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It is hard believing
That a river is falling
In the most peaceful of ways.
Droplets of water
Tripping over each other
Falling miles, but in a matter of days.
- MAX WONSAVAGE, KILLINGTON
Tweets: Lonely
Her weather changed. The sun became
clouded, her whole world became black.
She lost the one she loved. The one she
cherished the most. #deep
- STEFANIE ALLEN, RUTLAND
Spring
Oh my gosh, I cant believe it! Spring
is here! Bye-bye winter clothing. Hello
cute rainboots!
-KATELYN SCHUTT, WEST RUTLAND
The fam
Training.
Putting everything I have
into something I want.
Going hard so things will be easy.
Repeating things over and over
to get stronger and stronger.
Having the people that you want and need
to help you the whole way, no matter the
outcome.
The wind hitting my face from going fast.
The rush I get from almost crashing,
and just barely holding on.
Scared of what could happen.
Standing and looking down the course.
Waiting nervously for a go.
Remembering what to do,
and what not to do.
Out of the start.
Pushing as hard as I can
so that it will be a good and fast run.
Almost there.
Almost to the finish and tired.
Giving it my all, pushing it to the limit.
- AIDAN BENNETT, BENSON
Tumbling
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Crab
I think its kind of rude to swap my occupied sign to lonely without my permission ... I wrote about you like you were a
present but now my pen knows you as a
memory.
If mud sliding and sports-bra wearing
were metaphors for anything, it would be
home. And if home was a metaphor for
anything, it would probably feel like the
farthest island away from your ego.
I want to stay up all night with slam
poets and Emily Dickinson writing
poetry; I want to watch the stars constellations and the sun rise so it can get a nice
view of the world; I want to sing lullabies
to what we never put down so it sounds
asleep.
I no longer listen to songs and pretend
youre singing them to me.
Youre hundreds of morning runs
away, and now Im ready to make it
thousands.
When you told me safety is a social
construct, I pictured you with your arms
out anyway. Now I just think of you
walking away.
Each year, Young Writers Project publishes an anthology of the best writing and photography submitted to
youngwritersproject.org. A team of staff, mentors and
students makes selections from thousands of submissions. This week, we present some of the local writers
who are featured in the anthology. For copies of the
anthology, go to youngwritersproject.org/anthology8.
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Tumbling
It is hard believing
that a river is falling
in the most peaceful of ways,
droplets of water
tripping over each other,
falling miles, but in a matter of days.
- MAX WONSAVAGE, KILLINGTON
Trump
Trump has really funny hair
and his skin is like a tangerine.
He hides behind a lot of lies,
a money-made smokescreen.
The things he says are racist,
sexist and obscure;
the only way hed be all right
is if ignorance had a cure.
Anthology 8 cover photo by Bryan Storck, Essex Junction, VT
were daydreams.
I wanted you to see me shivering, wrap
your sky around me and ask about my
poetry.
But I wanted a dream. And you are
not a dream. You are a cloudy sky that I
havent seen in awhile.
- ALIYA SCHNEIDER, RUTLAND
The fountain
BY SAVANNAH PERRY, RUTLAND
My grandmother hands me a penny; I
make a wish under my breath and toss the
little treasure in the beautiful, old fountain in the middle of the park. I grab my
grandmothers hand and we walk along
the old, beaten-down path.
Behind us, I hear a little splash of
water but when I look around to see who
has thrown a coin into the fountain, there
is no one there. The fountain is just as we
left it. I turn around and forget about it.
Remembering what I have wished, I
smile and start to hum. My grandmother
and I dont know what or who will control, or possibly grant, the very powerful
wish I have just made.
******
Here you go. Now dont throw it in
until Mommy and your sister get theirs.
Can you believe that when Mommy was a
little girl she came here with her grandmother, made a wish and threw a penny
in this exact fountain?
Make a wish. Ready? One. Two.
Three. Throw it.
I clap for them, remembering the day
that I had spent with my grandmother,
trying to remember the wish that I had
made. I look down, watching the coins
drop to the bottom of the fountain, and
something catches my eye. It is sparkling,
but I cant quite tell what it is. It is a note.
The shiny note has my name on it and the
year that I was 7 years old, which is how
old I was when I threw my last penny
in this fountain with my grandmother.
Below my name it says came true! But
the note also has the deep and permanent
words across it MISTAKE.
I try to reach down and touch it. I am
very curious to know what the note means
and who wrote it. I stretch out my hand
as far as it will go but I cannot reach it.
My entire arm is soaking wet, but I want
to know more about it. I lean over and
stretch my hand out again when a huge
gust of wind comes out of nowhere and I
fall over into the fountain!
I go from sitting on the side of the
fountain with my kids and husband, to
screaming and trying to grab the sides of
the fountain. My hands keep on slipping,
and I lose control and fall down for what
seems like forever. As I am falling, I open
my eyes and realize that on one side of
the tunnel there are pictures of me. They
are very bright, and they all show people
who are smiling. On the other side there
are pictures of people yelling and crying.
I have to squint to realize that they are all
of other people and me. There are pictures
that are lightened up, bright and very
comforting against the black stones.
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ITS FRIDAY, MAY 13
7 - 9 PM
MAIN STREET LANDING
BURLINGTON
Wishing well
At the bottom of the wishing well in the
park, there is a little town you cant see
because it is dark.
They watch people walk by thousands of
times, hoping they might just throw down
some dimes.
People think its just a well, but what they
dont know is that its filled with spells.
If they would just throw down a penny
or two, they would find that their wishes
would come true.
The well is a dirty shade of yellow and
green, but if you look down it will indeed
start to gleam.
Long ago kids would line up to make a
wish; one day some kid even brought her
pet fish.
So for now the little town will wait, until
a child comes and finds out her fate.
- MORGAN WASHBURN, PITTSFORD
Brandeis blue
It was the most brilliant shade of blue Id
ever seen.
I was walking in town, and what did I see?
