YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG, VPR.NET AND VTDIGGER.ORG! THIS WEEK: Telepathy & General THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Glass bubbles BY SAGE DEVEREUX Grade 5, Waitsfeld Elementary School I keep my memories locked away in glass bubbles. I asked the wind where he kept his memories. He answered in a whisper, tangled with the blue of the sky, I keep them in forever. I asked the bird, soaring above the world, where he kept his memories. He answered through the graceful strokes of his elegant kite wings, I hold my memories in the trees, their forever changing leaves remind me of before. So now when I see a bubble, I think of the memories, held in the birch trees outside my window. I think of my forever, and the winds strained reply. I think of forever, and I think of before. YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to PHYSICIANS COMPUTER CO. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in newspapers around the state, on vpr.net and vtdigger. org. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Telepathy: Telephathically place an image in every- ones mind; and General writing. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Kevin Huang / Burlington High School THE CALVIN Vermont writers (under age 20) are invited to write about a topic close to President Calvin Coolidges heart: Should I stay in Vermont or leave? The Calvin Coolidge Memorial Foun- dation is offering $1,500 for the top essay and $500 for second place, along with a trip to the foundations annual gala in New York City next fall. More details at coolidgefounda- tion.org; young- writersproject.org. Calvin Coolidge (Library of Congress) THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT As we conclude the 2014-15 school year, this will be the last ap- pearance of Young Writers Project in this space until the second week of September. We hope you have enjoyed the students writing and photography and encourage you to follow their work through the summer on youngwritersproject.org, on vpr. net and vtdigger.org. We also invite you to hear a re- markable group of young writers read their work at the Burlington Book Festival on Sept. 20 and at YWPs an- nual Celebration of Writing on Nov. 8 at the Vermont College of Fine Art in Montpelier. These young people will be among about 70 writers selected from more than 10,000 for publica- tion in YWPs 6th Anthology. Thank you, young writers, for sharing your spirit, creativity and fne story-telling with YWP and the read- ers of this newspaper! Thank you to the Times Argus for making space for this feature each week and for valuing the importance oI writing and aIfrm- ing students best efforts. Geoffrey Gevalt, YWP founder and director, and Susan Reid, publi- cations The outlaws song BY JULIA HANCOCK-SONG Grade 12, Montpelier High School We are fugitives. We do not look behind us but we listen. We creep along the sidelines of life not asking but rather hoping for clues to line up and present them- selves. We are outlaws. Banished by common sense, and wanted oh, how we are wanted if only by the law if only for justices sake but wed rather creep along the sidelines and not ask questions. We are refugees. We have lost the life we only ever re- member being happy to have built, but we couldnt go back, no, we darent go back if only for justices sake. We are spies, living in the thick of enemy territory we have learned this foreign language but we do not speak. Only keep an ear cocked. We do not look behind us but we listen. We darent go back. We are soldiers. We fght a war we barely comprehend. We keep ears cocked like guns, creep along the sidelines oI the battlefeld. The war should be over. No one remembers what we`re fghting about. But weve fought about it for far too long to stop now, if only for justices sake. Joining the night BY CHRISTIAN BOLDING Grade 8, Northfeld Middle School I stare out the window at the spectacu- lar night. Outside, the moon is full and casts its heavenly beams over the felds oI my grandmothers ranch. I can see the chickens quietly retreat- ing from the yard in front of the big farm- house. The frefies oI infnite numbers ficker on and oII like a young child who plays with a light switch. I long to go out and be a part of it all. So I go, and my siblings and cousins follow. I run, silent and barefooted in the cushy, mowed grass that stifes all sound and veils the damp earth... Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/92475. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to BAY AND PAUL FOUNDATIONS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. PHOTO OF THE WEEK THIS WEEK: 48 Hours & General Each week, Young Writers Project receives hundreds of submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here, in news- papers around the state and on vpr.net and vtdigger. org. This week, we present responses to the prompts, 48 Hours: You have 48 hours to do anything. What would you do? and General writing. Kevin Huang, Burlington High School THE CALVIN Vermont writers (under age 20) are invited to write about a topic close to the heart of one of the most famous Vermont- ers, President Calvin Coolidge: Should I stay in Vermont or should I leave? The Calvin Coolidge Memorial Foundation is offering $1,500 for the top essay and $500 for the runner up, along with a trip to the foundations annual gala in New York City next fall. You can fnd more details at coolidgefoundation.org or young- writersproject.org. Calvin Coolidge (Library of Congress) Sugaring prank BY TINEKE MACE Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School One day we went sugaring. It was tons of fun! We collected sap and took a tour. Dur- ing the tour, we checked out the place the syrup gets made. Mrs. B., our gym teacher, who also owns the sugar house, let us sample some confectionary sugar that helps get the syrup sweet. I know that sounds crazy, but everyone dove right in. Apparently it wasnt even sugar. We were eating limestone! You dont want to know what hap- pened after that. But I learned two lessons: One, maple syrup doesnt need sugar; and two, teach- ers pull pranks, too. La vita e bella BY ASHLEY HEANEY Grade 12, Northfeld High School I would live 48 hours in total freedom as if I were to die once the clock stopped. I`d Iorget fnancial limits and would escape the daily routine of life. I would buy an immediate plane ticket to Europe, sitting in frst class, talking over champagne with the nearest celeb- rity. Id bring only cash and none of my belongings. I would gather a new ward- robe and accumulate clothes from every designer store when in Europe. A pair of high heels for $1,000? Why not? I cant walk in heels without falling on my face. Maybe I could visit a modeling agency for some tips and have some professional shots taken as well. AIter a well-rested fight and a stomach flled with chocolate-covered strawber- ries and overpriced wine, Id land in Italy. First order of business: spaghetti, lots of spaghetti. Im aware Italy is famous for so much more than a bowl of carbs, but as a huge spaghetti lover, I would fnd the fanciest restaurant, sit at an outside table with the best view of Rome and the best view of the handsome Italian men, and eat my weight in the stringed heaven. After tipping the cute waiter and slipping him my number, I`d fnd my way around the city with fuent Italian. Something about only having 48 hours would make me immediately pick up on the language, as if the smell of Italian spaghetti was just the fx to ignite a new- found ability that had always been there. Id ask every Italian man for directions to the hotel, and with a thank you kiss, I would fnd my way to the grand steps of the largest hotel, adorned with white sculptures higher than the clouds. I would trace my fngers along the lace coating the stairwell and prop my sunglasses atop my curls to get a better look at the 50-foot chandelier hanging from the ceiling. In my new wardrobe, worth more than my house, Id go out to dinner that night with the cute waiter I met during my light afternoon snack. Id spend the rest of my frst 24 hours eating, drinking, and danc- ing the night away in the streets of Rome. I wouldnt have a care in the world, or even feel the need to sleep. The next 24 hours would slip away if I spent it only day dreaming about the things that I could do. Id act on every impulse and every crazy thought, knowing that this fanta- sized world would slip from me within moments. I would end up a Cinderella, left with nothing and pulled out of a magical world, but at least I would have my glittered slipper and my prince: the very cute Italian waiter. Two cool places BY ALEXANDER MAURICE Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School If I had 48 hours to go any place in the world, I would have a hard time deciding. I would split my time between two places. I would want to go to both Yel- lowstone National Park and the Great Barrier Reef. They are both cool places... Cruise ship BY LACI COTA Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School If I had 48 hours to do anything or go anywhere, I would go on the worlds best cruise. It would have a really big gym to do gymnastics with a trampoline. And it would have a huge water park with a big water slide that you could go down with a tube for one or as many people as you want. Each room would be really big and kids would have a 55-inch TV in the room with a new Apple IPad to play games on. All the kids would have a free pass to the places to eat. And I would go to the Girls Only Club and it would have roller skating and laser tag with the biggest ice cream and candy shop on earth. THIS WEEK: Color & General YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to FAIRPOINT COMMUNICATIONS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. We select the best for publication here and in newspapers around the state, on vtdigger. org and vpr.net. This week, we publish work in response to the prompts, Color: Create a new color and name it, describe it; and General writing. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Nate Ertle, Essex High School Reecting life BY GRACE ECKLUND-GUSTAVSON Grade 8, U-32 Middle School Amor la vida. To love life. This color is the light refected oII one`s eye, The refection oI the sun in a rippling pond, The glow refecting the sun oII a beetle`s shiny back, The frst rays oI sun touching the Earth, And not the frst oI the day. No. But the frst rays that the Earth ever Ielt in its entire existence, The rays that would be echoed on, Ever weaker than the last, In the days that would come to pass. Maybe this could be interpreted as the color of the sun, But the refection and the rays are what we treasure most, For they transport nutrients and warmth, Beauty and calm. Some of our happiest days are spent on a healthy green feld, Resting under a warm sun, Absorbing its heat, And cooled by a gentle breeze, A breeze created by the same orb that gave us warmth. And so is the color of amor la vida, A refection oI liIe itselI. Steampunk bonsai BY JULIA HANCOCK-SONG Grade 12, Montpelier High School He grows his children carefully with a gardener`s eye & a Iather`s hand prunes them, gentle as January rain shapes them into the most perfect, most balanced unpredictabilities adds a dial here, a copper disc here snips their stray wires, gentle as summer snow. sometimes they become vines & he plants posts in the sawdust for them to clamber up sometimes they bloom great big gramophone blossoms or clus- ters of tiny bells, delicate as January rain he wants them to grow without him he is rusting. the ticking of his heart, soft as summer snow, is slowing. the tiny bulbs in his eyes are fickering. he wants his children to keep growing, keep climbing, keep blooming wants to teach them to turn their own gears when he is gone & he thinks maybe if he wires in enough diodes, maybe if he hides enough batteries in their thin and twisting trunks, maybe if their tender limbs can be programmed to recognize the seasons, can be taught to fower in spring & turn to gold in autumn maybe they will grow themselves into shapes besides straight lines & right angles & instead lean to Iollow the sun & sprout wayward springs & curl their young twigs in wild & perIect unpredictabilities & become the wondrous balancing acts he is trying to make them all by themselves so he locks himself in his whirring clock- work garden to work & as the keys oI his fngers creak in stuttering haiku as his engine`s purr, once a muIfed machine-gun fre, becomes a slow patter of Morse code Iaint as the November sun he reaches into the piano of his rib cage fumbles through the tiny silver hammers & Irom the center oI his sternum he pulls out the intricate sterling pendu- lum that taps out his heartbeat his fnal possession still tentatively swinging making fgure eights in the cold coppery air timid as summer snow & as the butane in his veins runs thin & turns to vapor he hangs it lovingly on the fnal branch. Swish BY OLIVIA HENNESSEY Grade 6, Main Street Middle School The ref squeaks onto the court, his sneakers squawking. I stare at the black and white stripes of his shirt and how he shuIfes surreptitiously to tuck the stripes in. The bright yellow whistle that was once limply dangling from his neck is now pursed between his grimacing grey lips. My loose green and white shirt grasps onto my shoulders as if on the brink of death. Sweat forms on my brow like condensation cooling on a once crystallized window. My mind races and the scintillating cry of the crowd flls my ears. The other ref steps casually into middle court with the faded orange ball. I stand in the center circle next to a gangly girl. I feel her hard, wet breath against my neck, looking up as the well-known screech of the whistle blows. My quickly beating heart races faster than a bullet as the ball fies into the air with a swish! Color of curiosity BY NATE MORRIS Grade 8, U-32 Middle School I present to you... Fdjur! Fdjur is a new color that is not visible to the human eye. Pronounced fud-yur, this color looks like white to the average person. Fdjur is a warm color that is on white roses. If this color described an emotion, it would be curiosity. Are you wearing something white? It could be Fdjur! Plain white is smooth and silk-like. Fdjur is less like that and is slightly off- white. Many animals can tell white from Fdjur and will react to it, being that Fdjur is a vibrant and bright color. THIS WEEK: Silence & Gibberish YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to JANES TRUST THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication here and in newspa- pers around the state. This week, we publish work in response to the prompts, Silence: They sat without a word... and Gibberish: Write nonsense poetry. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Paper crane BY CHRISTIAN BOLDING Grade 8, Northfeld Middle School They sat without a word to say to each other. Guilt on the mans face, sadness on the womans. They hadnt spoken to one another since graduation, where they had fought, long and hard, until their relationship shattered and even hopes of staying in touch had been lost. It was pure coincidence that they were sitting together on the same park bench. The woman wondered if he recognized her. Next to her, the man wondered if she would forgive him... (Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/93594.) In the mountains BY ASHLEY HEANEY Grade 12, Northfeld High School They sat without a word to say to each other. His hand gently grasped her knee, feeling the prickles of her unshaven skin, but not caring. She had her head on his shoulder while they sat hand in hand. They just stared, not at each other, but at their surroundings. The adventure had taken them the entire day, trekking up the mountain side... They sat in the same crevice of the same rock; the same bench carved by nature where they shared their frst kiss. They watched the same sky and squeezed each others hands harder as the sun set, remembering the proposal one year before, indicated on their wedding rings by an engraving of Camels Hump. (Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/93585.) Pizza for two BY GREG WARD Grade 10, Northfeld High School Ill get a pizza for two With a topping of 52 shoes And 52 snooze And 52 cruise And a few days of summer And a few songs of blues And 52 layers Of whipped goozberry mousse And if your begruised by this idea of a pizza for two Please do consider that it isnt for you This pizza should last me 4 ruses rue I could take it for a journey Til it loses you And you loses you And you lose your shoe And asking for a shoe from my pizza is no one but you So clean up your act Your view has been cracked Find out who is who And whos in this pact As a matter of fact I wouldntve asked For a pizza for two If I thought you wouldnt last So remove the crass and the sass And please keep your hand off the glass This Chass isnt showing til quarter past half mast So dont get any pizza on your blight- uldied past You might end up seeing its gone by slightly too fast Jillian Kenny, Essex High School Silent nightmare BY KATE PIERPONT Grade 10, Chelsea Public School They sat without a word to say to each other, their posture stiff, hands clenched almost as if rigor mortis had set in. Their fngers clasped tightly together, knuck- les white with strain. Her eyes trained harshly at the far distance, never mov- ing, unblinking. His eyes, sad and empty, gazed down at tattered Converse, as they waited. A chilling wind blew, but nei- ther finched...unlike humans, more like gargoyles, statues of desperation, hope and fear... (Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/ 93462.) Judgal-ju BY ELEANOR BRAUN Grade 7, Main Street Middle School The candy cane judgal-ju, in the twisty wiggle rood, zuzzled its mudgey-loor, while evasing with a shersy tod. Worring and wizizigling, the judgal-ju pravercuzed, leopathizething with the stratoon oI Wraxfdettell. Desiade! it cried, primenting its sysatle. 'Cease your midflliting! it stinted and sraleed with tolay. Dokanjiskly, it rinnd and rann-ed with the stratoon. Wraxfdettell must wait, as the judgal-ju querged and sahked. The candy cane judgal-ju, in the twisty wiggle rood, zuzzled its mudgey-loor, while evasing with a shersy tod. Not a word BY GARETT LASKOWSKI Grade 3, Tunbridge Central School We sat without a word to say to each other. It was just my dad and me. We were watching the sun go down from the house. I like watching the sun with my dad. We do it on weekends when it is warm out. In the morning the sun comes back up and my dad and I sit still and watch and dont say a word. I couldnt have asked for a better dad. Tongue gibberish BY CHRISTYANNA HOLT Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School The lunch lady sung and grilled my tongue. She gave it to me and I started to complain: gibber gabber blibber blabber green leopards eye. So instead she made troll seat pie. I settled for my tongue: giggle sout saggy trout dhab a ear. The rest of the kids complained they all had roasted deer. All I could say was, plout fipper glass slipper kake shake. And for my sake, Im glad nobody likes grilled tongue shakes. