Well, it is time. Times up, mean to say. This site is now closed to additional work until the next time. What you created ...
We at YWP are pretty bowled over by what you've written on this day. Drop dead funny, scary, weird, powerful, and by powerful I mean written with a strong voice and careful thought. We thank you for that. The five of us at 47 Maple Street had a grand time reading. And we will be publishing it. So be on the lookout...the voice.youngwritersproject.org ... In the next couple of days.
NOw if you came here hoping to write may I encourage you to join youngwritersproject.org where you can also get reactions to your work and, if you return that favor to others you, will become part of the community, a community based on respect that honors creative risk.
hope to see more of your work -- writing, sound, photos, videos, whatever. We just encourage you to express yourselves.
We are so pleased that so many youths, teachers and schools participated in this year's Vermont Writes Day. On this site alone we had an average of FOUR POSTS A MINUTE all day! We hope you had fun. Feel free to continue your writing on youngwritersproject.org where 1,900 youths from all over do this EVERY DAY!
Here is our preliminary list of participating schools. If you do not see your school, please email: email@example.com and let her know.
Share pictures and stories about your day, too!
Like this one: Boy at Edmunds Middle School begins to read his piece written about an object falling from the sky; suddenly, a large hunk of ice falls from the roof behind him and crashes to the ground. Whoa!
Albany Community School
Albert Bridget School
Barre Town Elementary School
Barre Town Middle School
Barre City Elementary School
Barre City Middle School
Bellows Free Academy
Benson Village School
Brattleboro Area Middle School
Brattleboro Area High School
Browns River Middle School
Camels Hump Middle School
Charlotte Central School
Christ the King School, Rutland
Crossett Brook Middle School
East Burke School
Edmunds Middle School
Fairfield Center School
Fayston Elementary School
Hinesburg Community School
Lebanon High School (NH)
Lebanon Middle School (NH)
Lothrop Elementary School
Lyman C. Hunt Middle School
Main Street Middle School
Milton Elementary School
Milton Middle School
Northfield High School
Richford Junior/Senior High School
Richmond Elementary School
St. Albans City School
St. Albans Town Educational Center
Shelburne Community School
Shrewsbury Mountain School
Spaulding High School
Tunbridge Central School
U-32 Middle School
U-32 High School
Waitsfield Elementary School
Williston Central School
Winooski Middle School
Winooski High School
Woodbury Elementary School
Wednesday, February 10th, is the day Young Writers Project and youths, teachers, administrators and guests take 7 minutes out of their busy lives to write and celebrate the importance of writing. We hope, too, that you see writing is fun -- and easy. (well, sort of).
You can post your stories, poems, essays, songs, rants--and any other kind of writing you can think of-- RIGHT HERE for all to see! Or you can join youngwritersproject.org and post there as well where we celebrate Writes Day EVERY day! And if you wish to be published, add your name and particulars at the bottom (no one else but YWP can see!)
Non-Vermonters are welcome, too! So join in the fun. And try out one of these prompts!
To spark your imagination, if needed, we've provided some prompts:
6-Words: Write as many stories sa you can - each with just six words.
Imagine: You are granted a singular wish. Write about what happens after you ask for it. How does it affect your life?
Object: Out of nowhere, an object falls from the sky, landing directly at your feet. What is it and what happens next?
World: Take on an issue facing the world - such as climate change, ISIS, gun control, racial profiling - and write your best rant and/or persuasive argument.
Free: Write about Anything in any genre for this free write!
Cats: Write from the perspective of anyone or anything in the scene below.
Knowledge and time, gears to existence.
just a small town girl
living in a lonley world
took the midnight train going anywhere
just a city boy
born and raised in South Detroit
he took the midnight train going anywhere
singers in a smokey room
smell of wine and cheap perfume
they took the midnight train
going on and on and on and on
just DON'T STOP BEILEIVING
and hold on to that feeling
sun goes down stars come out
the sky is blue because...
the world is a spherical shape
the atmosphere is a fire
Sitting on the edge of the bluffs, with a warm ocean breeze whispering in my ear, looking up at the cotton candy skies, that is happiness. Listening to the rhythmic waves lapping at the shoreline, again, and again, and again, that is happiness. Watching as the fire crackles and pops, as it is poked by a stick. The little sparks travel up up up, and then they're gone, that is happiness. The gritty sand, the sailboats on the horizon, friends all around, that is happiness. No dings or buzzes of iPhones. No car horns or yelling, none of that. Gone like the wind is every stressful thought that you may have, every anxious moment. That is happiness.
That still white house down the street, walls rotting, vines growing, yellow grass high. The feeling that no one could ever live there, the positivity that that house, has no purpose, should just simply be, knocked down. The plaque that hangs alone, holding on with one rusted, measly screw, almost
impossible to make out. Those those words, just there: HISTORICAL SITE. This house has a secret, a story, a murder.
One wish one wish thats all I got for surviving this unforgiving wasteland. Fine then one wish I wish I went to the past.
Lots of rain, makes puddles outside.
Girls, don't let anybody in the house! Trixie your in charge. I'll be home at 7:00 and no later. There's leftovers in the fridge. Don't choke, please! We Don't need a second trip from 911 do we?"
"Okay! Good! Goodbye!"
Trixie's and Lulu's mom closes the door and almost immidialty everything Lulu was told goes straight out of her head.
"I met a friend in first grade!"