A whole ton of blue; it was all around me.
Up and above, and all down below, it was
everywhere, but I just went with the flow.
The sky, the homes, the cars, the coast!
A color loved by many, actually, most.
Every little corner had a shade of blue.
It could be bright, or even dull, too!
However it became a little repeated.
My frustration got bigger; I got really
heated. But then I saw this one little shop.
It was so brilliant, I wanted to drop.
The sign, the seats, the walls, the treats.
It was all blue! A blue bakery.
They offered it all! My favorites blue tea!
It was a wild shade of blue, not like the
others.
This great little idea came from another.
I walked in the shop with an open mind.
The clerk didnt notice me; it was like he
was blind!
I went up to him saying, Can I get some
blue tea?
He gasped and he looked like he wanted
to flee.
Not blue, BRANDEIS! the clerk
projected, saying it like Brandeis was
something he respected.
And then I realized that Brandeis was that
wild shade!
I ordered the tea, and then I paid.
I walked out of there with a smile on my
face
because then I knew that this was the
place.
- RACHEL GREGORY, RUTLAND
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and beyond. A team of staff, mentors and students selects the best writing and images for publication. This
week, we present responses to the prompts, General
writing & Blue: Use the phrase, it was the most brilliant shade of blue. More at youngwritersproject.org.
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Decisions
Your life is made up of millions and billions of decisions.
And all of those decisions affect the rest
of your life.
The decision to go left or right will
change your path;
it will alter it in ways that can be good,
or bad.
Your decision to walk faster might save
your life, or it might end it.
Your decision to go to a party could intro-
Blue
It was the most beautiful shade of blue Id
ever seen.
Her eyes.
Each day they changed,
and I had never seen them the same.
Yet, they were always those blue eyes.
And when we kissed,
her pale eyelids drooped,
hazy with the sense of lust.
I never told her the way they drooped and
especially how much I loved it.
And now I wish I could.
Specks of grey and green,
specks of confusion and true feeling.
Bitch.
The most beautiful shade of blue eyes
played me.
Again.
But here I am wanting to see the eyelids
slightly hide the hazy blues.
Here I am wanting to be close enough to
recognize the specks of grey and green,
the specks of confusion.
Again.
Im addicted to her and I have no idea
what Im doing,
no idea why I keep coming back to let my
own dull eyes swallow the blue.
But here I am.
Once again.
Desperately wanting her to see the blue
in me.
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Knock, knock.
Whos there?
Lion.
Lion who?
Lion on the front porch. Let me in!
Knock, knock.
Whos there?
Phillip.
Phillip who?
Phillip my cup; Im thirsty.
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Knock, knock.
Whos there?
Dwayne!
Dwayne who?
Dwayne the bathtub quick!
Im dwownding!
Knock, knock.
Whos there?
Ailene.
Ailene who?
Ailened on the door and it opened.
Knock, knock.
Whos there?
Police.
Police who?
Police stop telling these awful knockknock jokes!
-DYLAN LEE, BENSON
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NEXT CHALLENGES
Blue. It was the most brilliant shade of
blue Id ever seen Work that phrase
(or concept) into a poem or story. Alternate: Framed: You have a photograph
of a meaningful moment. Describe
it. But wait, theres more now tell
a story about whats just outside the
frame. Post the photo! Due April 22
Alone
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TO THE WINNERS OF THE
I AND YOU
POETRY CHALLENGE!
Cancel that!
I was so excited for our upcoming
Disney trip! Everything was planned. Our
MagicBands had arrived and all our FastPass+ and dinner reservations had been
made. I couldnt even think straight, I was
so excited. In just a few weeks I would be
at Walt Disney World!
One day, I was walking into the kitchen when I heard my mom on the phone.
Yes I would like to cancel the reservation, she said.
I started to freak out.
Yes, the Polynesian Resort, I would
like to cancel that, she said.
That was it! She was canceling the
Disney trip! I didnt know why, but why
else would she be canceling a reservation
at the hotel?
When she got off the phone, I started
to talk so fast that I was almost out of
breath. I asked her why she canceled the
trip. She didnt have a chance to speak.
I heard you on the phone canceling
the trip! I yelled.
It turns out there was just an extra
room on the reservation. She was canceling the extra room.
I had freaked out for nothing.
- NOAH DURKEE, RUTLAND
Best friend
She is nice.
She is good.
She is smart.
She is kind.
She is (tries to be) funny.
I am proud to call her my best friend.
- ANGELA PERRY, RUTLAND
NEXT CHALLENGE
Blue. It was the most brilliant shade
of blue Id ever seen Work that
phrase (or concept) into a poem or
story. Alternate: Framed: You have a
photograph of a meaningful moment.
Describe it. Tell a story about whats
just outside the frame. Post the photo!
Due April 22
Magical bush
It used to be beautiful.
We used to sit inside and pretend it was
our house.
We pretended the branches were chairs
and the dirt-covered ground was carpet.
We would cover our faces as we ran in
through the pretend door
because if we didnt, we would come out
with more scratches than we went in with.
The small leaves would get stuck in our
hair
and when we got in the shower, they
would fall out of the creases in our
clothes.
We would spend hours out there,
my sisters and me.
We would play and our imaginations
would take flight.
We would pretend we were older
or younger.
We would pretend we were each others
parents
and we would clean the house
just like our Mom and Dad did.
And now at the end of my lifetime,
just as I turn 100,
I return to the magical bush
that held my imagination as a child.
However, just like my childhood,
the three bushes that made up the walls of
our pretend house
died.
Nothing is left.
Except for three small stumps.
Tears come to my eyes
and run down my wrinkled, old face.
I cry for the memories.
I cry for my childhood.
I cry for my sisters.
I cry for the three small stumps
that are all thats left of my beautiful
childhood bush
that was the home of my imagination,
and the home of my childhood happiness.
As I sit on the three small stumps,
my old and creaky limbs yearn to jump
and run through the makeshift door that is
only of my imagination.