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Spirit animal YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to VERMONT BUSINESS ROUNDTABLE THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication here and in newspapers around the state, and on vtdigger.org and and vpr.net. This week, we publish work in response to the prompt, Spirit: What is your spirit animal? PHOTO OF THE WEEK Casey Mulrow, Essex High School Turtle BY JACOB BRADLEY Grade 7, U-32 Middle School The animal that I think represents me the best is the turtle. There are several reasons for this. One, Im pretty dang slow. If you ask any of my friends or anybody that I play sports with theyll probably tell you the same thing. Two, I have a thick shell. I can take a lot of jokes at my expense but be careful cause I can dish it out pretty well, too. Three, I am very lazy. I try to avoid do- ing anything unless its needed or I know its something thats worth doing. I also like swimming and so do turtles. Balinese cat BY QUADE GORTON Grade 8, Barre Town Middle and Elemen- tary School The Balinese cat bests suits me theyre not so loud, not so messy, and most of all, theyre cute! Theyre cool looking and can be fast and have the best hunting skills. Im quiet and so are they. Theyre smart and Im sort of smart. Cats like to be left alone well, my cats do and I like to be left alone. The animal in me BY SADIE LOZIER Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School If I was born an animal, I believe I would be a parrot. Parrots are splashed with so many different extraordinary colors, and I love representing different colors and feelings. Parrots talk all the time, and I love talking. It is one of my main traits. Also, parrots are diIIerent. They can fy like a bird, but also talk like a human. I think that I am different, too. Im not like other teenagers, not at all, quite frankly. Eagle eye BY TAYLOR WEST Grade 3, Tunbridge Central School I am most like an eagle because we both have great eyesight. We can both see fve Iootball felds long with the light oI one candle. YWP ANTHOLOGY Students up to 12th grade: Sub- mit your best writing, photos, art for a chance to be published in YWPs sixth annual Anthology. How to submit: Go to young- writersproject.org, start an account (if you dont already have one); and create a blog entry. Click on Newspaper Submission, fll out all information boxes and click the prompt general writing. Same steps for photos and art, but click on Add images, and make the genre photo story. You may also email your work to sreid@youngwriter- sproject.org. Published writers, artists and photographers will be honored at a special Celebration of Writing on Nov. 8 at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier. I know who I am BY REBECCA LOCKWOOD Grade 8, U-32 Middle School Slow like a turtle, smart like a bee, A small shyness takes part in me. I wonder, I feel, I touch, I sense. My soft fur is cold but dense. Im loud and happy inside. I am an animal with a great sense of pride. Lurking out in the night sky, I actually am afraid to say I could hurt a fy. I look up and see the moon in a cres- cent. I know who I am. I am a lioness. Owl BY BEN LIGHT Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School The animal that best represents me is the owl because it has a quiet sense of wisdom and is there to give out advice to the ones who need it. I may be quiet but I have a defning sense of mental prowess and on occasion I may give out advice as needed even if its just helping to spell a word. The owl is also a representation of wisdom and guidance, making anyone with it as a spirit guide smart and one who thinks things through very carefully beIore acting. I can defnitely relate to this animal the best, even if its not my absolute favorite animal. Honey badger BY HALEY KERIN Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School Like a honey badger, I am ferce and strong. I feel like I could tackle any chal- lenge and come out victorious. Just like a honey badger, I feel like I could walk through any obstacle and leave without a scratch. They are strong, hardy creatures and I Ieel that they defne me well. Some people may see this as a bad thing since honey badgers are so mean, but I feel that they are just solitary and like it that way. It has been said that they are the toughest, fercest creature in the animal kingdom and I admire that. The savage nature of the honey badger reminds me of how I can become impa- tient a lot. THIS WEEK: Photo 7 YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to TURRELL FUND THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication here and in news- papers around the state and on vpr.net and vtdigger. org. This week, we publish work in response to the prompt, Photo 7. More at youngwritersproject.org. Photo 7 (Archie Love, Springstein Mills, Chester, S.C.) Lewis Wickes Hine, Shorpy images Young Tad Nethers BY KAYLEE WESTON Grade 11, Northfeld High School He was a young boy, youthful and energetic. He was always running around and pulling pranks on people. His family was wealthy; they gave him the best edu- cation and the nicest clothes, which, in his carelessness, he had always managed to come home in torn and dirty. He never combed his hair, but it always looked nice, topped with a small gray hat. He was short but he had the most creativity and liveliness of anybody in that small town. He climbed trees and jumped off bridges into the cool, deep, dirty river water beneath. He was fearless; he always stayed out late and wandered all over town. Then one cold night, when the moon was bright and full overhead and the stars covered the emptiness of the town, the owl`s shouts flled the cool air and every- one was inside and warm. Except for that young boy, adventurous as he was. The train was running late that evening, but nobody paid attention to that until they heard the whistles echo- ing through the town and the shouts of a frightened young boy. He had been playing on the tracks that night and his small foot had got- ten caught up in that metal track. The train was going fast, trying to catch up to its usual schedule. Nobody made it in time; the train couldnt stop. That boy was smart and handsome, his future held many things for him if only he could see it. But youth dies fast along with freedom and glory. Memory trees BY ASHLEY HEANEY Grade 12, Northfeld High School I kiss my dear wife goodbye and still hold the ends oI her fngers as I hug the small child wrapped around my leg. This is the normal routine. I then hurry out of the door, with a homemade sandwich in hand and my black bag over my shoulder. It is only a 10-minute walk to the schoolyard and I know it well. I have tread the ground enough that my perma- nent footprints lay painted on the ground. I pass the trees we used to climb, the dips in the ground that made for perfect hiding spots, and the river where Ulysses almost died when an underwater breath- ing contest went bad. This is the same walk I would take every morning as a 7-year-old boy. Even when I am running behind, I cant walk through the woods without be- ing taken away into a food oI memories. It is like a spell was cast on the boundar- ies of the forest and the magic only works on me. This is my memory bubble. The trees very kindly hold my memo- ries in their leaves. Even through the changing of the seasons, the trees know my thoughts and memories well enough that they are able to reproduce a bounty of the same leaves every year. I know what tree and more precisely what leaf to go to when I need a reminder oI a specifc event that happened when I was a child. Although the walk only takes 10 minutes, I am always sucked into my own wonderland where time stands still. As I force myself from the magnetic force of the forest, I snap back to reality. An electrical current still pulses through my blood, but not as strong, allowing for my heart to calm down and my mind to set back to the normal routine of life that began that morning with a loving kiss from my wife. Murmur in a storm BY DAVID JUDKINS Grade 11, Northfeld High School He stood there for the photo like a timeless statue of fortitude before a hell- fre oI uncertainty. The clothes he wore had color, but all colors seemed gray these days, indistin- guishable to the eye of man. What mattered was his face before the cameraman. A face that had seen many sleepless, sobbing nights. A face that had seen the things of nightmares and horror. A face hardened like a grim stone. He ran and observed with blinding quickness for places to hide, places the others couldn`t think to ft. That is why he was here, because he was never caught, never in plain sight. Always aware, always concealed in the shadows, always one step ahead of those big black boots in perpetual pursuit. An endless race against those with guns and unclean faces. Some had masks, hiding their features, hiding who they were, but they were all dirty and dastardly. At least, that is how he saw it from the safety of the schoolhouse... Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/92330. The war-torn boy BY CANAAN MIDDLETON Grade 8, U-32 Middle School Hes all alone. Hes saddened by loss. He is saddened by the loss of everyone. They were his family. The war has taken them all. His dad died in the war. His mom died in a concentration camp. He wants to see them. He will do anything to see them. Even if it takes his life. Running away BY WILLIAM BOSCO Grade 7, Thetford Academy It seems so easy to escape, Just to pack up and go, Just to slip away without a scrape. No one will ever know. Finally free from chores and work. No more lawns to mow. But then questions start to fy about my head: Where will I eat? Where will I sleep? I kind of miss my warm, soft bed. Then it starts to turn to night. Where am I to go? What do I do? Theres no welcome place in sight. I dont have a clue. These are strange, unfamiliar streets I roam. Now I think the chores are worth it. I think Ill head home. THIS WEEK: Senses YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to BAY AND PAUL FOUNDATIONS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. We publish here and in newspapers around the state, on vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we publish work in response to the prompt, Senses: Describe entering a room full of people, using every sense except sight. PHOTO OF THE WEEK YWP ANTHOLOGY Students up to 12th grade: Sub- mit your best writing, photos, art for a chance to be published in YWPs sixth annual Anthology. Our team of judges will be re- viewing submissions starting May 26, so dont delay. How to submit: Go to young- writersproject.org, start an account (if you dont already have one); and create a blog entry. Click on Newspaper Submission, fll out all information boxes and click the prompt general writing. Same steps for photos and art, but click on Add images, and make the genre photo story. You may also email your work to sreid@youngwritersproject.org, and include your name, grade, school and best contact information. Published writers, artists and photographers will be honored at a special Celebration of Writing on Nov. 8 at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier. Walker Jones, Essex High School Open the gates BY PAYTON KURRLE Grade 7, U-32 Middle School I had lost my eye sight early on in life. I had been raised to hear, feel, taste and smell. It was hard not being able to see things like everyone else. I had to work harder to create an image in my head. My parents are the king and queen of our country. Once they found that I couldnt see, they shut out the guests from our palace. They wanted me to feel safe. But as time went on, I dreamed of the big balls I had heard about, people danc- ing around the room until after midnight. It was only at age 16 that they agreed to open up the gates again. I spent the whole day preparing. I was dressed in a beautiful dress that I had my assistant describe to me. They gave me dark sunglasses and I was ready to go... Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/89926 What I cant see BY ASHELYN BURROUGHS Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School As I walk into the room I can smell the irritation. I can hear every whisper that passes through the small square area that nobody seems to want to be in. I cant blame them. I can feel the blank stares as they burn into me. I stand, and stand, and stand, and stand. I am waiting for my mom to assist me to get to a seat. The air tastes stale and boring. Mom says the doctor will be out soon. I hear one last whisper and then the doc- tor comes out and shouts my name. But when I say shouts, I mean as soft as a butterfy. Possibly she is as shy as I am. She asks my mom to step out into the hall for a second and Mom comes over to me and explains that she needs to talk to the doctor and she will be back in shortly. This room smells almost as bad as the waiting room. Drenched with sorrow and the soap that they use before they check my ears or look down my throat. My mom eventually comes back in the room. I know that all they were saying is that I wouldnt be able to see again. I wanted to be able to see again. To look up at the sky and see the birds like they can see me. Gifted BY ERICA HAMMARSTROM Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School Bumpy and rough is what I feel as I drag my hand along the wall. You probably rely on sight for pretty much everything, but I rely on all my other senses to get me around all day, every day. When I get to the familiar bump on the wall, I turn so my back is fat against the wall, Then push off. Nothing to hold on, nothing to stop me. As I shuIfe into the caIeteria, it Ieels as if Im drifting, like gravity is pulling me every which way. I sniff the air and smell all types of food. Pizza, cheesy bread sticks, salad. Yep, Im in the right room. I walk my normal 20 steps and reach out. A round edge, I slowly feel the bumps, recognizing it as braille. My table. I pull out my chair and I listen as it squeaks as I drag it out from the table. I sit down to the squeaks of more chairs and wet shoes, loud conversations of other students as they come in. I can hear each and every conversation, smell what everyone has for lunch and taste my own. Some think the blind are limited, but I think we are gifted. Loudness of a room BY CHRISTIANNA CECERE Grade 6, Main Street Middle School I walk into the loudness of a room I cannot see. The smell of chicken wings wafts to my nostrils. As I lay my hand on a table, its smooth surface cools my nerves. My hand abruptly stops at a plate. I pick up a piece of cheese, its calm tex- ture soothes my tongue like beautiful silk. A roar of cheers startles me. I can hear the laughing as someone hands me a foot- ball; its rough texture feels like a snake. I take a bite of a hot chicken wing. It sears my throat as I croak for water. Yes! We won, Sis! We won! my brother shouts. I hive-fve his sweaty hand. Oh, how I long to see his face. How I long to see the game. How I long to see the room full of people.... THIS WEEK: Rhymes & Photo 6 YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to CHAMPLAIN INVESTMENT PARTNERS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication here and in newspapers around the state. This week, we publish work in response to the prompts, Rhymes and Photo 6. Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK My American family BY MATHILDE BJORNSTAD Grade 11, Northfeld High School I said, Hi. You werent shy. You took me into your home To make me your own. Three months from today Well have to say goodbye. We know the time will fy, But dont be sad, its not too bad. This is just the start Of a Norwegian-American heart. I will always remember you, and the way that we grew. My American family, I love you. YWP ANTHOLOGY CALL TO WRITERS, ARTISTS, PHOTOGRAPHERS Students up to 12th grade: Sub- mit your best work for a chance to be published in YWPs sixth annual Anthology. Our team of judges will be re- viewing submissions starting May 26, so dont delay. How to submit: Go to young- writersproject.org, start an account (if you dont already have one); and create a blog entry. Click on Newspaper Submission, fll out all information boxes and click the prompt general writing. Same steps for photos and art, but click on Add images, and make the genre photo story. You may also email your work to sreid@youngwritersproject.org, and include your name, grade, school and best contact information. Published writers, artists and photographers will be honored at a special Celebration of Writing on Saturday, November 8 at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier. Be part of this distinguished group, representing the years best! The animal within BY ASHLEY HEANEY Grade 12, Northfeld High School Animals they were to become; On their knees and hands they crawled. They learned to hunt for just a crumb, Their beds made of leaves on which they sprawled. Finding the animal within, A growling awakes in their human hearts. Leaves, fur, and dirt become their skin, And the transformational process starts. Pretending they are not. Unearthing a spirit that is already in existence. There is no game to be bought, Only closing of the distance. Jake Maurer, Essex High School NEXT PROMPT Silence. Begin a story with this line: They sat without a word to say to each other... Alternate: Gibberish. Ever read Jabber- wocky? Write a poem of nonsense and made-up words. Due May 2 Perfection BY KAYLEE WESTON Grade 11, Northfeld High School She was perfection. Clear ivory skin, rosy red cheeks; Did ballet, dressed in pink dresses, Hair in tight brown curls that draped just above her shoulders. But she chose him, Baggy clothes, messy hair, No future. She could have had the world, they said. Now they own a small house, With a brand new baby girl. She walks in, wearing overalls, messy hair. She picks up her daughter. He pulls in the driveway, suit and tie. He kisses her. She should be on stage, A thousand eyes on her, Glowing lights, fame and fortune, But she fell in love. Now she is happy. Now she has the world. Friends forever BY CHRISTIAN BOLDING Grade 8, Northfeld Middle School The door began to close. The small storage closet with old, pink carpeting was now lit only by the ever-shrinking beam of light coming from the hallway. Mary Jane was panicking, fearful of her dark, inescapable future in the closet with her best friend Suzie, but she showed no emotion on her pale, porcelain face. Her blonde curls and magnifcent, hand-stitched magenta dress rippled as air from the closing door blew onto her. The blue-eyed doll wondered when she would see daylight again. Cautiously, so she wouldnt be noticed by the man shutting the door, Mary Jane slowly inched her delicate hand towards Suzies chocolate brown one just as the last of the light fell on the dolls. Then, all was black. Black like Suzies owners skin; a nine-year-old girl who had lived across a feld Irom Mary Janes little girl. In the dark, the dolls thought about their owners forbid- den, short-lived friendship. The girls had not known any bet- ter. They had not known that when their parents found out they had been secretly meeting one another for play dates with their dolls, that their friendship would be destroyed and their innocence lost for- ever. I hope they dont forget, Suzies whispering, sniIfing voice interrupted Mary Janes thoughts. I hope they dont grow up into women and forget that they were friends once. Mary Jane nodded. I hope they dont forget us. I hope that black and white wont matter when we get out of here, said Suzie. And then, squeezing Suzies hand, Mary Jane quietly said, I want us to be friends forever. Photo 6. Victoria Gibson, Essex High School THIS WEEK: Garden YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to TURRELL FUND THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. This week, we present responses to a writing chal- lenge sponsored by the Vermont Community Gar- den Network on school gardens. We received more than 120 submissions from students across the state. Special thanks to Berlin Elementary School and Tun- bridge Central School for great participation! Read all submissions at youngwritersproject.org/garden. