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Happy Vermont Writes Day!

Submitted by admin on Fri, 02/20/2015 - 11:13

Thanks to everyone who participated in Vermont Writes Day. We've shut the writing down -- sorry -- but if you want to write, please go to, sign up for an account and when we activate it you can write EVERY DAY.

LET YWP know if your school participated. Send an email to THANKS

We'll be collecting all of that writing here (or on, and publishing some snippets in The Voice (YWP's digital magazine) and various media partners around Vermont.

Here were the prompts:

  • 2065: It’s the year 2065. Describe the coolest invention of the day. Tell a story about how you use it.
  • Animal: You’ve been granted a wish to be transformed into an animal for 24 hours. What animal would you be? Why? Tell a story of what happens.
  • School: What do you wish your school would do or provide that it doesn’t do/provide now?
  • Six: Write as many six-word stories as you can.
  • Staircase: It’s midnight. You can’t sleep. You open the door to your bedroom and there, in the hall, is a fantastic staircase that you've never seen before. What do you do? What happens?
  • Free Write: Write about anything! Tell a story!
  • Photo: Write from the perspective of anyone, or anything, in the photo below.

Drip, Drip, Drop

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 20:02

Drip, drip, drop. The faint tap of rain distracted the girl from her reading. "Ah, it's raining again." Drip, drip, drop. She looked over her shoulder to see glass door and porch lightly brushed with rainwater. The faint taps turned into loud drumming. She could hear the gush of rainwater fill the gutters. The door and porch were soon drenched in the water. She set down her small book and walked up to the glass door. Though it was raining heavily now, the sun still shone through the thick, grey clouds. The rain reminded her of her mother's funeral. She turned into a hermit and locked herself up in the small cottage she grew up in the forest. The rain painted the door and flowers outside with intricate patterns.

I want computer free time at school!

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 19:57

Iwish there was at least 1 hour of free computer time at school. I want computer free time because I really like to play a video game called Minecraft. My friend plays Minecraft too and we both want to play Minecraft during the long school day. Then when we are finally home we have to do homework and all we want to do is play Minecraft. We would not long to be on Minecraft as much if we had an extra hour to play. Plus,we both like to go on a website called YouTube and watch videos.


                                      By: Lillian Carr

Dancing In Red

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 19:56

I am in a dreamless sleep, no thoughts or wonders. There is a snap thats breaks my silent trance, and I awake, tired and mad, mad that the noise woke me up, and tired because it must 1:30. I get up out of bed, thinking that I should use the bathroom, just down the hall, and as I just exited the doorway I slip on my brothers toys and fall, hard, on my head. A horrible crack issues from the back of my skull, and with a quick scoop of nautia, I vomit. There is blood, some, and my head is spinning, I walk more carefully to my parents room, and down the hallway there is pictures and a doorway on the right, my sisters room, but this time, there is two doors. I look onto the new doorway, darkness. I run back into my room, and my head pounds, but this is an adventure, no stopping.


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 19:46


                                                                                        CHAPTER 1 


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 19:46


                                                                                        CHAPTER 1 

A Standing Cat

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 19:39

     When I woke up this morning, I became a cat, a cat swimming in the ocean.

    “What? Am I dreaming?” I talked to myself, and I choked -- it’s not a dream. The only thing I could do was swam and looked for somebody to help me. In a few moments, fortunately, there came a boat with a few kids on it. I jumped on the boat and tried to explain: “Listen, I’m a human. My name is Mark. Today I woke up and I --”

    I stopped there because obviously no one was listening. They were all in shocked.

    “A cat? Swimming in the sea? I must be dreaming.” A kid said.


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 19:39

       I was rummaging through my grandparent’s medicine cabinets, looking for some Advil. I had a little headache from the long ride (with my annoying sister) and I wanted it to go away. Instead I saw a brilliant blue bottle, with a worn label, yellowed an age, with some prehistoric font. It proudly stated, “MIND CREAM”. Intrigued, and bored since I was alone, (I had managed to opt out of a loud family journey to the general store for ice cream), I turned the bottle around to see what was on the back. “Trade minds with anything that has a brain, lasting over ten minutes” was proudly advertised. I giggled to myself and muttered, “What is this”.

My Wish

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 19:38

"I wish I could be an Owl" said Nadja.  "I want to be an owl because I could fly all over the world" she continued.  Poof a fairy apperared.  "You want to an owl?" the fairy said.  "Well here you go".  And she was gone, and Nadja was an owl!  "Wow I really am an owl" she said as she flys down and lands on a branch.  Then she sees other owls and says hi.  But they don't understand, so she goes gets some food.  "I'll try to catch a fish" she says.  Then she stops flying, she is human again.  "That was fun, but it was only for twenty-four hours" she said.  Then shes goes to bed. 

Jack's Time of Change

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 03/12/2015 - 19:35

What would you do if you knew there were rude youths with shocking habits near the ones you love?

21-year-old Jack Swallowbee had given up on his life's ambition to become a hitman.

However, at a birthday party he discovers some rude children trying to pimp slap his hot lover, Jenny Smalls, and he decides it's time for change.

In need of some firepower and important weapons, the clever and popular Jack pops to San Diego for a bit of shopping.

Having led a wild life, Jack finds himself unable to find the right weapons in San Diego. So he sets out to acquire some guns and such from Cambridge instead.