They yearn to sit on the branches and
swing upside down.
But my beautiful bush is gone,
and its not going to come back.
- MAGGIE SCHILLINGER, RUTLAND
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My life as a cat
Blue. It was the most brilliant shade of blue Id ever seen Work that phrase (or
concept) into a poem or story. Alternate: Framed: You have a photograph of a meaningful moment. Describe it. But wait, theres more now tell a story about whats just
outside the frame. Post the photo! Due April 22
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Dont give up
Everyone has a point in their lives
when they want to be done with everything, and just have a break from the
world. We get these feelings mostly from
other people around us. Many kids get
bullied because of their looks, personality,
or even just being themselves.
Personally, I have many people I
would like to give up on. But I am not the
type of person to just stop caring and give
up. I like to push myself and keep trying
because everyone in this world is just
trying to live.
Honestly, giving up on a person seems
so unfair. Why spend your life unhappy
and hating people when instead, you
could give people a chance.
One of my greatest pet peeves is mean
people, and unfortunately, our world has
many of them.
People just dont care about anything
anymore, and would much rather make
themselves happy by making fun of
others because they think its funny or
something.
My question is, whats the point in giving up on people? Is it because were too
lazy to even try or give them a chance?
Life obviously isnt full of second
chances, but what even is a second
chance? All were doing is keeping our
trust and faith in that person.
I would much rather give people more
chances than just give up and move on.
It probably is the easier thing to do, but it
really isnt OK.
Although I am against giving up on
people, I have done it in the past. It really
is a hard thing to do, and sometimes it
seems as though you dont have much of
a choice.
There comes a time when the person
you are trying to communicate with just
keeps giving up on you.
You try to reach out to them, but they
keep pushing you away.
Thats when I want to give up. I give
up when people show me they dont care
anymore.
Its the saddest thing, especially when
youve been trying for a long time, but
the point is that we have no control.
We dont have any guarantees, and we
never know whats going to happen in
life. As fallible as we all are, we have to
keep trying, and we have to keep reaching
out to others.
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One word
Hey.
That one word is all it took. All he had
to do was walk up to me, with those big
brown eyes and say that one word with a
smile bright enough to light up a city. It
was that one word that made me immediately fall head over heels in love with this
gorgeous stranger.
And so it began.
We were best friends, but it was more
than that. We shared everything with
each other, never worrying if it could go
wrong. We were madly in love. When
we were together it was like the rest of
the world didnt exist; we had eyes only
for each other. I love you, he would
whisper softly into my ear. We knew
each other as well as we knew ourselves,
almost better. We spent hours just lying
together, sometimes not even talking, just
enjoying being close to each other.
And then it happened; everything fell
apart.
Im so sorry, he said, tears filling
those beautiful eyes that I fell in love
with.
But sorry wasnt going to fix what
he had done, nothing would. He, in one
night, had destroyed the beautiful thing
we had built. He had destroyed me.
-KATHRYN DUGAN, POULTNEY
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I believe
I believe that we are equal
no matter what they say,
no matter where were from,
or how we spend our day.
Pay no attention to the skin color,
or the religion that they pray,
accepting one another
is the kind and human way.
We shouldnt judge by who they love
or choose to be in life,
because hurting those whore different
will only cause grief and strife.
My beliefs are not as common
as I hope that they would be
since we do live in a land
where everyone should be free.
Many may oppose
but I wont change how I feel,
because I dream of equal times
thatll one day become real.
-HEATHER MCMANUS, RUTLAND
Stress on Mondays
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Mondays.
The beginning of the week, the beginning
of my misery.
-ATHENA EUBER, RUTLAND
Last step
As the army marched toward us, we
were scared.
Our husbands, dads, and friends were
marching off to World War II. They
walked in a line, stepping together.
They dressed proudly, but the look on
their faces told a different story.
They looked scared.
And although the birds were chirping,
the soldiers were not happy.
When they walked past us, they
stopped. The commander looked at his
wife. She was the last person he saw.
- STEFANIE ALLEN, RUTLAND
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NEXT CHALLENGES
Tweet: Tell a story in a tweet (140-character segments). Alternate: SoundShower: Listen to the audio link on this challenge on youngwritersproject.org/
prompts15-16 and write the story you hear. Due March 25
Humbling: I thought I knew the answer, but finish the sentence in a
story of a real or imagined experience. Alternate: Expectations: You meet your
biggest idol. Describe the meeting. Is the person everything you had hoped for
or ? Due April 1
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In the hallway
I want to be
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This week, we present responses to the challenges,
Sound-Ice: Listen to the sound and write; and General writing. More at youngwritersproject.org.
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Crackle of ice
The crackle of the ice in your cup
is like a knife to the chest.
You get the feeling of butterflies in your
stomach,
and then bam, you get the feeling
knocked out of you.
Youre staggering, trying to stand.
Your daze is getting the best of you.
Youre trying to talk,
but your lips are sealed, cant move.
You start to panic.
What did I drink? What did I smoke?
Your body goes numb and you hit the
floor...
You start thinking, I just got drugged.
All it takes is one drink, one puff, and you
end up ...
DYLAN LEE, BENSON
NEXT CHALLENGES
Humbling: I thought I knew the
answer, but finish the sentence
in a story of a real or imagined experience. Alternate: Expectations:
You meet your biggest idol insert
celebrity/public figure here describe the meeting. Due April 1
We need you
Cant you see it how I see it,
how I do what I do?
How I help out with everything,
and how you do nothing?
We need you; we need your help,
help with everything,
everything bad and good,
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NEXT CHALLENGES
Train tracks
Here I am, standing, waiting
waiting for him.
He told me to meet him here.
Im here right on time, 12 oclock.
I have the money he wants, but hes not
here.
I turn to grab the pay phone.
Right as I grab it, a hand touches my
shoulder.
I turn around and its him.