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Erin Anderson, Vermont Community Garden Network Intern 2013 NEXT PROMPT Childhood. Write about a piece of your childhood that youd like to keep as you approach adulthood. Alternate: General writing in any genre. Due April 25 My schools garden BY EVAN HINCHLIFFE Grade 6, Berlin Elementary School Last year someone at my school, Berlin Elementary, said, What if we had a small garden in our school yard? Noth- ing big but something to get kids excited about planting food and to supply a little bit of homegrown food for the kitchen. So the idea was presented and it went through that we would make a vegetable garden. The word went out to the kids of the school for plans of what it would look like. We realized that people were really excited about the idea of having a school garden and they were ready to put some effort and time to make this garden a nice one. So the plans for the garden became a lot more fexible. It was decided that we were going to do this right and make not only a practical garden but a nice one to be in. So blueprints were made and work be- gan. The frst part oI the garden was eight raised beds bordered with wood. And the rest of the square that it was located in is flled with nice looking red mulch. A truck brought bags and bags of mulch, a ton oI wood (fguratively speak- ing) and three others brought three types of dirt. Soon the wood was cut with the right angles and screwed together and laid down. Then everyone pitched in. They flled in the mulch, mixed the dirt, laid the dirt then got the plants and watered the plants and waited for them to grow. And did they grow! When they were ready to be picked we had squash, tomatoes, carrots and lettuce and had salad for lunch. Although it is winter we are all look- ing forward to expanding the garden next year. We plan to add sheds, benches and berry bushes that border the garden. We plan to add a weather station, a teepee, a sandbox, an arch and so, so many yummy and beautiful plants. I think that the garden pulls the com- munity together to work on something beautiful. Worth it! BY KEENAN THYGESEN Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School Our school has a garden and I have been very involved with it. Last summer a few of my friends, a couple teachers and I all weeded the gar- den and picked zucchini, summer squash, potatoes, and tomatoes. Even though it was a lot of hard work, it was all worth it because fresh veggies are always good. In our school we have taste tests where we try something new like kale chips to try to make school lunches better and I think that getting more fresh veg- gies from local farms is great! Opens our eyes BY SAMANTHA GREEN Grade 5, Berlin Elementary School
I would say the garden really opened my eyes to the food on my plate. Our whole school has been affected by the garden. It has brought us together like a huge family. I truly believe that a garden should be put in all of public and private schools across the nation to help educate children. Berlin Elementary School had a lot of extra space that no one really went into, so my school had the idea of planting a garden and I am so glad they did! Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/92141. Like a compass BY TEGAN KARWOSKI Grade 5, Berlin Elementary School At Berlin Elementary our schools garden looks like a compass and were hoping to have a canopy in the middle. Although it is a small garden it provides us with a lot of healthy vegetables and fruits, like zucchini, tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, garlic, butternut squash, broccoli, and beetroot. We have used these vegeta- bles and fruits in many of our salads and even the healthy snack. We are growing an apple tree and a pear tree next to the garden... Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/92129. Builds community BY JULIA CHASE Grade 5, Berlin Elementary School At Berlin Elementary School, we have a garden, and the garden has really brought our school together. Everybody in the school helped create the garden and had a lot of fun doing it. I know that it has changed my attitude about eating because it makes me want to eat what I grew and I have been able to do that because the school kitchen has made a healthy snack every day for students to enjoy... Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org/node/92055. THANK YOU To the Vermont Community Garden Network (VCGN) for sponsoring the garden challenge. VCGN has sent the winner a $50 cash prize and a $50 giIt certifcate Irom Red Wagon Plants of Hinesburg; as well as a bundle of seeds to every writer in the contest! Find out more about VCGN at vcgn.org. In the garden BY TAYLOR WEST Grade 3, Tunbridge Central School Gardens, gardens, School and home, Vegetables, fruits and me. We grow potatoes and tomatoes and corn. We grow melons and strawberries and fowers and more. If you want to have fun Build a garden and see what happens. In the fall youll have fruits and vegeta- bles for all the year long! THIS WEEK: Fear YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to VERMONT COUNTRY STORE THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in newspapers around the state, and on vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompt, Fear: What is your biggest fear? Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Kevin Huang, Burlington High School VERMONTIVATE! WRITING CHALLENGE Write about climate change and win cash! Read the prompts and fnd out more about the challenge and Vermontivate, the com- munity sustainability game at youngwritersproject.org/vermontivate14. Essays due: Monday, April 14 NEXT PROMPT Color. Create a new color name it, describe it. Where do we fnd it? Alter- nates: Early. Are you an early bird or a night owl? Which way is better? Or Photo 9. Due April 18 J. J.s adventure BY DYLAN LAMONT Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School In the morning, I dont let my fat, black cat outside, because J.J. likes to go to unexpected places, like on top of the car, in our fort, under the road and in very tall trees. Im afraid he might get on the bus by accident. Like most cats, J.J. is very clumsy. J.J. spends most of his day at the food dish. J.J. once hopped into the trunk of our car and he came to Shaws with us. Thats why Im afraid he might get on the bus. Fear itself BY BROOKE SHONIO Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School My biggest fear would have to be fear itself. I know you hear people say that kind of thing all the time, but it is true. We fear our parents reactions to a bad report card, or the pretend monsters under our beds. We also fear for worse things, like being kidnapped and alone, or dying. Take a minute to picture yourself in these kinds of situations; you begin to feel fear. But you dont have to, for fear is a choice you make. It`s a fgment oI our imaginations, something we make up in our minds. So just remember the next time you feel this fear, it is your decision you are making. Naming fears BY JENNA BEATTIE Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School Fear of not being good enough is atelophobia. It takes control of your emo- tions and your thoughts because you think youll never be as good as your friends. It can make you quiet; it can make you loud; it can make you do crazy things. The fear of spiders is called arach- nophobia. Being scared of the creatures that help us could happen when youre al- lergic to the most common type. When it can almost kill you, it can become scary. The Iear oI fre is pyrophobia ... I can be near fre but only small ones and with the right people. Radiophobia is the fear of x-rays or radiation, when you think people are going to fnd out what`s inside oI you, not just the brokenness, but the sadness youve been hiding. The dark BY MADDY PLETZER Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School Since I was young I made sure there was light. I checked to make sure there was nothing under my bed, and closed my closet doors. I hid under my black blanket to keep me safe. I plugged my ears to keep the night from entering, held my breath so they couldnt hear me breathe, and I closed my eyes to pretend it was just a dream. But it wasnt; it was real life. The night is pretty scary when you are 5 and afraid of the dark. Then on your 13th birthday, your wish doesnt come true. You wish to keep your lights off, to keep the closet doors open, with no need to check under your bed, where you can breathe, listen and look and there is no reason to hide anymore. Instead, I am still like a young kid, yet Im a teenager, afraid of the deep, dark, fragile night. Claustrophobia BY HALLA LAFRENIERE Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School My fear is a common one. Many people would agree. But even though its common, It disappoints me. I know my fear is harmless And could never hurt me. But being claustrophobic Is what Ill always be. Polar Caves BY SCOTTY FLESCH Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School It was summer when I went to the Polar Caves in the White Mountains. I found out I was claustrophobic. I was really scared. It didnt help that the cave was called the Lemon Squeezer... Ill never go there ever again... Family BY LUCAS REED Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School My biggest fear is my family dying. If I ever lost them I dont know what Id do. Sometimes I try not to think about it. But it always fnds its way back into my mind. I never want this to happen, but every living thing has to die. However, I can always remember the good times I had with them, and that they will always be with me no matter what. Passes to the roof BY TAYLOR FARRELL Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School ... I would put a huge roof on the school so you could do whatever you wanted. You would get passes so you could spend a day up there if you wanted doing whatever you wanted. Like maybe you could play basketball up there. And soccer. Maybe even water balloon fghts. And once a week your class would get to have a picnic up there for lunch. Also instead of a teachers lounge there would be a kids lounge and you would have soda and a bunch of candy in there. So when you were feeling down or needed a break you would just get up and go. If the teachers asked where you were, your friends would just say, Oh, he/she went to the teachers, I mean kids lounge. Wow, theres a lot of things I would change in this school but I would also like a huge library with comfy chairs to sit in, and you could check out as many books as you wanted. Well, I like reading books, so Id like that. And the library teacher would be Taylor Swift... Read the complete story at youngwritersproject.org/ node/90251. THIS WEEK: School makeover YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to CHAMPLAIN INVESTMENT PARTNERS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in newspapers around the state and on vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompt, Makeover: How would you redesign your school? Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Deanna Davis-Kilpatrick, Essex High School YWP AT POEM CITY MONTPELIER | APRIL 7 POETRY WORKSHOP WITH LELAND KINSEY 4 5:30 P.M. READINGS BY YWP WRITERS 6:30 8 P.M. Kellogg-Hubbard Library East Montpelier Room 135 Main St., Montpelier Free pizza for workshop participants at 5:45 p.m. Poetry reading open to all who want to share their words. Friends and family welcome! RSVP sreid@youngwritersproject.org Computer labs BY ROSS LOWERY Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School My school would have 20 computer labs with computers as big as a fat screen TV. The computers would be red. On those computers the students would have to practice their math facts. The kids could also email anyone they wanted ... and there would be 365 days of school. Read the complete story at youngwritersproject.org/ node/90864. Big playground BY JAMESON SOLOMON Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School If I was to redesign my school, I would make a very big spot for recess. There would be pavement for kickball and grass for football. There would be soccer nets, too. There also would be a very big playground that a ton of kids could play on. The playground would have a lot of monkey bars, and you could climb to get up to the top where there would be a very high point with a slide all the way to the bottom. It would also have a zipline that would take you to another spot ,where you climb up a ladder, then slide down. Recess would be very long, like an hour. In the lunch room you could sit any- where you wanted to. You could have ice cream for lunch, with a bunch of toppings to add... There would not be that much work, but some, because you need to do some work... Read the complete story at youngwritersproject.org/ node/90258. Shorter days BY LAUREN PREDDY Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School My school would have no summer and no weekends. I know that sounds weird, but if you think about it, we would get to college early and get out when we were younger... We would also have no summer and no weekends because we would have shorter school days. I want shorter days of school because kids need to be active and have fun be- cause if youre not having fun, youre not happy... Read the complete story at youngwritersproject.org/ node/90255. An awesome school BY MICHAEL REA Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School If I would redesign the school, I would make an awesome school and I mean awesome. Instead of buses they would be party buses where you could sit wherever you wanted because who doesnt like party buses? Plus it would have a hot tub and it would be pretty spa- cious... Read the complete story at youngwritersproject.org/ node/90254. Doors and walls BY ABIGAIL BURACHOWSKI Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School If I could redesign the school it would have classrooms with doors and real walls. There would be a swimming pool and a skating rink. It would have charities for every sport ... I wish for six months in a school year. I also think the school day should be shorter. Read the complete story at youngwritersproject.org/ node/90652. Photo credit: Jonathan Palmer, Essex High School THIS WEEK: Disaster YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to NATIONAL LIFE GROUP THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives hundreds of submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in news- papers around the state, on vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Di- saster: Ever have one of those days? Describe your day of disaster. More at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK YOUNG WRITERS PROJECT AT POEM CITY MONTPELIER | APRIL 7 POETRY WORKSHOP WITH LELAND KINSEY 4 5:30 P.M. READINGS BY YWP WRITERS 6:30 8 P.M. Kellogg-Hubbard Library East Montpelier Room 135 Main St., Montpelier Free pizza at 5:45 p.m. Poetry reading open to all who want to share their words. Invite friends and family to hear you! RSVP sreid@youngwritersproject.org NEXT PROMPTS Pressure. Write about any kind of pres- sure social, school, making the team, or simply the physical sensation of pres- sure (like diving underwater). Alternates: Six words. Write a complete story in just six words create as many as you can; or Photo 8 (see youngwritersproject.org.) Due April 4 Stubbed toes BY ASHLEY HEANEY Grade 12, Northfeld High School It`s my frst day as a ballerina in a proIes- sional company. I had to beg on bended knee while serv- ing cookies in order for the director to notice me. I wake up at 6 a.m., ready to begin. I move about quickly, fueled by my nerves. My toes scream out in pain as I wham my foot off the door. I curse my clumsiness and cradle my foot. The screaming of my toes calls out to all other negative spirits, directing them to take revenge for my careless actions. I drip toothpaste all over my leotard. My pointe shoes are soaked from the opened water bottle in my bag. My tights are splattered with mud by the passing cars. I twist my ankle in a pothole. I forget my dance skirt at home. I can`t fnd a place at the barre. I am so intimidated by all the other danc- ers, their smirks burning holes into my confdence. It`s my frst day as a ballerina in a proIes- sional company. Bus accident BY SOPHIE HOWE Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School Ahhhhh! What just happened?! screamed 10 kids. We had just gotten into a bus accident and of course we were all scared. It was snowing and then it stopped. We were driving down the road, and the next thing we knew we were all on our sides. All the seats came out. We all got out of the bus and climbed the little hill. Of course we were all cry- ing and shaken up. I cant say how happy we all were, including me, because the rescue squad and the fre department and the families were there very quickly. The cars were parked far down the road because everybody was there for us. One girl handed me my glasses and my lenses had fallen out, too. I was shaking. I didnt even know that I had lost my glasses. All I can say is that Im happy Im here now. There were a few kids who went to the hospital but nobody was seri- ously injured or hurt. This was one of the biggest disasters ever. School worries BY SKYLER PERKINS Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School One day after school I was going to get out my homework. Oh no, I left my homework at school! I was very upset. I was up all night thinking about it. I was nervous to go to school the next day. When I got to school I realized that I forgot my sneakers. That day was hor- rible. Everything was going wrong. For some reason it felt like the biggest prob- lem in the world. I always feel nervous when I tell Mrs. Dutton that I have forgotten my homework. I felt like it was the end of the world. Luckily, Mrs. Dutton was good about it. I was happy about that, but I still felt bad all day. Every time I forget my homework I feel bad until I get home. From now on I will never let myself forget my homework ever again. Hopefully. Bad day BY MASON OTIS Grade 4, Barre Town Elementary School Have you ever woken up and realized that you just missed the bus and that you didnt do your homework last night? Well, I have, and it didnt go so well. After I got to school I was eating my snack and it spilled all over my math papers and I had to stay in for recess because my homework was not done. I only had to stay in Ior fve minutes and then I got to play outside, but when I was playing basketball, my friend pushed