deep/soulful voice is the best thing ever)
4) La Di Da by Lennon Stella (super catchy)
5) Without You by David Guetta, Usher (idk how to explain this, but this song will literally cause shivers to run down your spine)
6) Sugar, We're Goin Down by Fall Out Boy (it will get you hypeeeee)
7) Bloodline by Ariana Grande (will cause you to start doing milly-rocks awkwardly wherever you are listening to this song)
8) Brand New by Ben Rector (legit will cause you to fill with joy and hope, i honestly don't understand what they put in this song)
9) Am I Wrong by Nico & Vinz (i swear, you will swaying in your frickin seat)
10) If You're Over Me by Years & Years (will make you want to shove all those fake friends outta your life)
Feb 18
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My Life- a story about me and my family.

Hi. My name is Emma Raspe. So far, my life isn't so easy. My parents found out that when I was about seven, or eight, I had ADHD. I had problems focusing, and I'm having problems thinking before I do Something. Before that, we had a dog named bear. After he died, I've always wanted my own dog, or some type of pet of my own. But most DEFFENETLEY NOT pet spiders. Luckily, we still have two cats named Salom and Smores. My parents said that when our cats die, and when my two younger twin sisters know how to treat a dog, then we could get a dog, and I could maybe have my own dog. A fact about  me and my parents is that we all have ADHD. Although, my parents don't act like it anymore. A cool fact about me though is that I'm very, and I mean very, good at painting. My mom is also good at painting. my brother is a HUGE fan of Star Wars. My brother and I may fight sometimes, but we still really, really love each other. So that was a story of me and my families life.  
Feb 18

I am a writer.

It's never easy to get those words on the page. To open up and be vulnerable. As a writer I know that feeling when it is over. When you have written something. This relief floods through your body. Often times you sit back and go "what on earth was that". You have a little chuckle then you put that piece in a folder never to be read by anyone. Everyone is guilty of this. The problem is though, no matter who you talk to you're always told that it is best to be honest. In your writing, in your art, your opinions and thoughts. When you finally open up it is almost as if a dam has broken and you're on the side with the high pressure. The side where all that bottled up fear and paranoia has fled from. That feeling you get of relief, hold onto it. We all push it away; fix the dam and bottle shit up again. As a writer I know that some of my best work has come from just sitting down and getting all my shit down on the page.
Feb 14


A blank world
Scrawled onto thousands of sheets of creamy white paper
Ink rubbed off and flowing through the veins of a billion blank humans.
Blank eyes glued to the bright abyss of people out there
False smiles typed rapidly onto a growing list on nothing
Burning into ashes of words that are forgotten 
And waves a thing of the past.
Feb 14
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The darkness

I slowly come back to myself. I feel dazed from what, I haven't a clue. My world feels like it's spinning out of control. I'm in a sea of nothing, yet everything at the same time. "Where am I?" I wonder aloud, talking to no one but myself. I cannot pick out a singular detail of where I am, but I know for sure where I'm not: home. I went to sleep in my bed, I'm sure of it. I have never had a tendency of sleepwalking, so how did I get here? The world around me seemed to be fading. Like I'm losing myself to find the world. "Maybe I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming!" I scream into the void that is now my surroundings. I should be scared, but I'm not. I should be running far away, but my legs won't move. Am I standing in quicksand, or am I just paranoid? This is a dream. I try with all my might to pick up my feet, but nothing happens. Finally, the dark lifts up, and I'm in my backyard. My brother heard me screaming so he came to rescue me.
Feb 13

I Love Snowboarding

I love flying down the mountain
My board surfing over the snow.
The way my heart goes up when I hit a jump,
The way each turn brings me farther,
I love it all.
I love being with my friends
Laughing with each other as we ride up the lift,
Our boards and skis knocking into each other.
The cold almost too hard to bare,
But we all love it anyways.
I love
Every chance I get to go snowboarding,
To see the world through my orange tinged goggles,
And the white snow coming down in front of the green chair lift.
I love this sport with all my heart,
I am a snowboarder.  