He takes the money and pushes me.
I trip and fall onto the train tracks.
Kings apprentice
Boom! The sound echoed down the
street. The huge door at the front of the
city rattled and shook as if a fearsome
beast were about to smash through.
The people of the city were running
around, shoving each other to reach
safety. Thousands of feet were pounding
against the stone pavements. Soldiers
rushed toward the gate, drawing their
swords and leveling their spears.
One of the soldiers was a teenage boy.
His name was Valkryn. He was nervous
and excited at the same time, for this was
his first battle. He had spent the past year
marching around the kingdom, catching
thieves and walking back and forth for
hours while on patrol.
As he charged forward with the other
soldiers, another boom erupted, causing
the door to fall and the walls to crack.
Suddenly, the attacking army swarmed
in and total mayhem ensued. The sounds
of swords clashing, shields banging and
armor clanking filled the air.
Valkryn dodged around, every now and
then hitting an enemy with his shield. He
was taken by surprise as he slammed into
somebody and stumbled back; instantly
he realized that it was the king!
Your majesty, Valkryn cried. What
are you doing here?
What does it look like? the king
replied as he deflected a sword and sliced
his own sword through the attacker.
Im helping my people! Now get
behind me before you get yourself kill
he said just as an arrow struck his chest.
Your majesty! Valkryn shouted as he
ran forward and crouched next to the king
who had fallen to the ground.
With long, shaky breaths, the king
grabbed Valkryns hand and placed something small into it. Never forget this moment, my child, said the old man, before
taking one last breath.
Valkryn defended the kings body until
he was hit on the head and knocked out
cold. When he woke later, he was in the
royal palace, lying on a magnificent bed.
A man in royal robes stood near the bed.
Valkryn started to ask a question when
the man held up his hand to stop him. I
will explain everything he said. Just
listen. We drove back the attacking army,
but we lost many lives, one of them being
the king. You happened to be there when
the king died, so he gave you this.
He held up a gold ring. This ring, the
man said, is part of the royal family. The
king gives this to the heir when he thinks
the heir is worthy. The king, having no
heirs, has given it to you. ...
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Trump
Trump has really funny hair
and his skin is like a tangerine;
he hides behind a lot of lies,
a money-made smoke screen.
The things he says are racist,
sexist and obscure;
the only way hed be alright
is if stupidity had a cure.
If he becomes the man in charge,
I will surely leave;
the loss of a once great country
we will have to grieve.
HEATHER MCMANUS, RUTLAND
Grandmas brisket
My mother sat across from my grandmother at the dining room table,
sipping on tea,
and told her that she would be remembered for her brisket.
I didnt want to try to imagine
a day without my grandmothers brisket
or old magenta lipstick marks on her
teacup.
But I did know
that she would be remembered
for more than her famous brisket.
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NEXT PROMPTS
It is full of opportunity.
With determination you can get even better
Although there are many bumps along the
road of success.
Music is like life.
ETHAN SCHMITT, RUTLAND
Bad timing
Could this class be any more boring? I
ask myself as I sit in the back of the class
listening to the teacher lecture us on how
to properly write an essay.
I look at the clock and see we have 10
minutes left of class.
If I go to the bathroom right now, I can
stall enough so that when I return everyone will be packing up for the next class.
I stand up and ask to use the restroom.
When I open the door, I hear two people
talking in the empty hallway. They are
two students from a higher grade.
One is standing against the wall, and
the other is about two feet away from
him. Both are clearly angry.
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The intervention
A young boy was walking through the
hall one day when he saw a parent and
a teacher fighting about a child missing
school.
He watched as the two adults fought
like children. He wanted to do something,
but he was scared to intervene.
He thought for a minute and then got
Rydell High
School walking from class to class,
waiting for the day to end.
The hallways connect each class. The
hallways have many stories teachers
yelling at students, fights and just the
everyday gossiping.
It was in the hallways of Rydell High
where the biggest story happened between two students. And I was there.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard
a scream. Five others and I ran to the
scene.
I looked around and saw my best
friend and the most popular girl in school,
lying on the ground.
Against the wall was her boyfriend,
furious. I knew that they were having
some problems. They were always fighting about the stupidest things.
She got up, but she was slow. She
didnt want to make him even madder.
She started to walk away, but he
pushed her back down.
His face was red and he acted with no
shame.
She started to cry. I stepped in front of
her, and two other boys stepped in front
of him. I just couldnt let her get hurt one
more time.
Finally, a teacher came out and caught
the boy. As he was being dragged away,
he looked back at his girlfriend and me.
That was the last time we ever saw
him.
STEFANIE ALLEN, RUTLAND
What I see
Cant you see it? I ask myself.
Im searching for an image that to me
seems so impossible,
but apparently to others it is clear as day.
I am looking for a grown adult
but all I see is a little kid.
Shes got this model-like figure
but all I see is just some ugly person,
a girl thats popular
but all I see is a girl with two friends,
a girl with no acne and perfect make-up
but all I see is a girl covered in zits with
terrible make-up,
a smart girl
but all I see is a B+ average girl,
a girl thats always happy
but all I see is a girl with depression,
a girl that doesnt stress and is carefree
but all I see is a girl that has terrible
anxiety
and a girl that loves herself
but all I see is a girl that hates every part
of herself.
I dont see anything, I tell myself
Worst part is, I believe it, too.
SOPHIA TEDESCO, AGE 17, RUTLAND
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Fleigengeister myth
It has finally been spotted, and I am
proud to say that I was the one to see it.
There have been rumors spreading around
this part of the country about this mysterious winged creature, and I now have
proof that it exists. This monster is the
Fleigengeister.
I remember my parents telling me all
about this thing for years and years, and I
often couldnt sleep at night. Recently, I
devoted two years of my life to living in
the woods, and I have found it. Its hard
to explain what it looks like, but Ill try
my best.