me down. I cut my leg open on a rock and had to go to the nurse because a lot of blood was coming out. That day didnt go so well. Forest waltz BY ASHLEY HEANEY Grade 12, Northfeld High School The leaves crunch beneath my Ieet. I fnd comIort in the continuous crackling caused by each gentle step. The trees are shedding their summer attire. As each leaI Ialls, more and more oI the oak`s bare skin is exposed. This is not only a transIormational process Ior the ponderous statues oI the Iorest, but also Ior the humans breathing in the Iall air. I stand in the midst oI a Iorest, encir- cled by my dancing partners. I sway with the branches, releasing my stress as they release their leaves. I am becoming anew, transitioning Irom the intense Iervor oI summer weather to the tranquility oI Iall. At each drop oI a leaI, the tree is presenting a giIt. He is sharing his abun- dance oI colors taken Irom the heavenly sky with those who cannot reach as high as he can. Each rusty red, kiwi green, and mustard yellow leaI Ialls to the ground, Iorming a random yet directed pathway Ior one to Iollow. With a single breeze oI air, these pathways are Ior the better. The rhythm oI our dance depends on these directional changes. When the wind picks up, the leaves swirl around, joining me in a waltz. As the breeze lessens, the trees peace- Expectation BY OLIVER ZEICHNER Grade 12, Vermont Academy oI Science and Technology I fnd very oIten that anticipating something is halI the Iun oI it. The actual event isn`t always that great, but imagin- ing it can be really exciting. Like when surprise packages come in the mail. I take the packages one by one and Ieel their weight, trying to determine the contents. What`s in there? How big is it? What shape? Who sent it? I let my imagination run wild with colorIul pictures oI things I would like to have that are about the same weight and size as the parcels. Then I open the boxes to fnd com- pletely diIIerent items. That`s not to say I don`t like what I Iound, but now that it`s defned, the possibilities are limited to reality, and that`s not always as good as the images in my head. Words that I don`t know are very similar to mystery packages. A couple oI weeks ago, I heard someone talking about their garden. They mentioned that they were growing cour- gettes. The leaves were huge, they said, the backyard will never be the same. I got pretty excited about courgettes. I thought, 'A new exotic vegetable! But no, when I looked it up, I Iound out that it was an alternate name Ior zuc- chinis. I like zucchinis, but I was disap- pointed. Anticipation is more than halI the Iun. It`s like hiking a mountain. When you`re hiking, you have a goal to reach the top. You imagine what it`s like, and that motivates you to get there, but once you`ve reached the top, you`re at the top. There is no higher level to reach. It`s just you and the sky, and all you have leIt to do is look at the view, and go back down the way you came. THIS WEEK: Disappoint & General YWP is supported by the gen- erosity oI Ioundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value oI writing. II you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to TURRELL FUND THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions Irom students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in newspapers around the state, on vtdigger.org and vpr. net. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Disappointed: Write about a time where your expec- tations werent quite met; and General writing. Olivia Fewell / Essex High School NEXT PROMPTS Epic. Describe an epic journey real or imagined. Alternates: Share. Write about something that only you and a sibling or Iriend share a gooIy sense oI humor, an unIorgettable experience, a secret? or General writing in any genre. Due March 28 Pressure. Write about any kind oI pressure social, school, making the team, or simply the physical sensa- tion oI pressure (like diving underwater). Alternates: Six words. Write a complete story in six words; or Photo 8 (above). Due April 4 Kickball BY SCOTTY FLESCH Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School It was the frst week in June. There were two days leIt in school. I asked my mom iI I could get this cool kickball. She said, 'Not today, but maybe when your Iather gets paid. One week later, my mom said, 'Not this week, we don`t have enough money this week, plus bills. I was pretty sad but I started saving. They were $40. I never spent a dime on anything until I got the kickball. It took me two months. I fnally got enough money. I went to the store with my mom and my money. I got the kickball and I played kickball with my dad, brothers, my mom and my sister. It was so much Iun playing kickball with my Iamily. There were never any sore losers. We just played Ior the Iun oI it. We even had a tournament. Each team had two players so there were three teams because there were six oI us. It was my dad and me, my mom and my sister, and my two brothers. My dad and I ended up winning but we weren`t braggy winners. We were happy, though. It Ieels good to win something once in awhile. Both or none BY HERBERT CARLETON Grade 11, Northfeld High School Hope and despair, they are like yin and yang. They both rely on one another to survive in this world. For you can`t hope Ior something to happen iI you don`t know despair. And you can`t Ieel despair until you hope Ior something to happen. All in all, they are one and the same. They come together or not at all. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Elements & General YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to JANES TRUST THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best in newspapers around the state, vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Elements: What is the strongest and/or most beautiful force in nature? and General. Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Alexis Britch, Essex High School, 2013 SCHOOL GARDEN WRITING CHALLENGE WIN $100 WORTH OF PRIZES! Due: March 20 For prompts and more info, go to youngwritersproject.org/garden. Challenge sponsored by www.vcgn.org Fire BY CAMERON CODLING Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School Fire burns so brightly, so peaceful, so warm, like the sun in the middle of spring when the fowers and leaves bloom, yet so devastating, like when a volcano erupts and destroys a whole town, like famethrowers on a battlefeld, burning everything it touches, but so beautiful, like Flanders Fields, full of red poppies. Powerful beauty BY EMMA STEPHENS Grade 10, Northfeld High School It rises slowly up around my feet. It tickles between my toes and tries to drag me back out with it. I long to go but I still need air, frm- ness beneath my feet. Waves crash nearby but where I stand is protected. Moonlight catches the white tops oI the waves Iar out and refects oII the still surface of my lagoon. The wind whips the open water into a frenzy but I stand calm. Nothing can reach me here. The water is warm from sitting in the hot sun all day and plays around my ankles now, but still I do not move. This force can kill but it also can cre- ate. Tides ebb and fow, leaving in their wake all manner of life and death. Currents push and pull, forcing ships oII their path and fsh on their way. One minute all is calm and the next a great tempest arises and changes the blue wa- ters to a gray beast. All manner of creatures inhabit the water in front of me; I know that now. Slowly I turn and pull my feet out of the sand and walk out of the water, leav- ing behind a trail of wet sand and some footprints. Soon the waves wash over those as well, leaving nothing but a fresh start for the morning sun to fnd. The tide BY DAVID JUDKINS Grade 11, Northfeld High School The tide grows with the droplets of rain. It brings forth life, and takes it away, Oh, I say it is the essence oI liIe, regardless of the endless troubles and strife. Extinguisher of the blaze, obscurer of the air in a foggy haze, death to the earth it erodes, merely by fowing. The wisest of the elements, yet forever unknowing, Cherish the sparkle of the cool blue; despite what we believe, we have to, for it brings about the world around, the essence of life, worlds abound. Can we change? BY LYDIA RAYMOND Grade 8, Crossett Brook Middle School Its a light switch, its a computer glitch, its the bill at the end of the month. Its the running water thats getting hotter, yet we leave it on and let it fall. Its the endangered species, on land and in seas, going extinct because of change. Its the moving cars; weve gone too far, Earth decomposing day by day. Its the Co2, skies no longer blue, trying hard to breathe in gray. All these things we use so much will be gone in just one single touch. In denial about what we cant see, this Earth will be gone, and so will we. YOUNG WRITERS PROJECT SUMMER INTERNSHIPS YWP is looking for college student interns. If you know of any students who love the written word, appreciate kids, are web savvy and love being busy, urge them to apply for a summer internship at YWP. YWP oIIers a fexible, interesting work environment, space for indi- vidual talents and creativity, a small stipend and heaps of M & Ms. This internship program runs from June 16 until August 15 at YWP headquarters, 12 North Street, Burlington. Internships will be offered in three areas: Publications (Editing and preparing writing and photos for Anthology 6 and other YWP publications) Web design, application and maintenance Support for writing work- shops/summer camp program for elementary and middle- school kids. Interested? Send a cover let- ter, writing samples and resume to Geoff Gevalt, ggevalt@youngwrit- ersproject.org, or by mail to YWP, 12 North Street, Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05465. Review of candidates begins March 31. NEXT PROMPTS Goose- bumps. What gives them to you? Tell a story about the frst time you got them. Alternates: Is it art or vandalism? Make your case. Or Photo 7 (Write about the photo above). Photo 7 (Archie Love) Lewis Wickes Hine xxxt/xx High School THIS WEEK: Wonder, Red & Comic YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to LANGWATER FAMILY FOUNDATION THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best in newspapers around the state, on vtdigger.org and vpr. net. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Wonder: I wonder ...; Red: End a piece with And yet all I see is red.; and Comic strip. COMIC STRIP BY TINEKE MACE SCHOOL GARDEN WRITING CHALLENGE WIN $100 WORTH OF PRIZES! Due: March 20 For prompts and more info, go to youngwritersproject.org/garden. Challenge sponsored by www.vcgn.org Tineke Mace is in 4th Grade at Tunbridge Central School. Wonder of ideas BY GRACE ECKLAND-GUSTAVSON Grade 8, U-32 Middle School Ideas are the things that change the world. They are what sent us into space. They are what discovered our own ge- netic makeup. Ideas are what drove us to create better and greener ways to run machinery. And ideas caused horrible things to happen, too. The atomic bomb. Nuclear weapons. Chemical warfare, ideas that have killed and hurt, torn families apart and left so many behind, waiting for a rescue that will never come. Ideas are beautiful, wondrous things. Ideas show the amount of brain power and ingenuity that the human race is capable of. But some ideas will tear this world apart. And when we are standing in the dust of the once-green Earth, breathing in the toxic chemicals, will our ideas be enough to save us from ourselves? No words BY DAKOTA VANCE Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School I wonder if you ever noticed how much it meant. When this happened, there were no words. So fragile, so delicate. I guess I didnt realize to take that in; it didnt seem real. Respectful, kind, most of all, your personality. You gave me your trust. I promised. It happened so fast. I lost you, just like that, vanished. Our respect, trust, everything, gone. I hear your name; I cant breathe. I see you. There are no words. I wonder, do you still care? Bubbly toes BY ASHLEY HEANEY Grade 12, Northfeld High School I had always associated the color blue with him: His crystallized blue eyes stealing my heart with every blink, his button-up plaids, each a differing shade from the depths of the ocean. My tears; each dew-drop symbolic of the pain he caused me with every blink. I had never associated the color red with him. Even when he said I love you. Even when three years had passed by. Even when I was so in love with those blue eyes that I couldnt tell that my bubbly toes were keeping me from the ground, from reality, from realizing why I always associated blue, and not red, with him. Red, the color of love. Blue, the color of despair. Now that time has passed; now that time has revealed my spellbound stupidity; now that I see him with another girl, I try desperately to associate blue with him. And yet, all I see is red. Eye of wonder BY LILIANNA ZIEDINS Grade 7, Crossett Brook Middle School So simple to wonder; its easier than life. I wonder why we live; why walk this Earth only to leave a scar behind? I wonder why we die, and I wonder about the world beyond this one. There are so many questions. Its why we are all blessed with an eye of wonder. Its why I wonder whats out in the uni- verse or why I am me. There is so much to wonder and so little time to discover. Your wonders will never be answered, yet we still wonder. Spider dreams BY TYLER MOREHOUSE Grade 5, Union Elementary School I was about to crush a spider when a sudden chill went through my body. It was a cold chill, like refreshing. Then without even thinking I stepped backwards into a giant spider, probably the mother or father of the tiny spider that I was going to kill. Suddenly a second chill went through my body and I started to fall. When I woke up I was in some sort of cave. I saw the giant spider and it saw me, but I pretended not to see him and closed my eyes again... THIS WEEK: Vermont Wri tes Day YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your dona- tion to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to PHYSICIANS COMPUTER CO. THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. More than 95 schools across Vermont and New Hamp- shire participated in Young Writers Projects annual Vermont Writes Day taking just 7 minutes on Feb. 13 to write! This week, we publish writing in response to these prompts: You are about to crush a spider and...; The best prize to receive; and Include the line, All I see is red... Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK SCHOOL GARDEN WRITING CHALLENGE WIN $100 WORTH OF PRIZES! For prompts and more info, go to youngwritersproject.org/garden. Challenge sponsored by www.vcgn.org Vermont Writes Day at Rutland High School, left to right, Talla Caruso, Aliya Schneider, Tessie McDon- nell. Hunter Berryhill, Rutland High School Farm. Do you live on or near a farm? Write about an experi- ence youve had there. Alternates: Top 5. Make a list of your top 5 anything, animate or inanimate; or Photo 6 (right). Due March 7 Spirit. Whats your spirit animal the one animal you think represents you best? What does that mean for you? Al- ternate: Rhymes: Write about anything or anyone in rhyme. Due March 14 NEXT PROMPTS Photo 6 Victoria Gibson Colors BY SERENITY NORTHRUP Grade 7, U-32 Middle School The rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. Each color has a different meaning, a different emotion, something we relate to or something we dont. Red is for the days, the nights the times Ive spent lying in wait. I wait in anger. In anger, I wait. Orange is for summer, the bright, beautiful orange sunlight. Sunlight reminds me of the hope to come. Yellow is for a light, a light in the dark when you need it most. Green is grass, the feeling of relief, the feeling of cool. Blue is for sadness, for the times when people leave you, people betray you. No matter how you see it, it is sadness. Purple is Ior fowers, the reminder that spring will come. They show you the hope to come. All these colors and emotions to choose from, and yet all I see is red. Smallest one of all BY ALEX SMART Grade 5, Union Elementary School The spider was in my grasp, but then I heard a voice, soft and sweet, almost like a mixture of oil and honey. It was so soothing I just had to follow it. I felt the rough gravel slide across my feet but I didnt care. Then I began to smell the sweetest smell in the world, ev- erything I could have dreamed of maple candy, roast beef, and fresh French fries swirled and whirled around my brain. I had to follow it and get it. Then my world began to speed faster and faster until all I could see was the spi- der crawling up my leg closer and closer. Little did I know that I was being bewitched. Then I was the little one, the spider pleading for life from the foot about to crush me. And then it went black. Absolutely black. Minion love BY CECE CURTIN Grade 5, Union Elementary School The best gift I could ever get is a minion one that talks. I could give him kisses and take him to school and not let anyone lay a fnger on him. And he could teach me how to talk like a minion so when my math teacher asks me, Whats 2 plus 327, divided by 576,745,687?, I would say, Bebo. And during literacy, the teacher would say, Read your story, please. And I would talk like him. It would be awesome. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG Power of family BY COLE BANKS Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School The greatest gift that I have is my life and my family. I love my life because it has so many good things in it. I have a very big and nice family. I am very proud of my ancestors, too. My grandIather was one oI the frst AI- rican Americans to integrate the Marine Corps. His name was Ernest Smith Jr. Ernests brother was a middle-weight boxing champion of the world. His name was Harry Smith. I have had a lot of fun with my cousins in the past and I defnitely will in the future. THIS WEEK: Gift, Rant, Achievement YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to MAIN STREET LANDING THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Young Writers Project receives hundreds of submis- sions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in newspapers around the state, on vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Gift: Write about something you cherish; Rant: Send your best rant; and Achieve- ment: What is your greatest achievement? PHOTO OF THE WEEK Aliya Schneider / Rutland High School Rant against bullies BY FRANCES KAPLIN Grade 7, U-32 Middle School I hate it when people think they are better than someone else because they have more money, friends or something else than another person has. I hate that those people push others around and hurt them, whether its physically or verbally. I fnd it sad that some people deal with feeling bad by trying to make the people around them Ieel worse. I fnd it sad that sometimes they succeed. I dislike that sometimes the bullied turns into the bully because it is what they are used to. I dislike that this circle continues. I am heartbroken that some people feel the need to end their own lives because of what someone else did. I am heartbroken that some people did these things to them. I understand the feeling of being bul- lied to the point of hating yourself for what they said to you. I understand that most, if not all, of us have been through this at one point in our lives. I dislike that this circle continues. SCHOOL GARDEN WRITING CHALLENGE WIN $100 WORTH OF PRIZES! For prompts and more info, go to youngwritersproject.org/garden. Challenge sponsored by www.vcgn.org NEXT PROMPT Makeover. Youve been going to school for years. Now is your chance to tell the world how you would redesign your school. What would it be like? Alternate: Fear. What is your biggest fear or worry? Tell a story about how you worry, or how it affects your actions. Due Feb. 28. Like a shock wave BY BECKY LOCKWOOD Grade 8, U-32 Middle School You can feel it rush through your whole body like a shock wave through your veins, fnally achieving something that has haunted your scariest dreams, the relief of the burden coming off your shoulders. Achievement comes in many shapes, sizes and colors. It can be as small as getting your hair parted right or growing up strong and bright. Never give up. Follow those scary dreams. Then one day you will look back to see you kept your head up and got where you wanted to be. The race BY STEPHEN LOOKE Grade 8, U-32 Middle School My greatest achievement to date has been when I came in second in my frst X-C running race this year. Heres how I did it. Last year, I did X-C running, X-C skiing, and track, so I got really ft. Then I went to a practice camp over the summer and so I stayed in shape. This year, at the start of X-C running, I was ready. At the start oI the race, there is a mass start where everyone sprints across a feld. I got right out front in the start; I think I was in fIth or something like that. In the frst part oI the race, I went harder than I normally do, and it paid off. By the middle of the race, it was just two others and me. We were all in a clump; no one wanted to pull out ahead yet. Then, during the end part of the race, this guy from Pennsylvania caught up to us and passed us. I decided to stay with him, so I ran right behind him and made it look as if I was going to pass him. He got nervous and lost his pace, and I passed him. In the last leg of the race, Noah caught up to me. He passed me in the last 100 meters, but I still came in second. It was great! MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Myth & General YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to BIRDSEYE FOUNDATION THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication. This week, we publish work in response to the prompts, Myth: Create the new urban legend; and General writing. Read more at youngwritersproject.org. The moon is born BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School The Great Mother Sun loved her child, Earth. And she watched over her with her warm embrace. The Great Mother Sun loved Earth because she harbored many creatures that depended on Earth for food and water, and depended on the Sun for protection from the cold universe. But the Great Mother Sun soon grew tired. She needed to rest, so she sent out small pieces of herself out into the universe to watch over Earth while she rested. But these pieces soon foated away into the reaches of space and provided little comfort to those on Earth. So the Great Mother Sun kept watching over Earth until she could no longer. Im sorry, Daughter Earth, said the Great Mother Sun. But I cannot keep watch much longer, for I grow tired. Earth loved her mother, so she gave a piece of herself to her. Mother, said Earth, Take this piece of me to watch over my creatures while you must rest. So the Moon was born, and to this day shines bright for all the creatures of Earth. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Kevin Huang / Burlington High School SCHOOL GARDEN WRITING CHALLENGE WRITE TO ONE OF THESE PROMPTS AND WIN $100 WORTH OF PRIZES! 1. Does your school have a garden? How has it changed your attitude about food and/or your school? 2. If your school doesnt have a garden, why do you think it would be fun or interesting to have one? 3. Tell a story about an event that focuses on sharing food a family gathering, a celebration, a farmers market, a picnic. Winner will be announced April 4 and receive $50 in cash and a $50 gift certicate from Red Wagon Plants for a Vermont school or com- munity garden of the writers choice. All writers will receive a bundle of seeds to plant this spring in their school garden or at home courtesy of the writing challenge sponsor, Ver- mont Community Garden Network. How to submit: Write as a blog on your account on youngwritersproject. org. Click on Newspaper Submis- sion at bottom, fll out inIormation, click Garden prompt and Save.
DUE: MARCH 20 (FIRST DAY OF SPRING!) Challenge sponsored by www.vcgn.org NEXT PROMPTS Question. Ask any famous person (dead or alive) one ques- tion. Who is the person? What is the question and what is the an- swer? Alternate: Disaster. Ever have one of those days, start to fnish, when everything you touch or do leads to disaster? Write about it. Due Feb. 21 Snow BY KAT NORWOOD Grade 8, Barre Town Middle and Elemen- tary School As the snowfakes dance around me, I stop and watch, each its own individual. They dance faster and faster, wrapping around me like a cold, icy blanket. I shudder. As I hug my arms through my jacket, I look up. I see nothing but white. I keep walking on the forests trail, but still, nothing clears. The small, delicate snowfakes scrape across my face. And it burns. Im running now. Trying to escape the tiny, icy dancers. THIS WEEK: Perspective YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to TURRELL FUND THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives submis- sions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best in this and other newspapers around the state, vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompt, Perspective: Tell a story from the perspective of something unconven- tional. More at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Best pal Audrey Dawson/Essex High School NEXT PROMPT Red. End a short story or poem with this line: And yet all I see is red. Al- ternate: Limerick. Write a limerick: a poem oI fve lines, the 1st, 2nd and 5th lines rhyming, and the 3rd and 4th lines rhyming. Use humor. Due Feb. 14 MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG Flower BY TAYLOR REARDON Grade 8, Barre Town Middle School This kind of day is my favorite. Its summer and its sunny and warm. We had a rain last night so I feel very fresh and hydrated. Now as the sun beams in the sky, I turn as much as I can to look up and soak it all in. My face is warm now as I have been facing the sun for a while. It is so lovely to look at the view around me. Green grass, beautiful moun- tains in the distance, and the occasional small animal passes. Even though my life may be short, these beautiful, sunny days will stay in everyones memory forever. Many of us hold these memories to picture on a bitter, cold winter day when you look outside and are miserably miss- ing summer time. I also love the expression people have when they look at me and think of how beautiful I am in all my glory, all my pet- als perfectly outstretched and my sturdy stem holding me in the sky. Today is a memory to savor. Brown cow BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School The sun softly warms my sore hide. Buttercups tickle my nose as I reach for a nice clump of grass that my soft brown eyes have spotted from across the pasture. Oak tree BY WYATT MASHKURI Grade 8, U-32 Middle School I am the oak tree. I stand beside you and your family in the darkest of storms. I watch over you, I listen to you. Each winter the snow comes and blan- kets my branches. I watch as you build snowmen. I watch you in the summer as you fnd shade under my long limbs. I have always been by your side but you never notice me. I have watched you learn and grow, stand and fall. You climb my limbs and jump in my leaves. I am the oak tree. Dandelion BY MARY THIBEAULT Grade 8, U-32 Middle School I am a tiny dandelion. I watch as my younger relatives bloom. The wind tries to knock me over, but I stay strong. Sometimes I watch little kids com- ing across the feld to pick bundles oI my kind. I have not been picked yet, though I wonder about the places that I would go. Would I be stuck in a vase or would I be put in a little girls hair and brought all over the place to see the world? When I get older, will I start to be- come what all dandelions become? The ones kids blow on to make a wish? Will I make their wish come true? Will I ever even get picked? If I do, where will all of my seeds fy out to? But why worry about the future? I have only just bloomed. Dogs life BY HAYDEN ROBERGE Grade 8, U-32 Middle School I am on the beach with my owner. I am running full speed after a Frisbee he has just thrown. I jump and I catch the Frisbee in between my jaws like a profes- sional. I then turn around and sprint back to him, begging him to throw it again. But its time to go. He takes the Frisbee from my slobbery mouth and we jog back to the car. He opens the door so I can get in, and were off! He rolls down my window so that I can stick my head out. I do just that as we speed home. When we get there he goes to the kitchen while I wait patiently in the living room of our apartment. He comes back with dinner! VERMONT WRITES DAY THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13 THE DAY WHEN EVERYONE STOPS WHAT THEYRE DOING FOR SEVEN MINUTES AND WRITES! More info at youngwritersproject.org YOUNG TRADITION SHOWCASE FEBRUARY 8, 7 P.M. CITY HALL, BURLINGTON A rousing session of young tradi- tional musicians. $15 suggested dona- tion. CDs on sale include YWP-spon- sored Ballad Project songs to beneft Young Tradition and YWP. More info at youngtraditionvermont.org No place like home BY MATTHEW DALEY Grade 12, Northfeld High School Home was where it all started, where memories originated, some good, like birthdays and graduations; some bad, like fghts and bad report cards, those juice stains on the carpet Irom my younger years. I didn`t care what Iancy stuII was inside my home. I didn`t need the biggest TV or the nicest bed, as long as I had a saIe place where my Iamily could grow up, grow up together and eventually go our separate ways to begin our new lives and adventures. The perpetual ups and downs stick to me, and Irom them I grow. One day down this long road I travel I`ll be able to create a new home Ior another generation that is just as perIect as mine. Puddle reveals me BY GABRIELLE CICIO Grade 9, Northfeld High School She asks me, 'Siri, is it raining out- side? In my head I think, 'Yes it`s raining outside; look out your window! But instead I say, 'Yes, it appears to be raining outside. It is cloudy and 37 degrees today. So she retrieves her rainboots and polka dot umbrella, and outside we go. I Ieel raindrops creep upon my skin, and then I get the nauseating Ieeling that appears when I am dropped. My Iace plunders into the wet, deep puddle, and without thinking I say, 'I am cold! I am so cold! Help me! I am cold! And then she realizes that I am not a robot; I am a voice trapped in a phone. But there is nothing she can do, and now I am Iorever cold. THIS WEEK: Home & Cold YWP is supported by the gen- erosity oI Ioundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value oI writing. II you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to VERMONT BUSINESS ROUNDTABLE THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject. org and the Schools Project, a comprehensive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or contact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions Irom students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best in this and other newspapers around the state, on vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Home: What are you most proud of in your hometown or state?; and Cold: What is the coldest youve ever been? More at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Vermont Sophia Cannizzaro/Homeschool, West Glover VERMONT WRITES DAY THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13 THE DAY WHEN EVERYONE STOPS WHAT THEYRE DOING FOR SEVEN MINUTES AND WRITES! Go to youngwritersproject.org Ior more details. My blizzard BY LUCI BAILEY Grade 10, Northfeld High School Arctic chill blasts my Iace, pushing me back Irom you, your joyless stares, your silent words that circulate out in visible gusts. Soon I will be too numb and I will stop trying to bring back the warmth that used to be in your gaze and age will hollow out the memory oI it. So I turn back now, away Irom what could have been my summer, but is now only a blizzard. The meet BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School I stand on the edge, my body shaking, bare toes gripping the rough block, waiting Ior the sound. I shake out my arms and pull down my cap, restricting my head like the racks oI shivers, not Irom the cold, Ior it is warm, but Ior the Iool`s paradise around me Ior I know when I jump the bitter cold will slice through me. A drop oI water runs down my Iace. My hands are on the block; I am poised like a cat, ready to pounce. My heart shudders as the high, piercing whistle locks my muscles. I jump. My body elongates and cuts through the water. The unIorgiving cold covers me, cleanses me oI my jitters and now my only goal is to reach the wall as Iast as I can. Trapped BY EMMA STEPHENS Grade 10, Northfeld High School Where am I? It`s so dark. Where did all the light go? Why is there something heavy on my chest? I try to move; I can`t. I can`t Ieel my Iace, my hands or my Ieet. Why am I so cold? I imagine that I am changing into an icicle or a snowfake. Now I can`t Ieel my legs or my arms. I think I am going to die down here, trapped in the cold, trapped in the snow. But then I see light. A hand reaches down Ior me, but I still can`t move. They pull me up and press warmth to my lips, saving me Irom the cold. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Fairytale & General YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to PHYSICIANS COMPUTER CO. THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best in this and other newspapers around the state. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Fairytale: Create an eighth dwarf for the Snow White story; and Gen- eral writing. Read more at youngwritersproject.org. Shadow face (acrylic painting) Erin Bundock/Champlain Valley Union High School NEXT PROMPTS Trapped. You are trapped in an elevator with the most annoying person in the world. Tell us what happens. Do not name anyone or describe someone who can be identifed. Alternates: Comic strip. Design a comic strip and submit it as a picture; or General writing in any genre. Due Jan. 31 VERMONT WRITES DAY THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13 The day when everyone stops what theyre doing for just seven minutes and writes! Go to youngwritersproject.org for more details. Dreamer BY LAUREL GRAY Grade 10, Northfeld High School Dreamer is a calm female dwarf who is all alone. Being the only female dwarf she doesnt really have someone to talk to. She spends her day thinking about the future and thinking about her plans to leave the forest that she lives in. She has high hopes that she will be- come someone, and she believes dreams are there for you to follow. The other dwarves think that she is crazy, and they dont understand why she would ever want to leave. At frst they thought that she would grow out of it but now they think she is just delusional. Even though the other dwarves think she is messed up, Dreamer will never let her head down, and will always keep on dreaming. Rumble BY MARGOT FROST Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School Once upon a time, while seven dwarves were out stealing (their work), they found a little baby dwarf wrapped in blankets. They knew he was a dwarf, because he was smaller than a human baby. He seemed to be talking to himself, grumbling and complaining. One dwarf, Happy, said; Why dont we keep him? Nobody is caring for him. The others agreed. They took him home, out of the cold, and to the warmth of the dwarves little hut. The baby was still grumbling to him- self in that odd way. Why dont we name him Rumble? Doc suggested. For hes always rum- bling, mumbling, grumbling and com- plaining. So the seven other dwarves raised Rumble, and taught him how to fght, and steal, and everything a dwarf needs to know. Rumble always grumbled, rumbled, mumbled, and could always fnd some- thing to complain about. He grew and (despite his negative attitude) was truly a success to the seven others. Winters silence BY LUCI BAILEY Grade 10, Northfeld High School People always complain about the cold in winter. Its freezing! people stutter as they wrap their coats closer to their bodies. Ive had my complaints, no doubt about that. There are plenty of things that I also look forward to: hot chocolate on cold mornings, skiing down sunlit white hills, and warm nights by the fre. There is one specifc thing that I most look forward to. It is the silent morning. The quiet world flls in the spaces when everyone else is snug in their beds. I wake up on the freezing mornings and there is nothing but silence. The branches are full of snow that fell in secret during the night. The sun burns through the grey cloud line and brightens the world, and not a single thing makes noise. Its like the world has taken a moment of silence to let winter into the spotlight. People shift in their sleep in the other rooms, oblivious to the beauty of the si- lence, because it is the silence that keeps them in sleep. I can stand by the windows and look out into the untouched world of white; imagine going out into its mute world and reveling at all that could be found there. It is this one small moment, where the worlds troubles stop just for one moment. Then something disturbs the silence: a car driving through the snow, someone starting a snow blower. People begin to stir, and the world starts to move again. My day starts, and the magical moment is broken. And then I have the whole day to look forward to the moment of winters silence. THIS WEEK: Inspiration YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to AMY E. TARRANT FOUNDATION THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best in this and other newspapers across Vermont, on vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Inspiration: Describe your muse. Read more great writing at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Somewhere else: Vermont to New York. Aliya Schneider/ Rutland High School VERMONT WRITES DAY IS COMING ... ARE YOU READY TO WRITE? Thursday, February 13 Join YWP and writers across Vermont for a 7-minute pause to just write. Watch this newspaper and youngwritersproject.org for more details. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG NEXT PROMPTS Elements. What do you think is the strongest and/or most beautiful force in nature? Tell a story about it. Alternate: Disappointed. Looking forward to something is often the best part. Write about a time where your expectations werent quite met. Due Jan. 24 Satin inspiration BY LUCI BAILEY Grade 10, Northfeld High School She takes her beautiful form In a young girl so small In her satin white dress That shimmers like sunlit snow.