"No one cares."
oblivious to the fact that her older sister is totally uninterested, Lulu goes on.
"Her name's Suzy! But she's sick today and she threw up in the big kids bathroom."
The wind swelled around me, pulling me back. The air was so thin, so thin. Thin. Isn't that such a weird word? Thin. Thhhinnnn. Suddenly, my crampon slipped and I threw myself into a self arrest. I was fine. But if I slipped..... I shuddered. I put all thoughts out of my head except for a simple command, step, step, and step, step. The summit looked soo close. But I knew that the thin air made it look closer. I blinked. Something had landed in front of me. A broken rope. I slowly tied it around my waist. I don't know why. It was hope that I could use it to save them. The owner was nowhere to be seen. I stood there shocked. That little object changed so much. I looked around, trying to see through the snowy haze.
The scouts and I were going to a scout base in Hawaii and we were on a plane. half way throw one of the engine started to smoke, then the plane started to nose dive. Everyone was screaming loudly. Then, everything went black - we had hit the water, and were now in the Pacific Ocean. When I came to, I was washed up on an island. I was alone. I couldn't see anyone. I tried to stand up. My legs were weak. By some miracle, I only had bruises and a head ache.
is so stupid so yeah bro
Bob Marley goes
You won’t believe what happened to me yesterday. I was walking to school and I heard a crying sound in a dumpster. I walked over to it and looked inside. The dumpster was completely empty except for one small lamp in the corner. This wasn’t an ordinary lamp, it was a golden lamp that genies supposedly come out of. I said what the heck and picked it up, rubbed it and waited. Nothing happened, I put it back down and started to walk away. Then somebody asked. “Where are you going?” I whipped back around and found an old man that looked like he lived in the dumpster himself. He had ripped up clothes and no shoes, his hair looked like it had been through a blender and I don’t think he has eaten in forever because I can see every bone in his small body.
This country is struggling with many things, but at the current time, one thing I think is important is gun control. People are killed by guns every week. In some states, you can buy guns without even having a background check. That makes it pretty easy for anybody, and everybody to have access to this deadly weapon. Guns are dangerous, and I think that unless people work for the police, or some other governmental job where it's absolutely necessary, guns shouldn't be allowed.
As I enter the world of dreams I see the large moon above the clouds and it tells me, "You have come once again, into my world of dreams. You are old enough now that I may ask you what you want in life, what is your wish? What is your dream?" I purse my lips and scrunch up my face as I think hard. I adjust my spectacles as I say in return,
"I want to remember."
"Remember what, my sear child. For there are many things to remember."
Puzzled by this new question I state without thinking, "All the good Sir. I want to remember all the good."
the streams of moonlight
to the forest floor
a gracefulness of a hand
a forest floor
dancing with the shadows of moonlight
to make the night come to life...
The cat leaped high
Higher than the sky
Then she crawled low
Then she chased after
the fat, plump mouse
She slept under the moon
She was never one to swoon
But when she saw the tom
They were forever together
In the shadows of the full moons light,
he looks up at you with lonely eyes,
so close to the sky yet miles away,
he sounds his greif with a haunting cry.
Day after day he walks the path of regret,
and night after night he walks the same path,
always lonely, but never alone.
Darkness, the sound of rain upon the roof,
The droplets sliding down the glass to meet the windowsill,
upon a dismal day.
All is quiet, all is calm, but for the sudden incandescence on the horizon,
meeting the raindrops on the ground with a blinding flash.
Why does anyone poach big cats! They are so majestic and proud. I wish there were not any poachers! Poachers disgust me! All I want is for there to be peace between animals and humans. Why do people kill big cats anyway! I hate poachers! THEY STINK!
Oreo's point of view
Oreo's point of view
I woke up early in the morning to a strange knocking noise. I went to the door and swung it open. Outside standing at the door a big white lion stood. I screamed then fainted. Later I woke up in the house with my lion. He followed me everywhere shaking his mane. I named him Marshmallow and he was a good pet. He never ate anyone and never attacked anyone either.
Scott crept his way up the stairs trying not to make a sound. He had called his Mom weeks ago from his base in Afghanistan to ask how their family was. Jenny had been quieter than usual for a few months now. Her mom thought it would get better but everyday when Jenny got home from school she would go right into her room and stay in there all night. Whenever her mom would look in Jenny would be sitting on her bed holding her picture of her big brother staring at it helplessly like the one thing in the world that she wanted was to see him again. Now Scott stood at her door. He knocked for a long time waiting for it to open. Expecting it to be her mom at the door Jenny had an annoyed look on her face that immediately changed to a pale look of shock and confusion. Jenny fell to her knees.
The cow jumped over the moon!
In the U.S. and other parts of the world there is a huge debate going on about controlling guns. Gun control is a broad term that covers many kinds of restrictions. Regulating what kind of firearms can be bought or sold and who can buy them and who can sell them.There are about 300 million guns in the U.S. as of 2013 and about 20 percent own them in New Hampshire. With other countries like Montana, Wyoming, Ohio, Arkansas, West Virginia, and Alaska in the upper 50 percentile the U.S. has a huge amount of guns. People in rural areas, and the suburbs ot as much in the urban area. America is a about evenly divided on the topic and it is a hard topic to cover. What is the state of federal gun control?
Take on an issue facing the world - such as climate change, ISIS, gun control, racial profiling - and write your best rant and/or persuasive argument.