The giant winged creature resembles a
pterodactyl, something that has been extinct for millions of years. It has a gigantic pointed head, almost snake-like, with
large, yellow, glowing eyes. Its almost as
if it is staring through your soul. Its dark
green in color, most likely to disguise
itself and have a sense of camouflage.
On its torso, two large wings extend
from both sides. Its wing span has to be
an easy 18 feet across, but it just doesnt
seem real. At the moment, I remembered something from my childhood, the
Johnny Quest cartoons. In the opening
sequence, it showed this large dinosaur/
pterodactyl-looking thing. This monster
I was seeing came directly from that
cartoon.
Underneath it, there are two large,
three-toed feet, measuring an easy 36
inches in width and over 50 inches from
toe to heel. This leads me to believe that
it not only can fly, but it can also walk on
land, making it twice as dangerous.
Ladies and gentleman, I am telling you
this in strict confidence as a friend. Dont
do what I did. Dont go into the woods
alone because you will see this thing, and
you will not like it.
MATTHEW CREED, AGE 14, RUTLAND
Words
It was the eyes, chocolate brown and
always searching, that warned me to stop.
Their urgency made me pause for a
nanosecond; however, I kept the steady
pace at which I was moving.
Soon after, doubt slithered into little
holes in my brain, causing my words to
run like a wet painting.
My tongue twisted and flipped, and I
tripped over the stream of words falling
out of my mouth.
I glanced over at the eyes again and
they seemed alarmed as if I had just set
off a bomb.
Thats when I realized that these words
that I was spitting out, the ones that were
causing sparked looks and locked jaws,
they were just words.
They werent physical punches that
leave black and blues, but they hurt all the
same, and the hurt lasted much longer.
Thats what these eyes were telling me.
Thats why they wanted me to stop.
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Dont do it
It was the eyes, chocolate brown and
always searching, that warned me to not
eat the last homemade chocolate chip
cookie.
MICHAEL BLAIS, AGE 14, MOUNT HOLLY
Outed
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Ghost
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Searching
Its such an easy task, I dont even know
why I stress out over this.
A daily necessity, yet I still seem to
struggle.
School has just ruined my whole mind.
My mother tries to console me,
telling me to just hurry up.
My father just laughs,
thinking that Im joking around.
My little brother tries to help, but actually
makes it worse.
My mind is always cluttered,
making simple tasks difficult,
just like this one.
My troubled self cant handle
anything right now.
I finally just close my eyes
and reach out my arm.
My hand finds some cut-up fruit.
Guess this is what Ill have for lunch.
CAYLEIGH OCONNELL, AGE 16, CORINTH
Its him
What do I do? I have no idea. Whatever it is, I cant continue to talk to myself.
People probably think Im crazy sitting
here with my eyes wandering everywhere.
I never should have done it. Why
did I go to that party in the first place? I
never knew that one little decision could
destroy everything all at once. I think for
a minute. Everything was fine when I was
there. Everyone was drinking so I thought
a couple drinks couldnt hurt. I started off
with a shot, then two, then three, then I
was in the car.
I open my eyes. I dont know where
I am. All I know is I want to leave, but
where do I go? My moms been in the
hospital for weeks and my dad, well who
knows where he is. When I was little, it
was all about time. One day he said hed
be back in a week, then the next time it
was a month, and one day he just never
came back. I dont remember his face, but
I remember him kissing me goodnight the
night before he left, and saying goodbye.
I start to drive. I am still dizzy from the
night before although I dont really know
what time it is, so it could be an hour ago.
I close my eyes for a minute and start
spinning. Is it in my head? All I hear is a
screech. It sounds like someones scratching a chalkboard. I open my eyes when it
ends. Its real. My hearts pounding, my
heads spinning and my bodys shaking.
My car is off the road. I get out and walk
across the road to see what I have hit. Its
another car.
Theres a car seat, but the babys not
breathing. The drivers eyes are open but
shes bleeding. I start to cry. What have
I done? What do I do? Whats going to
happen? My hearts still pounding, my
head still spinning and my body still
shaking. I am in shock. I start running.
Now Im here sitting on this bench with
all these people looking at me. Do they
know? What if it is their wife and son? A
police officer walks up to me and asks if
I will come down to the station so he can
ask me a few questions.
Now Im sitting in a room. An officer
asks me my name and I reply, Alyssa
Corbett. He tells me that the detective
will be in to talk to me.
He walks in.Good morning, Im
Agent Corbett. Its him. Its his voice.
My dad.
EMILEE SWEATT, AGE 14, BENSON
Three girls,
three personalities
After getting my regular hot chocolate
and cheesecake square at the cafe, I head
outside. I pick a table and settle down in
the cold, metal chair.
I take a sip and look around. At the
table on my left, there is a family of four;
two people, who I assume are the parents,
are talking and drinking coffee.
The girl and boy, who look like twins,
both sip what looks like hot chocolate and
chomp on a donut twist.
On my right, there is a couple, talking.
They look like they are about 18. They
make funny faces at each other, hoping to
make each other laugh.
I dont bother to look behind me, but in
front of me, there are three girls.
One girl has sunglasses on and she
looks like she is staring at me.
She looks like she doesnt want to be
at the table with the other two girls. She
has that look like when people want to
leave a place as fast as they can.
She looks like a girl who thinks she
is nice all the time but is really always
mean. The only things that come out of
her mouth are sassy things. Also, she
looks bored out of her mind.
On her right, there is a girl who has
an expression on her face that I cannot
read. Its something between hopeful and
happy.
She keeps looking around, like shes
waiting for someone. She wears a tiny
smile on her face. When she sees me
looking at her, her smile widens and she
waves cheerfully.
The third girl has bangs, but I cant see
her face because of her hand; its covering it.
She seems to be either looking at the
table or her drink. She looks like a shy
one.
The cheerful girl asks her a question.
The girl with bangs snaps her head up and
begins to talk, using her hands.
She seems excited. After she is done
answering, she blushes and looks back at
her drink.