Her giggle flls in dry corners. Her dainty toes dance across my mind, Her delicate paintbrush smudging The lines between possibilities.
As I stare at barren landscapes And see no life in the branches She whispers inspiration in my ears For only me to hear.
What if those branches are alive? She asks with glowing wonder. Maybe they hide the colors Of a song waiting to burst with warm winds of spring.
My muse fies above the treetops, Her arms spread out like silver wings As she soars to different worlds With all of her child-like glee. Dreams BY EMMA STEPHENS Grade 10, Northfeld High School They dance lightly through my head, Leaving only footprints once I wake, Little memories of something bigger These are my muses.
Bits and pieces ft together, Creating wonderlands and paradises, Other worlds to visit These are my muses.
All that remains is to reach out And take the ideas that sit so calmly, To commit them to paper, like they want. These are my muses.
The ideas fade though, as soon as theyre touched, Disappearing forever, back within my mind Like they are playing games with me These are my muses. Dreams are my muses. My dad BY GABRIELLE CICIO Grade 9, Northfeld High School My creative endeavors are the skills that I perform in the duration of thirty-two minutes. The cross-overs and foul shots are only the beginning, and we don`t stop until we are fnished.
My coach is my muse, but hes not who youd think. Hes the man who stands by me, and our looks are in sync.
This man is my muse, my mentor, and more, but above all of this, he is my dad, and that is for sure. The seed BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School It starts as a seed growing in the back of my mind, piercing my brain with its roots, trying to fnd a Iertile connection so it can grow and spiral its blackened vines onto a clean palette of white to copy the image of what I see into the blossom of a story, and Ill watch over the blossom, pruning it if need be until the idea unfurls its petals into the beautiful result. THIS WEEK: Magic & General YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to BAY AND PAUL FOUNDATIONS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Winter BY AMBER PLOOF Grade 7, Crossett Brook Middle School Winter. The only word that can make you laugh and cry at the same time. Winter is like a new chapter of the same book. Winter is the time of year where you should sit back and enjoy your life to the fullest; its like watching a 3D movie in slow motion. When snow gradually falls, it lies gracefully on the old grass, not wanting to damage it. Snow is tender and serene, like a warm cup of hot chocolate that has itty- bitty marshmallows packed to the tippy- top of the glass, the hot steam reminding you of the humid summer days that you wished were still here. Snow is gentle. It softens the fall be- tween your cold boots and the ground. Ah, winter. Youve never really experienced life until youve experienced winter. The moist crunch of the snow is soothing; hot chocolate on cold days reminds you that someone cares; and the layers and layers of snow gear reminds you that even though it is all over-rated, you will never, ever have to worry about the bitter snow days you will have to endure walking to school. Winter. The only word that makes you laugh and cry at the same time. Winter is here BY AVERY EHRET Grade 8, U-32 Middle School The woods are hushed as a whisper. Snowfakes glimmer in the sunlight that is streaming through the cracks of the trees. Animals are tucked away hibernating in a warm, safe place. Icicles dangle under the trees delicately. The air is crisp with the aroma of pine needles. A fake oI snow sweeps across my cheeks, making them red. I inhale deeply and my lungs ache from the ice cold air. A feeling of excitement emerges from within me. I close my eyes and allow the splendor of winter to embrace me. Winter is here. Paper cranes Kevin Huang/Burlington High School HAPPY HOLIDAYS Young Writers Project will resume publishing student work on these pages during the week of Jan. 6, 2014. Until then, happy holidays from all of us at YWP! NEXT PROMPT Wonder. Write a piece that focuses on the idea of I wonder... Alternates: Gift. Have you ever received something that you cherish more than anything? Describe it; or Photo 5 (at right). Due Jan. 17 Great cedar tree William McFarlane Notman Fireworks BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School The blades of grass poke at my back through my bulky sweatshirt as I gaze up at the indigo sky thats blue on the edges. I know the cold stars cant reach me through my blanket and a noise like thunder pounds against my eardrums and a pop like a gunshot echoes through the hills. More lights erupt from the stars in pink and red and gold and gasps and cheers erupt and giggly children point at the sky with pudgy fngers as the lights refect in their wondering eyes. A smile spreads across my face as the sparkles fzzle out like falling stars. And then its over; the smoke lingers like the remains of a magicians disappearing act. But when I close my eyes, I can still see the bursts of purple beneath my eyelids. THE CALVIN Go to youngwriter- sproject.org to read the winning submis- sions by Abigail Millard, a junior at Windsor High School, and Robin Vincent, a senior at St. Johnsbury Acad- emy for this new writing award spon- sored by the Calvin Coolidge Foundation. Calvin Coolidge (Library of Congress) Each week, Young Writers Project receives submis- sions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in newspapers around the state, on vtdigger.org and vpr.net. This week, we present responses to Magic: Describe a magical moment or feeling youve experienced; and General writing. More at youngwritersproject.org. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG That emerald ring Father gave her BY LILY FOURNIER Grade 7, Main Street Middle School For your last present we would like to give you a ring that was made for our family uncountable generations ago, announced my aunt, handing over a gold ring with an emerald. The emerald was different from most rings. It seemed to shine with all the colors of the rainbow. As I touched it, I began to see the making of the ring, and the tragedy of that emerald ring... A jeweler pulled a glowing ring out oI the fre, implanted an emerald into the metal, and set the elegant ring on his cooling rack. Its done, maybe a little late, but Mr. Linear should be happy. A man walked in and began demanding the jewels. I need all the jewels now or else, he cried. No, said the jeweler, The ring is for Elizabeth Linear, the daughter of Mayor Linear. It was her 16th birthday yesterday and Im already behind schedule. There was a fash and the room went dark ... A few hours later a pretty blonde girl came in. She was holding a baby in her arms and singing a lovely song. The instant she saw the jeweler tied up and gagged, she rushed to untie him. When he was untied, the jeweler said, I was fnishing your ring when a man came and stole everything. There is nothing left. Elizabeths face began to sag and she handed the baby over to the jeweler be- Iore throwing herselI into the fre. BeIore she disappeared into the smoke she cried out. I shall never rest until this ring is returned to my family. I emerged from the memories shocked and amazed. We were just able to re- cover it from an old shack up north before your 16th birthday. I would hold on to that emerald ring that the father intended for his daughter so many, many generations ago. THIS WEEK: Excerpt YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to LANGWATER FAMILY FOUNDATION THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions Irom students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in other newspapers around the state and on vpr. net. This week, we present responses to the prompt, Excerpt: Open a book and include a line in a story or poem. Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Bailey Kimball/Essex High School, 2013 Her every move BY GABRIELLE CICIO Grade 9, Northfeld High School Never mind. God, I hate this. I cant even get away from them in another country! She was being followed, cameras watching her every move, every second of the day, when she was shoot- ing, and when she wasnt. Everyone knew her name, but no one knew her story. The photographers tried to uncover the life she tried to keep a secret. Her private life was private, and shouldnt be displayed for the public eye. She fed. She`d had enough; this was an invasion of privacy. She left the coun- try, and turned to a private resort where no paparazzi were allowed. Lying on the beach with her toes in the sand, she sensed movement. She turned rapidly, looking in all directions when she noticed a man holding a camera. She heard the shutter: Click! Click! Click! What happened to no photographers? she thought to herself. She jumped up, snatched her towel from the beach chair, and ran to her condo. She had to leave this island; she had to go home. Next Flight to LAX: 9:36 p.m. She bought the next ticket home. Her personal life was no longer personal, and it never would be again. (Never mind. God, I hate this. I cant even get away from them in another country! from Sweet Little Lies by Lauren Conrad.) Child at heart BY GRACE WOODRUFF Grade 8, Crossett Brook Middle School You see, Lucas had power. You could tell by the way he stood: shoulders back, head up. His eyes glinted with ferce determina- tion, and the air around him felt cooler than in the rest of the room. You could hear his power when he opened his mouth, words oI confdence pouring out. Even the small things he did held power, like the sound his shoes made when he walked into a room, how his hair was always just-so, and the way his hands moved when he talked. He could so easily be mistaken for an adult, someone with a job and a family. His eyes were clouded over with knowl- edge; he seemed so old, wise and weathered, thats the vibe he gave off. But he was just a kid, a mature kid, but still a kid. He grew up too fast, never acted like a kid. Sometimes, though, when no one was looking, I caught the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He would never admit it, but at heart, he was just as young as the rest of us. (You see, Lucas had power, from Where Things Come Back by John Corey Whaley.) NEXT PROMPTS Perspective. Tell a story from the perspective or viewpoint of something unconventional: a dog, a fower, a moun- tain, etc. Alternate: Rant. Send us your best rant, something that ticks you off. Note: No real names or situations where someone can be identifed. Make it a slam poem if youd like. And feel free to create a podcast. Due Dec. 13 Myth. Create the new urban myth. Make it eerie, funny or outrageous. Alternates: Funny. Write a poem or story that makes your reader smile and then laugh out loud. Its harder than it sounds. Try it for Iun. See what happens; or General writ- ing in any genre. Due Dec. 20 YWP HAS A FEATURED WRITER ON VPR.NET EACH WEEK. CHECK IT OUT! THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Have you noticed? BY ALIZA SILVERSTEIN Grade 12, Homeschool The cold has settled across the land, the gardens frozen, the bare trees stand remembering weight of golden leaves. Have you noticed? Each breath is laced with crystal cold, and only crows are left to hold their court in empty monarchy. Have you noticed? Yet sunsets keep the brightest shades for these, the coldest of the months, and even when the sunlight fades the stars are clearest when our gaze is woken by midwinter ice, and if you pause in winter woods and listen to the silence grow, you fnd that silence has a sound of wind through cedars and weighty snow. Have you noticed? THIS WEEK: Winter Tales Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in other newspapers around the state and on vpr.net. This week, we present pieces that were selected for Win- ter Tales to be presented by Vermont Stage Company through Sunday at FlynnSpace in Burlington. YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to TURRELL FUND Sam Robinson/Essex High School, 2013 VERMONT STAGE COMPANY PRESENTS WINTER TALES DEC. 4-8 FLYNNSPACE, BURLINGTON www.vtstage.org This years holiday show includes 16 YWP writers, including the students on this page. Thrill on the hill BY MARGOT FROST Grade 4, Tunbridge Central School The wind nipped my face as I few down the hill. Im skiing, Im skiing! What a thrill! My parallel skis glided through the snow, making deep tracks in the powder. Go! Go! Go! I raced past fellow skiers, laughing with glee. Faster! Faster! Ski, ski, ski! I few by a skier, and when I saw her Iace, I knew I had found my competition and we started to race. We ripped down the hill, the whole time side by side, and when we reached the bottom together, I realized we had tied. Moonlit crystals BY ROSALIE WASSER Grade 8, Stowe Middle School An intricate crystal falls on my nose, melts in a matter of seconds, I suppose. Moonlight refects on the snow so bright; a dusting of glitter penetrates the night. Moaning and groaning, the lonely wind howls as it whips the soft snow around with shrill shrieks and growls. Soaring and gliding, owls sail through the night, like Ieathery snowfakes in never-ending fight. They fy with such Ireedom. They fy with such grace. I stare in wonder and my heart moves to a different place. They said it was cold; they said I shouldnt go, but in spite of their warning, I came out in the snow. I dont have frostbite. Theres a glint in my eye. I know now that all I was told about win- ter was a lie. I take it all in, the magic of the woods. It is now I wish that everyone understood. What they think of winter is clich and bland, like making snow angels and building a sad-looking snowman. It is what they dont see. It is what they dont care to know that I am experiencing now here in the snow. The winters not dull. The winters not bitter. It is an enchanting wonderland of icy cold glitter. A whimsical night, watching magic take place. In the morning it will be gone without a trace. A secret to be kept, safe in my heart, the winter woods at night are more pre- cious than fne art. NEXT PROMPTS Perspective. Tell a story from the perspective or viewpoint of something unconventional: a dog, a fower, a moun- tain, etc. Alternate: Rant. Send us your best rant, something that ticks you off. Note: No real names or situations where someone can be identifed. Make it a slam poem if youd like. And feel free to create a podcast. Due Dec. 13 Snowdrops BY LUNA ISHAM Grade 10, Harwood Union High School I bounced up to you, having noticed the snowdrops in your hair. They looked like beautiful crystals that had Iallen Irom the frst snow oI the year to stay. To me they suited you in all their beauty and refection oI the light, the joy that you give me. When I frst pointed out the glitter Ialling to the earth, you growled at it, which made me giggle because of all the antics that are so purely you. I told you about how I loved to play in the white fuII blanketing the ground. You remarked on how childish I was, how I couldnt deny it, true as always that magical night you frst held me in your arms. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG Laura Cavazos/Essex High School Living this life BY LAUREL GRAY Grade 10, Northfeld High School I am thankful for having my home that I can go to every night. I am thankful for all the experiences I have had to face, because overall, they made me a stronger and better person. I am thankful for my family and friends who have supported me through the hard times and never left my side even when I didnt have the best attitude; I am thankful for everyone who never gave up on me, even when I gave up all hope. I am thankful for my mom, the one person who supported me through every- thing, even after I said I hated her. I am thankful that she pushes me to be the absolute best that I can be, and shows me that dreams are there for you to follow, and that everything will be OK in the end. Most of all, I am thankful for waking up every day, and living this life because there are so many great people in it who support me and who are there for me, and who I wouldnt be able to live without. Someone to thank BY LUCI BAILEY Grade 10, Northfeld High School Everyone has someone that they are thankful for, a special person who has their arms open to them with warm smiles and never-ending love. They hold out glowing lanterns that fll in the darkest caverns where no one else could dwell and build their sturdy homes inside our stony hearts. That is what you have done for me. A man of inspiring words, you held me in your strong arms so I couldnt stand on my own in a cruel world. I am so thankful for your thoughtful blue eyes that surpass even the sky in all of their shimmering wonder towards everything they have to fnd. I am thankful for every grey hair that earned each of their places in time, with three others before me. But grey hairs have taught you patience. I am thankful for strong hands that held me up to the sky to see a distant, sunlit horizon and also killed the spiders no others were brave enough to face. Im thankful for corny jokes that cause only you to laugh, and you should know that they usually cause only you to laugh. Im thankful just for you, for each day you have held me close and kept me from straying too far. To my forever one and only Dad. My Foreign Exchange sister BY GABRIELLE CICIO Grade 9, Northfeld High School A special best friend Someone I call a sister A guest from Norway THIS WEEK: Thanks YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to VERMONT COUNTRY STORE THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in other newspapers around the state. This week, we present responses to the prompt, Thanks: What are you most grateful for? Read more at youngwriter- sproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK NEXT PROMPTS Cold. What is the coldest youve ever felt? Describe it. Alter- nates: Optimist. Think of your worst memory. Tell us the story; however, write about it in a way that turns it into a positive; or Photo 4 (left). Due Dec. 6 Auto-correct BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School I am grateful for the watchful eyes looking down upon the words I type. When they fnd a letter out oI place they fx the wrong to make it right. Sometimes the lines of red or green or blue are placed beneath a word that I know is really true. And Ill get frustrated for a second, but I could never stay mad at you. I expand your vocabulary to include my last name, too. So, dear Auto-correct, I am grateIul that you fx all oI my mis- takes. I am really getting better at spelling, but I know youll help me for however long it takes. This place BY HEATHER PETERSON Grade 9, Chelsea Public School Im thankful for the days we share, when we look up through crystal air at the mountains and the felds, and get to say, we live here. THIS WEEK: Photo 2 & General YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to MAIN STREET LANDING THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication here and in other newspapers around the state and vpr. net. This week we publish work in response to the prompts, Photo 2; and General writing. Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO 2 PROMPT Photo 2 Julie Pearce/Essex High School Crisis averted BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School Hunkered down in our makeshift fort, we sit under an armor of pillows and a canopy of blankets with a glaring fashlight to illuminate our faces. A bowl of popcorn is our only sustenance. We are quiet so the enemy wont hear us; it is silent in the dead of night. And then a blast of a joke, and giggles respond like gunfre. Shhh! Theyll come for us! And then the creak of a door, the glare of a light the enemy general! Shes dressed in a fuzzy robe and combat slippers. The giggles cease. A long pause, then she leaves ... Crisis averted! In loving silence BY DARBY SHERBERT Grade 11, Oxbow High School The door is cracked and the room is silent as a loving father walks in. 'Hush, I say as I put my fnger to my lips. They are asleep. A beam of light from the hallway shines across the youngests face, but she does not stir as he kisses her head tenderly. Next, the oldest. He is still young but strong. His father kisses his head and says, Goodnight, soldier. Then he goes to bed kissing his wife and mother of his children. He turns out the light; the moon illumi- nates the room brightly as the two lovers sleep peacefully with a son and a daughter down the hall. The Lagily BY EMMA STEPHENS Grade 10, Northfeld High School One day or another you are going to have to tell them, my fower. I know but cant it wait a little lon- ger? I have dreaded this day ever since I found out the truth about myself. I was chosen as a baby to enter the order of the Lagily, the last remaining fairies on this Earth. When I was born, something alerted Queen Stella that I had the blood of the old inside me. One of the Lagily, Ethel, was sent to mask my wings when the buds started to grow out of my back. The day I turned 15, though, I had the oddest compulsion to walk into the forest. So I did. As soon as I entered the center of the forest, the spell that hid my wings fell away and Ior the frst time in my liIe I took fight. The Lagily pulled themselves out of their homes in the trees and few with me. I was not scared. I felt as if I was home, in the air with these people. Queen Stella and Ethel asked me to join them so they could inform me of my true nature. They stepped inside a large oak tree and I followed. Inside I learned every- thing that I needed to know to survive the world until I became one of the Lagily in full. Every day I would join them there for a few hours and learn more and more about the old ways. I could not tell anyone about the Lagily or that I was one of them until I was to become one of them and then I could only tell those closest to me. If I broke this one law I would lose my wings and never be whole again. They told me that the day I turned 20 I would leave my home in the mortal world and join them in the protection of the last ancient forest. That day has come and I stand out- side my parents home, not wanting to tell them. I look to Queen Stella one last time for reassurance. The door gives way under my hand and I walk in with my wings on full display. NEXT PROMPTS Magic. There is magic all around us, but people often dont recognize it. Describe a magical moment or feeling that you have experienced. Alternate: Home. What is it about your hometown or your state that you are most proud of? Due Nov. 29 Cold. What is the coldest youve ever felt? Describe it. Alternates: Optimist. Think of your worst saddest, scari- est or most embarrassing memory. Tell the story; however, write about it in a way that turns it into a positive; or Photo 4. Due Dec. 6 Photo 4 Liu Brenna/ Essex High School YOUNG WRITERS PROJECT HAS A FEATURED WRITER ON VPR.NET EACH WEEK. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Survival YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to NATIONAL LIFE GROUP THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication here and in news- papers around the state and on vpr.net. This week, we publish work in response to the prompt, Survival: Youre stuck on a deserted island. Night is falling... PHOTO OF THE WEEK YOUNG WRITERS PROJECT HAS A FEATURED WRITER ON VPR.NET EACH WEEK. CHECK IT OUT! Kevin Huang/Burlington High School Lost island BY ZACHARY SCHNEIDER Grade 8, U-32 Middle School The couple took their shoes off as they walked up towards the mountains. The soft, wet sand stuck to their feet as they walked across the beach. The little waves of water crashed at their heels. As they neared the rocky slope, they stopped for a second and inhaled deep, deep breaths. The silence felt good. It was good to get away from the city, no stresses, loudness or cars beeping or people screaming. They sat there for a few minutes and just took in all the fresh air and beautiful water and sky. This place was amazing and they hadnt even explored yet; the only bad thing was they were here for only a few hours. They left their boat on the sand and headed up the mountains. When they got to the top they could see the ocean for miles! The day was coming to an end; the two people forgot about their boat and the high tide. So when they got down to where the sand used to be, it was all water. The boat was gone... Survival isnt granted; its gained BY AMBER PLOOF Grade 7, Crossett Brook Middle School I am sitting on the wet sand, feel- ing like I am going to melt. Every eight seconds (I counted), the waves suddenly bounce off the sand and onto my knees; you feel a cold rush every time. Even if you sat there all day on the cool sand, you would always get the rush of shock, suspense. Our little two-seater plane crashed on to this island, leaving us stranded. I didnt go on that plane alone, of course. I went with my cousin, Lucas James. Lucas is a thinker, a learner. He never gets into trouble; he keeps his room clean and he always wears suspenders with tan khakis. He is more preppy. I am the fghter, the destroyer. I wear neon shirts, baggy jeans, high tops and my room is nowhere near neat. We are opposites, but that is why we are so close. Our age difference is small; he is 16 and I am 14. The heat makes you think weird. I feel hungry, but I know I can just let it wait till later. Maybe we will be lucky and fnd some coconuts. The water hits me again, my toes are all curled up from the cold water, just like they have never, ever felt it before, like they are unknown to the open world. I had forgotten about Lucas, and I look around for my cousin, who was always the straight-A student, the achiever, the best, but now his small tense body is gone, like the wind swept him away. I hear a crunch behind me and I quickly turn but not fast enough. There is Lucas, with his eyes opened huge, leaning in and whispering some- thing in my ear. I dont know what he is saying. I look down at his hand. Its cov- ered in spit and sand. He grasps a sharp pocket knife that we brought with us. It clicks in my brain that what he actually is saying is, Come here, I need to tell you something. Lucas repeats it one more time until I feel the knife sticking into my skin, a scar that will last forever, if I survive The survivors BY GRACE ECKLAND GUSTAVSON Grade 8, U-32 Middle School Los Angeles was glamorous. The foot- hills were beautiful. But the story within them was different. The people were mean, were hurt, were angry, and cynical. But there are always survivors. Some nights she spent on the side of a road near a canyon, waiting for her mother to come back for her. By the time she was 14, she had dropped out of school and was working full-time. She paid the bills. Cooked the food. Cared for her little sister, cared for her mother, even after what her mother had done. Her mother was not a bad person. She was lost. Lost and hurt and alone. She came from far away. Watched her parents die. Grew up remembering that night, the memory slowly decaying her spirit. She married young. How young, I do not know. All I know is that there was a son. A son she left behind when she came to America. The marriage that took her to America didnt work out. He left her, her soldier husband, and spent the rest of his nights drinking. Her daughters lived in fear. Of her. Their mother. The one person who was supposed to love them the most, didnt show any love for them. The oldest girl grew a shell, a shell that protected her from the mocking and the jeering from her classmates.... Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org. Stranded BY ZYMORA DAVINCI Grade 8, U-32 Middle School Our plane crashed over the Sahara Desert as we were trying to reach Egypt. We just wanted to visit the glorious temples of their culture and visit their gi- gantic pyramids; is that too much to ask? But the plane was overstocked and tumbled to the ground. We made it out pretty OK ... I had a few scratches on my cheek and forearm, but the rest of me was intact. Alayna had a bloody lip and bruises on her shins...We managed to fnd a Iew bottles of water, and a box half-full of saltine crackers. This is what we would have to live on on our journey through this golden desert... Read the complete story at youngwritersproj- ect.org. READ MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Moon YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to VERMONT BUSINESS ROUNDTABLE THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication here and in other newspapers around the state and on vpr.net. This week, we publish work in response to the prompt, Moon: Whats on the dark side of the moon? PHOTO OF THE WEEK See for yourself BY EMMA STEPHENS Grade 10, Northfeld High School What is on the dark side of the moon? Maybe nothing, but who knows? I think there are many things on the dark side of the moon, like the three-legged, four-eyed, no-armed, blue Sagrethy that likes to eat the purple-leafed, barkless tree, the Aplemthung. But you cant forget about the Saber-Toothed Shanckle, which lives in the craters and eats the Sagrethies. There are many other things that live on the dark side of the moon, but I dont have time to name them all. So youll just have to go and see for yourself whats really on the dark side of the moon.