Feb 11
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Isle la motte

Hi. Emma Raspe here. Today, I am going to tell you all about Isle la motte. Isle la motte is where my camp is. As tou can see, I'm the Unaficial Dog-walker Of The Park. For short, I am the UDOTP. I walk a whitish laber-doodle named Oreo. I play with two other dogs named Stormy, and Moca. Moca's full name is "Brook Tempas In A Cup Of Moca." We have some friends up there. They live in Northfield, VT.  
Feb 09

Sick Day

We all have those days where 
We droop and fall onto sofas
And beds
And chairs
Because if we move we feel like we’ll crumble into a million pieces.
Our stomachs churn and our heads swim with delusions 
That seem nonsensical but are actually real.
We pull the covers up over our heads
And chug tea like it’s going out of style.
Our parents stop by occasionally 
And flutter by the door 
Pampering and hoping we feel better.
Siblings stay away at all costs
And pray not to feel like we do.
Sometimes we just need a “crap day” to balance all the awesome days in our life

Feb 09
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The Jump

As we drove along the windy road that felt like it never ended, I started to question if I was ready. My whole life I had been afraid of the exhilarating feeling you get when you go on a rollercoaster. Today I was going to face that fear by going straight to the heart - cliff jumping. When we finally arrived I had to walk along a narrow path through the woods to get to the first jump. I decided not to jump. I doubted myself. But the only way around is hiking back and then swimming upstream in the strong current, so that’s what I had to do. Halfway through I thought about swimming back but there was no point. I thought to myself, “better keep going”. I kept on swimming and once I got to the first jump I was so tired it was hard to get up the slimy rock. Nobody was jumping off this one. It was about 15 feet tall but you had to jump far out or else you would hit sharp rocks at the bottom. This time I didn’t run away from my fear. Somehow confidence overcame me and I decided to go for it.
Feb 06

I saw you again

I saw you again.
I find you in my dreams and you glance everywhere but my eyes.
My arms reach out
But you collapse into smoke and drift up out of my consciousness.
I have so many things I long to say to you
Thousands of hastily scribbled notes crumbled
And cluttering my recycling bin.
The still wet ink smears in puddles and stains my ideas
Until nothing reads as it seems.
Today I saw you again.
In real life
Or at least I think.
Today you looked me straight in the eye
And I stared back
But when it mattered
All the words that came to me was those scattered pieces of paper
With illegible words that my mind can’t comprehend.
Your coffee blew steam into my hair
And I somehow couldn’t say goodbye.
I walked away in a trance
My feet somehow moving.
The words suddenly came rushing back to me
Tripping across my thoughts,
But they no longer meant anything.
Feb 05
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Rule about the World

No littering. It's bad for the environment. It can kill birds and any animals. Don't litter. If you litter, it means an animal will die, which isn't good. If you even throw gumo on the ground, birds can eat it and die because it can get stuck to their beaks.

Lilly Clark
Grade 2
Killington Elementary School
Feb 05
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Rule of the World

I think there should be no drugs because it is bad for your health and others' health. You can have black lungs from it. Also, it smells bad.

I mean all drugs! Tobacco and smoke and everything like that!

People pollute the air because of smoking, and also the ocean. It's bad for animals too.

Jayson Legayada
Grade 3
Killington Elementary School
Feb 05
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Jay Peak

My friend and I went to Jay Peak. We got to the condo. We opened the door and it was small. Then we opened the room next door and HOLY COW. It was the biggest condo I've ever seen. It had a bunk bed and everything! My friend and I played tag in the hallway, and the water park was two floors below us.

Max Rayner
Grade 3
Killington Elementary School
Feb 02
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The noise in the background dulls. I can still hear my teammates' cheering voices but it's like they are yelling through a closed door.

I look down at the gray, carpeted floor, the gymnastics floor. There are little pieces of material that have come off from years of people flipping and falling. I imagine all the people who stood right here, in this very spot. I think of all the people doing what I am about to do.

I close my eyes and picture myself doing a flawless back handspring. My toes pointed, my knees locked out, and my hands reaching back and then landing on my feet.

I swing my arms forward and the few hushed voices I can still hear fade away.

It’s just me and my fear.

The thing I have been scared to do, the thing that has been holding me back from getting first place, the thing I want to be able to do so much.

Then I fling myself backwards.

Feb 02

Family Farm

“Are we there yet?” I asked, trying not to sound whiny.
    “Yes, hon. We’re almost there. Oh! I'm so excited! I haven't been here in forever!” My mother replied, enthusiasm clear in her voice, “You know the story of this old house, yeah? Or do you want us to tell it to you again?”
    “No. Please don’t. We’ve only heard it about three hundred times.” We said.
Feb 02

With Us For Five Months

He was with us for 5 months.
For the first one and a half he drove us all crazy.
Interupting us,
Stealing our stuff.
Insulting US,
Drivning us crazy.
For the second month to the third month he made us all laugh.
Telling us the strangest things,
Because he would find them on strange websites that he strangely browsed.
Making really funny insults at the people we hate.
Doing fortnite dances and making us all laugh at the competitions.
So we forgave him.
For the fourth month to the fifth month a new year came around.
He sat with me almost everyday. 
Lunch, outside.
Almost everything we did,
He was there.
And then,
Now that we all love him,
He has to change schools.
And now one of my best friends is gone.
But that's okay,
Because now we have each other's phone number.