It is amusing watching these girls.
I hear a beep; its my phone, so I have
to leave. I throw my trash away and walk
down Main Street wondering why those
girls were there. For a school project? A
meeting of some sort?
I smile and keep walking.
ATHENA EUBER, AGE 13, RUTLAND
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Canyon
The sky overhead is as blue and clear
as the ocean. Bright rays beam down on
my skin, invading my pores and extracting sweat that runs down my body like
the current of a river.
Over the distant crooked mountains I
see a few puffy clouds, almost like torn
cotton. I inhale the freshest air thats ever
entered my lungs.
All around me are rocky hills that cen-
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Listen, travelling soul,
our spirit guides stumbled upon
us with their ideas of
a twisted serendipity
the day that they
watched you enter
my life. The wind roared the words of a
sacred knowledge. The rain
leapt from the sky
with a passion unmatched
by a nun in prayer or
a blossoming rose hip after the frost, or
the
childs undying
curiosity.
I asked a lot of
questions and the
answers tasted like
moonlight tinged by the
unmistakable bitterness of
darkness and unknown.
Time froze before it ran out.
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whether it be the colorful trees
or the busy, bustling farms.
I see the mountains all around me
and I know that I am home;
this is the safest place
that I have ever known.
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Basefootski
If I had the chance to invent a new
sport, it would be called basefootski.
This is how it would work: The quarterback would stand at the top of a ski
slope, and the skiing receiver would start
skiing down.
As the receiver was skiing, the quarterback would throw a football to the skiing
receiver.
The goal, obviously, is to catch the
ball.
You get different numbers of points
depending on how far you are from the
top of the hill when you catch the ball,
and how fast you are going when you
catch the ball.
At the pro levels, it would be played
with a NBL (National Basefootski
League) regulation football. It would
be similar to an NFL ball, except that it
would be more aerodynamic so it would
go farther.
A team would be made up of six
people, a starting quarterback, a starting
skiing receiver, and two sets of backups.
The league would have hundreds of
teams. The regular season would be from
November to March, and teams would
play 91 games. The playoffs would start
in April. The final game would be the
world series, and it would be played in
May. At pro levels this sport would be
played on a very steep slope, in a western
ski area usually.
Here is where the baseball part comes
in. It would be played in innings, just
like baseball. One team would get three
outs. An out would be when there is an
incomplete pass.
After three outs, the opposing team
would go, and after their three outs, that
would be one inning. One game would
be 25 innings. If the catch is 20 to 30
yards from the top of the hill, it would be
1 point. If it is 31-40 yards from the top
it would be 2 points, 41-50 would be 3
points, 51-60 would be 4 points, 61-80
would be 5, 80-100 would be 6, and 100
plus would be 7 points.
Players have to be moving at least 30
mph when they catch the ball to qualify to
get points. Whoever has the most points
at the end of the game is the winner. If
the game is tied at the end, it will go into
extra innings until someone wins.
BENJAMIN PENCAK , AGE 13, RUTLAND
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Decisions
I wake up and rub my eyes. I jump into
the shower and let the hot water relax my
muscles and wake me up. I get dressed
and head downstairs. I go into the kitchen
and grab an apple and my backpack.
Bye Mom, Im heading to school! I
shout.
Sweetie, you might not want to ...
she yells, running down the hallway.
She is interrupted by the yelling of paparazzi and the flashing of lights as they
photograph me trying to close the door.
What are they doing here? I ask my
mom.
Honey, remember when you did that
dance at your competition? Well, someone recorded it and posted it on YouTube.
I got a few letters this morning, one from
the Joffrey Ballet School; you got early
acceptance. And one from a producer
who wants you for a movie. Sweetie,
your video is all over the Internet. Youre
famous.
But what if I dont want to be? What
if I want to be normal, fly under the radar? I dont want to go to a fancy school
or be in a movie. I just want to dance.
Dont tell me you are going to give
this up, my mother says, getting angry.
I dont know, I whisper, and I run
back upstairs and head to the room at the
end of the hall, an empty room I use as
my dance room.
One wall is lined with mirrors and I
have a ballet bar as well. The wall next to
the mirrors has four windows that flood
the room with light. I change into spandex and a tank top.
I cry as I dance, blurring my view of
my steps in the mirror. I dance until my
entire body is sore and aching. I collapse
onto the floor, trying to control my emotions. I have the hardest decision to make;
give up what I love and live a normal
life, or be constantly under scrutiny but
be dancing in front of millions of adoring
people. I cant win.
KATHRYN DUGAN, AGE 13, POULTNEY
Starstruck
The lights, the cameras, its all going too
fast.
That old life of mine, now its all in the
past.
How does one simple action change it all?
Im so dizzy, I feel like I might fall.
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Being first
First that comment you see on almost
every video, Instagram photo and everything else.
Then theres the reply on that comment
saying how it doesnt matter that youre
first, or that youre twenty-seventh, not
first.
No matter how annoying it is, you
learn to deal with it, those 10 comments
in a row of people claiming that theyre
first.
And who knows who started this trend,
and who knows wholl end it? Its been
around for a while, and it doesnt look
like its going anywhere.
Imagine if something was posted five
seconds ago, and its your chance to
show that youre early.
You press comment, and tap the letters, f-i-r-s-t. Maybe even add an emoji
for some flare.
Theres that adrenaline you feel in your
chest, the feeling that you were first, and
you were the first to see it.
Its a time to rejoice, but then you see
that someone else commented before you.
The joyous feeling in your stomach melts
into a puddle.
Someone else was here before you,
saw this post before you, and you didnt
notice. But then you realize, I can be the
first like!
Its fun to feel special, like the greatest
person on earth, but it cant always be a
reality.
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Footsteps, & General writing. Read more at youngwritersproject.org.
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Ghost
There she is
There she is. Shes the most beautiful
doe I have ever seen.
I chase her, crunching through the
woods. She enters a field without hesitating to step out into the open.
I stop and wait to make sure its safe.
After a second, I step out into the open;
the leaves crunch under my hooves. As I
step out, I look up at that doe.
Crunch! She takes another step.
I put my head down to eat some grass.
Crunch! I look up again; she hasnt
moved. I look around. I dont see anything.
Bang! I drop. Im unable to move. I
watch that beautiful doe jet back into the
woods.
I try to move; I try to see where the
shot came from, but I cant.
I thrash my antlers, trying to get away.
I see two dark shapes coming toward me.
I hear a voice shout, I think I shot the
doe, Papa!
Then I hear, Its a buck! Oh my gosh,
its a buck!
Thats when I realize these are my last
breaths.
The hunters are standing right over me
now. Im moving my antlers trying to get
up to run but I cant.
I hear the big hunter speak for the first
time now.
He says, Shoot it again. I just dont
want it to get up and run.
I watch as the little hunter raises the
gun. Then bang!
The last thing I remember hearing was:
Hes huge!
Congratulations!
JILLIAN STUART, AGE 13, BENSON
directions.
I close my eyes tighter and the winds
get heavier, but I start to get warmer.
I can just barely move my left arm,
and my legs can finally bend again.
I very slowly open my eyes and there
is the ghost thats been haunting me...
ERIN MCCLALLEN, AGE 14, RUTLAND
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My Ghost, Matt
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Precious things
BY EMMA SUKER, AGE 11, SHREWSBURY
If I told you that you had to move suddenly and you could only bring a small
box, what would you bring?
I would take the things that are most
important to me.
I love skiing with my dad so the first
item I would bring is the skier necklace
he gave to me.
My T-shirt that says, Im Too Cute To
Throw Back, would go in the box next;
my grandpa got it for me when I was a
baby. He died, and when I look at it, I am
able to remember him better.
The first trophy I ever won was my
Sportsmanship Award, and I was really
proud of myself, so I would definitely put
it in the box.
Last, my model horses would go in
the box; my model horses are fun to play
with because I love horses a lot. They
would go in the box last.
After that, my box would be full and I
would be ready to move.
Sport of runners
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Is it worth it?
Is higher education worth the cost?
For higher education, whether its worth
the cost or not,
you need to be ready for a fight,
a challenge, you may say.
School is a battle.
Thats one.
One punch in a boxing ring.
Poe, Anderson, Dickinson,
who limit your ability,
the deadline
forcing you to stay in the box,
continuing to fight.
You vs. Teacher.
You vs. Classmate.
You vs. School Work.
You vs. Confidence.
And You need to win.
But school is a battle in itself;
trying to afford school and win the battle?
Thats two.
Two jabs when one was already enough.
Your words were already twisted with the
English Literature assignments, but now
with your mouth and tongue a jumble,
theres no way youll be able to pick up
that extra shift.
Trying to make ends meet
while finding a front row seat,
It isnt easy.
Calvin Coolidge did both.
Perseverance,
strength,
motivation
are just some
of the things he needed to win the round,
which seems never-ending.
He never did buckle,
and neither will I.
The cost of higher education will be
worth it for me,
I promise you.
I will put in the time and energy to succeed in school;
your money will be worth my education.
Ill do my best, and I think thats worth
the cost.
Tiring sleep
Eats away the time, like juicy, nasty
termites,
wriggling and gnawing at a dying tree
(the tissues of your brain).
Toss, turn, toss, turn
Creasing the ironed bed sheets.
Your head might split in half
like a Golem-chiseled rock.
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ADVANCE MUSIC
Please stop!
Rip out the guts of the watch
as your insides knot and knot.
A sickeningly twisted roller coaster ride.
Up, down, up, down
Around, around, around
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Crab
I think its kind of rude to swap my occupied sign to lonely without my permission ... I wrote about you like you were a
present but now my pen knows you as a
memory.
If mud sliding and sports-bra wearing
were metaphors for anything, it would be
home. And if home was a metaphor for
anything, it would probably feel like the
farthest island away from your ego.
I want to stay up all night with slam poets
and Emily Dickinson
writing poetry; I want to watch the
stars constell, the sun rise so it can get
a nice view of the world; I want to sing
lullabyes to what we never put down so it
sounds asleep.
I no longer listen to songs and pretend
youre singing them to me.
Youre hundreds of morning runs away,
and now Im ready to make it thousands.
When you told me safety is a social construct, I pictured you with your arms out
anyway. Now I just think of you walking
away.
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You made everything a construction project that was built way too quickly with no
base; lackadaisical causes collapse.
I wanted you to ask about my idiosyncrasies and point out my flaws like they
were daydreams. I wanted you to see me
shivering, wrap your sky around me, and
ask about my poetry.
But I wanted a dream.
And you are not a dream.
You are a cloudy sky that I havent seen
in awhile.
ALIYA SCHNEIDER, AGE 17, RUTLAND
The regular,
everyday things
Teenagers are a mixture of contrasting
characters, and in Vermont we are no
different.
But in Vermont, we experience the best
things in life:
Getting up early to make it to our small
schools down curved back roads,
and taking unique opportunities by the
hand.
Sitting around the lunch table and asking
people to say Vermont and determining
if they are a true Vermonter after a few
laughs.
Marveling at the weird southern slang
like yall, and sprinkles also known as
Jimmies.
But we dont notice how creemees exist
only in our realm.
The long drives from our small towns to a
place with actual traffic lights,
and we end up with our simple needs that
arent available close to home.
Having fun conversations with your familys friend,
who is also the local owner of the general
store.
We complain about the endless torment of
the changing seasons,
but enjoy them while they last.
Bringing in firewood from the frigid
winter air,
and heating our old farmhouse in the
middle of a field.
Watching the leaves change colors,
and building the annual leaf piles with
friends.
Getting up early and having bacon and
eggs for breakfast,
while loading all of the hunting gear into
the truck.
Stomping our boots in the mud puddles,
and listening to lectures about cleaning
the muddy footprints off the floor.
Signing our names on the sports roster,
and saying our good-byes after a season
of growing together.
Waiting anxiously for the summer
months,
and spending every day at the lake.
Getting that terrible sunburn,
but knowing its okay because its not
permanent and you wont let it happen
again next year.
These things are what makes us teenagers,
and in Vermont it is even more unique.
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When I am 35...
When I am 35,
I will be all grown.
Ill be far away
from the only home Ive known.
I will live somewhere nice,
and have a career that I love.
I will place my family first,
with nothing else above.
Thirty-five is far away
and changes do occur.
If I am anything at 35,
Id be happy and secure.
HEATHER MCMANUS, AGE 17, RUTLAND
Thirty-five
I hope Im around when Im 35. I would
like to be 35.
Making it to 19 was hard enough.
I know, more teenage melodrama.
Youre young, they say. This is your
prime. Someday youll call these the good
old days.
What is good about them, exactly?
Im not saying Im never happy. I feel the
rain on my skin. I can taste the sweetness
of phlox when I breathe it in. My dogs
fur is always soft and my cat purrs warm
against my back when Im in bed.
But there are break-ups breakdowns broken families heartbreak.
When Im 35, I hope all that is over.
When Im 35, I hope it is more rain and
phlox than heartbreak.
When Im 35, I hope my writing will
encourage the world, or at least a small
part of it.
When Im 35, I hope Ive found true love
thats better than Disney, better than anything Ive seen/heard/felt at 19.
When Im 35, I hope Ill be holding my
childrens faces in my hands, awed by the
miracle of their being.
When Im 35, I hope I still look out the
window at the morning mist huddled over
these Green Mountains as a golden sun
brims, or that I can at least come home
to it.
When Im 35, I hope that these scars on
my arms will have faded to nonexistence,
and that I will barely remember that they
were ever there.
When Im 35, I hope I will have found
God again, or that He will have found me.
When Im 35, I hope Ill be who I really
am. Myself.
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Left behind
I made a mistake by thinking a body
and soul that have only been growing for
17 years who runs on her own could be
loved by a boy whose body and soul have
only been growing for 17 years who runs
on his own.
If distance really equals rate x time,
my distance ended up crawling across the
country and yours only went in circles. If
d really equals rt, Im much slower than
you, and my heart beats much faster too.
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I miss you
I miss you
more than you could ever imagine.
But what hurts the most is that you dont
miss me.
Ive experienced this wanting, needing
pain that we all call missing someone,
and tolerated it just fine.
But what I cant tolerate is not being
missed back.
I cant stand when I text you something
like,
I miss you
and a reply of just a heart emoji comes
back.
I cant take knowing that youre off with
other people,
maybe even better people.
I cant take not being wanted,
not one teensy bit.
Not at all.
If I cant take it, why do I continue to
miss you?
Why is it that I let myself wonder?
Why dont I have enough self-respect to
move on from this torture?
I guess thats part of the deal when you
miss someone.
No matter what goes on, or if the feeling
is mutual,
youll forever miss someone.
Just like how
I miss you.
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What happened?
What happened to the little girl who read
books upon books?
Or put together puzzles upon puzzles?
Who ate her scrambled eggs with
ketchup?
I guess time is what happened.
That girl is reading tweets instead of
books,
putting together pieces of her broken
childhood instead of puzzles,
and counting calories instead of eating.
Each year she blew out the candles
she grew taller,
she became wiser.
At times, she was too wise,
but she knew the boundaries.
They say being a teenager isnt that hard,
but do they really know?
You know what isnt hard?
Making foam rockets,
singing in the shower,
and having playdates.
But that girl
shes a big girl now.
A teenager now.
She doesnt have time to do these things.
Shes too busy staying up to the morning
hours doing homework,
or texting her best friends because it
seems that theyre the only ones who
understand.
You wouldnt believe how bad she just
wants to go back to those days.
What happened to being truly happy?
I guess time is what happened.
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First impression
Barely five years old,
its my first day at my school.
I feel that I am shy.
I want them to think Im cool.
Theres one little girl;
Im unsure of her name.
But I can tell already,
we like nothing thats the same.
My brown hair falls in waves;
her blonde locks are short and straight.
The differences between us
are distinct in every trait.
We laugh at different things,
eat at different tables.
As we grow older,
we differ in our labels.
But we become the best of friends
somewhere along the way,
and even though were different
we grow closer every day.
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THE CALVIN
WRITING CHALLENGE
Photo by Spencer Glanville
They nodded.
I dont want anything like that to happen again. So I do not want a dog.
To my surprise they didnt just blow
off my response. They were quiet for a
moment and I could tell they were thinking about what I had said. For that alone
I didnt say anything and for a moment I
actually considered getting a dog.
If we ever were to get a dog, I dont
want it barking up a storm and shedding
and I dont want it to come into my room
and I dont want to have to take care of
it and I would rather it wasnt a big dog.
Only if we got one, though. I was actually starting to feel a little better about the
whole dog owner situation.
As the conversation went on and on,
the list of criteria got longer and I was
feeling a little warmer to the idea. Aiden
spent the next few weeks searching for
a dog that fit the criteria and was of
relatively low cost and preferably cute.
I watched over his shoulder a few times,
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Photo-Bookshop.Recursive Bookshop, by
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Impressions. Has your first impression ever been totally wrong about
someone or something? Tell a story about
a first impression that was wrong OR how
someone had the wrong impression of you.
How did it turn out? Alternate: PhotoNuclear: Write about the photo below,
Morning Glory, by David Blackwell.
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Sports. What sport would you create if given the chance? You could
explain the rules, the history, describe an
amazing match, tell why it was invented
... anything! Or, tell the story of an epic
sports moment you were part of. Alternate:
Embarrassed: Whats the most embarrassing (true) story that youre willing to
share? (If it involves someone else, change
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