Friends: Left to right, Tyler McKee, Nathan Cozzens and Wyatt Martin, sophomores at Rutland High School. Aliya Schneider/Grade 10, Rutland High School The real dark side BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School The dark side of the moon is a creation of man, a lie told to explain the unexplainable. There is no real dark side; it is only shade where the sun doesnt reach, like shining fngers grasping toward unanswered questions. It is the unknown. It is everything we have yet to discover. It is innocence, the shelter of shade from the harsh glare of the truth. The moon is always there, only its silvery face is covered in dark- ness, just like the explanation: the why, the how. But it is hidden by the unknown, the shade, the dark side of the moon. Mysterious place BY REBECCA VANDEN BERGH Grade 8, Main Street Middle School The dark side of the moon, oh what a mysterious place. Where goblins and monsters all frolic with glee, unbeknownst to our growing curiosity. We sit every night staring at that light so very bright, wondering how will we ever know what goes on at the dark side of the moon? Well, Im here to tell you what I have seen in my dreams; so hold on tight, for youre about to hear just what is happen- ing where our eyes have not seen. There are monsters so large you would never believe if you saw them walking here among us. But that is just what they do, never mak- ing a sound, just dancing and jumping around and around. There are people with noses as large as zucchinis and eyes like a bugs. They do what we do: just hurry along and try to look busy as they carry on. But the real secret, you know, is that when we all slumber, they are there in our dreams, trying to send us a message so large, you never could guess. Maybe Ill tell you sometime or another, but now I must go, for they are all calling, those people who live on the dark side of the moon. On the other side BY ASHIMA FILLBACH Grade 8, U-32 Middle School The darkness lies still over the moon. The stars above look reserved, their brightness muted. A place unknown to claiming footsteps. That place that we can only imagine is all its own. Legends form, isolate, expand, and get passed down from generation to generation. Is it wide and desolate, uncovered miles of expanse? Is it a completely different world where a species dwells contentedly? The mystery of the unknown land pervades the ever-curious minds. When will the fog of such mysteries be lifted? Shall we ever know? A YWP WRITER IS FEATURED ON VPR.NET EVERY WEEK! CHECK IT OUT! NEXT PROMPTS Winter Tales. Tell a narrative about winter in short, fresh de- scriptive poetry or prose. Please avoid clichs. The best will be selected for presentation by the Vermont Stage Company at its annual Winter Tales production at FlynnSpace in Burl- ington. Alternates: General writing in any genre; or Photo 3. Due Nov. 15 Photo 3 (Collage fag) Mister Blick MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Spooky YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to PHYSICIANS COMPUTER CO. THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in 19 other newspapers and on vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompt, Spooky: Write a story that makes our skin crawl! Read more great student writing at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Madison Moore/Woodstock High School NEXT PROMPTS Thanks. What are you most grateful for? Tell a story about how you gained appreciation for this thing or opportunity or person. Alternate: Unique. Whats something unique or special that you can do? Tell us how you do it. Due Nov. 8 CELEBRATION OF WRITING MONTPELIER, NOV. 9 Join Young Writers Project on Satur- day, Nov. 9 as we celebrate the writers and photographers published in our new Anthology 5! All ages are invited to sign up now for a full day of free workshops, a keynote address by National Book Award author M.T. Anderson, readings by Millennial Writers on Stage and a special reception at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier. Register at young- writersproject.org/celebration2013. The lake BY EMMA STEPHENS Grade 10, Northfeld High School The little lights still bobbed around and the quiet voice had not gone away. It called to her, begging her to join them. She kept telling herself that it was only because she was so tired and hungry, but when the ghastly white hand reached out of the water towards her she could no longer deny it; this place was haunted. As quickly as her feet could carry her, she ran away from the lake and toward what she hoped was the end of the forest. Still those lights followed her and seemed to grow bigger until they took the shape of half-formed wolves. One leapt, bit her on the ankle, and started to drag her back. The girls whole leg went numb except a dreadful cold feeling, like ice in her veins. She broke free and took off again, but tripped. This time she did not have the strength to fght oII the wolves and only screamed as she was dragged towards the lake. The wolves bounced crazily around her and she noticed a chant was starting from the fgures in the lake. 'New fesh to make us whole. New blood to quench our thirst. New thoughts to ease the ache. A new one to add to the collection. The wolf that was dragging her stepped into the lake. Once her foot touched the icy waters more hands shot out and latched around her. She did not fght them because the cold had paralyzed her and she was quickly pulled under the smooth surface of the lake. She expelled the last of the air in her lungs and accepted her fate. Above the water, everything returned to normal as if the lake waited for its next victim. Halloween memory BY GABRIELLE CICIO Grade 9, Northfeld High School Walking in the pitch black, only streetlights illuminating the night, doors being closed to the children, hoping for candy, taking pride in their costumes, we freeze at a house that Im pretty sure was green. We hear what appears to be a gunshot. Is that what it was? Then comes a females voice. She screams in terror. Next comes a mans voice. Get off of her! Dont touch her! Stop!... Horrifed, terrifed, in utter shock and fear, we run as fast as we can, as far as we can. Who is it? What are they doing? A memory that will haunt us forever... Walkers in the woods BY HEATHER PETERSON Grade 9, Chelsea Public School Deep in the forest under silver dew we lie here waiting for walkers like you. Well sing you the song as long as you like; well sing you to sleep on this dark, dark night. Youll stumble into our lovely clearing and as you stand up, whats that youre hearing? Were singing a song to lull you to rest. Please dont be frightened; were doing our best. Here in our clearing, in our forest deep, come and stay with us; together well sleep. But when a walker comes strolling along, well wake up again and sing them a song. Were walkers like you who were sung to sleep. So come and join us in our rest so deep... Read the complete poem and story at youngwritersproject.org/node/84937 MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Mona Lisa YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to FAIRPOINT COMMUNICATIONS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in newspapers around the state and on vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompt, Mona Lisa: Imagine you are the subject of a famous painting. What is your story? Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Elizah French/Spaulding High School NEXT PROMPTS Somewhere. You wake up in a strange place and dont know how you got there. Describe it. What happens? Alternates: Style. Write in the style of an author you ad- mire. Name the author; or General writing in any genre. Due Nov. 1 Thanks. What are you most grateful for? Tell a story about how you gained appreciation for this thing or opportunity or person. Al- ternate: Unique. Whats something unique or special that you do? Tell us how you do it. Due Nov. 8 CELEBRATION OF WRITING NOV. 9 MONTPELIER Join Young Writers Project on Satur- day, Nov. 9 as we celebrate the writers and photographers who are published in our new Anthology 5! All ages are invited to sign up now for a full day of free workshops, a keynote address by National Book Award author M.T. Anderson, readings by Millennial Writers on Stage and a special reception to honor the young writers and photogra- phers! Its all happening at the Vermont Col- lege of Fine Arts in Montpelier, 9:30 a.m. to 6 p.m., Saturday, Nov. 9. For more information and registration, go to youngwritersproject.org/celebra- tion2013. SIGN UP TODAY! YWP NEWS The Scream by Edvard Munch The scream BY GABRIELLE CICIO Grade 9, Northfeld High School Standing on this bridge, poised since 1893, I stand here and scream. Girl with a Pearl Earring by Johannes Vermeer Souls BY EMMA STEPHENS Grade 10, Northfeld High School Every day I have to sit stock still in this wooden chair, with my head turned in such an odd angle. The blue and tan headdress that at frst I Iound so beautiIul has become a burden, and the pearl in my ear has become heavy. People come and stare at me every day, remarking on my beauty and wonder- ing about my story. The woman who sat for this painting is long dead, but part of her soul has stayed with me. Every night, as the museum closes, I stretch the weari- ness out of my bones and step out of the painting. My fellow souls join me and we walk through the halls sharing our stories. We have all heard these stories many times, but they help us to remember what we have almost forgotten. Every morning, just before the doors open, I slip back in and start it all over again. Starry night over the Rhone BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School
Looking at the night Swirling stars are my only joy in this tower Mona Lisa BY JULIA LOEWER Grade 8, Crossett Brook Middle School The small wooden stool was cold and uncomfortable. My back ached and my eyes stung. I was afraid tears would roll down my cheeks. He painted me slowly, the same stare on his face, eyebrows furrowed as his upper lip twitched. I could imagine people staring at me, judging my appearance through some color on a wall, assuming they knew things about me from just a glance, just a painting, my whole existence exposed to the world. For some reason, it was all worth it as I sat down on that cold, hard stool, my rise to fame. BY LAUREL GRAY Grade 10, Northfeld High School The buildings below are so slowly calming down the stars intertwine THIS WEEK: Photo 1 & Mystery YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to JANE B. COOK CHARITABLE TRUSTS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire. With the help of a team of students, we select the best for publication each week. This week, we publish work in response to the prompts, Photo 1; and Mystery: Write the opening to a mystery story. Read more at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO PROMPT 1 Photo 1 (Sleepy Hollow, South Pomfret, VT) crgimages CELEBRATION OF WRITING Join Young Writers Project on Saturday, Nov. 9 as we toast the publication of our Anthology 5 with a day of celebration and writing workshops at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier, 9:30 a.m. to 6 p.m. Keynote speaker: National Book Award winner M.T. Anderson. More information at youngwritersproject.org. The old red barn BY SERENITY NORTHRUP Grade 7, U-32 Middle School As we drove home I looked back at the old farm and the big red barn one last time. I looked back and remembered all the summers spent there with my best friend Andy. Last summer Andy got the worst news a person can get. No, his girlfriend Mindy wasnt breaking up with him. And no, his grandma wasnt dying. Instead, Andy got the news that he was dying. Andy had cancer. That summer I spent every moment I could with him. We would head outside on some days, but then on other days I stayed by his bedside while he was sick from his chemotherapy. But even with all that chemo, he still died. Even though I know he died, every so often I pick up the phone to call him, just out of habit. As I look back at the barn I remember my last summer with Andy. He got so weak that he couldnt even sit up in his bed. It hurt me to see him like that. He was the best football player I have ever known, the strongest and the fastest in everything and could beat anyone in a race or arm wrestling. I would stay by his bedside trying not to cry, hoping, praying that Andy wouldnt die. I didnt know how I could go on without my best friend. Andy and I had been best friends since before preschool. He had helped when I was in trouble and I helped him. He gave me courage to ask out my, now, girlfriend. I wasnt able to comprehend how I could survive without him. As I look back at the farm I think of all the summers spent there with Andy. How we would camp out in the woods and see who got the most scared. How we would talk about who we liked and who we thought liked us. How we used to be able to get onto one horse, and would ride bareback in the felds Ior hours. How we would climb trees, build forts, catch frogs, and how some days we would just lie around all day in our pajamas. And how we can never do any of those things again because hes gone. I wasnt able to comprehend how I could survive without him, but now I am. Vermontmania BY ELIZA AMBER Grade 10, Chelsea Public School Autumn in Vermont is an amazing event. It draws people from all around, creating some sort of Vermontmania that people cant seem to get enough of. Everyone is searching for that perfect autumn day, when the air is clear and crisp and the trees are so vividly colored that you question if they are real. They are truly spectacular days, where you want to curl up and stare at the world with a cup of hot apple cider. You would think that people who live here would get used to the beauty ex- pect it to be there. But even after living here my whole life of 15 years, these days still take my breath away... Read the complete story at youngwriters- project.org/node/84566. Masquerade ball BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School She sighs and looks at the stars. She leans against a Roman column that rests against the back porch of the mansion. Her hair is piled in a golden swirl on the top of her head. She wears a heather gray corseted gown that fairs out at her hips and gracefully rests on the stone patio. A silver mask rests on her delicate nose. It is adorned with fuIIy grey Ieath- ers and silver sequins. Her dark brown eyes are coated with a layer of dusty gold powder. The column is cold against her back. She shivers and looks at the party swirling around her. Dancing tuxedos swirl vivid gowns into bursts of color against a black night. A hand rests on her bare shoulder. She turns to see her husband, smiling. He grabs her hand. She responds with a grin of her own. He leads her to the sea of swirling dresses, and they dance. When they rest, he puts a hand on her belly, where their baby girl is growing. And there is noise, like thunder. And he slumps forward on top of her. And he falls. There is a smear of red on her beautiful gray dress that he bought her, right above where their baby is growing. She cradles his body and screams into the sparkling night. She sighs and looks at the clouds. She leans against his gravestone that rests against a hill of grass. Her golden hair is in tangles that hang over her face. She wears a heather gray coat that hangs at her narrow shoulders. A crying baby rests on her hip. Her dark brown eyes have purple bags, like bruises. The gravestone is cold where it digs into her shoulder. She shudders as she lets out a sob. But no comforting hand rests on her shoulder. READ MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG YWP NEWS THIS WEEK: Inspired & Mystery YWP is supported by the generosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject.org/ support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to AMY E. TARRANT FOUNDATION THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproj- ect.org and the Schools Project, an online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or contact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in other newspapers around the state. This week, we present writing for the prompt, Mystery: Write the opening to a mystery story; and Inspired: A new YWP series. More at youngwritersproject.org. Editors Note: Autumn Eastman, a senior at Champlain Valley Union High School, is one of the premiere distance runners in the state and is part of one of the most successful Vermont school running teams ever. The CVU girls cross country team has won the State Championships, won a New England Championship and had several runners in the Nationals in the last few years. Last fall, YWP asked Autumn to begin journaling about her running, to show us what it was like and explain why she does what she does so hard and so well. Autumns story sparked the idea for a special YWP project, in which young people write about what inspires them to succeed. This is an excerpt of Autumns frst piece called, Discovery, which appears in its entirety on youngwritersproject.org. We will publish additional pieces later this year, and you can follow Autumns blog at youngwritersproject.org/blog/7838. Discovery BY AUTUMN EASTMAN Grade 12, Champlain Valley Union High School Journal Entry, before a recent high school race: I wake up to that familiar feeling in my gut, a turmoil that reminds me of the challenge that I am about to face. Its race day. I didnt sleep very well last night. I tossed and turned, and when I did sleep, I dreamt about running and racing and outcomes good and bad. I get up and unfold the red, black and white uniform that represents me as a runner, my accomplishments, the teams accomplishments and the races to come. I dress in my 'luckyoutft we runners are quite a superstitious bunch which means the same socks, same sports bra, same hair ties and includes the same breakfast, same routine every race day so we can reassure ourselves that this race day will be a good race day. All of this is mental, I know, but racing is a huge mental game. And whatever helps me cope with that stress of not knowing the outcome of the race before I race, I go for it. It`s been a long time since I frst started to run, since I discovered that this is something that could drive me so. When I was really young, I remember on bright, cool, Iall days, watching my Dad tie up his mangled sneakers and head out the front door for the occasional run. INSPIRED YOUNG PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT WHAT INSPIRES THEM TO SUCCEED Autumn Eastman, a senior on Champlain Valley Union High Schools cross country team. Photo courtesy of Autumn Eastman When I turned 8, I told him I wanted to tag along with him. His face lit up. We jogged down the road a little ways and came back. My stride was three times as short as his, so I struggled to keep up. But we kept at it. I went through the same generic sports most young girls go through: ballet, soccer, horseback riding, the occasional tag and hide-and-go-seek. It wasnt until middle school that I discovered cross country running. Hayley, my best friend then, told me to do it with her. At frst, I was in the same mix as everybody else, but then I grew, seasons passed and my reasons for running changed. I was no longer running for friends, I began real- izing I was good at it. In eighth grade, when I ran with my Dad, I was no longer slowing him down, I was right with him, and I felt good doing it. And during races I started developing my own little methods for coping with the stress; every runner I passed or was with, I would either talk to or exchange a good job. I was a one-girl cheering squad roving through the woods, and, for some odd reason, each time I offered a word of encouragement to another runner, a burst of energy entered my body, and I kept furthering my strides to the next runner. And then there was this one race. As we were milling around in the open feld, we spied tables covered with trays oI cookies and other sweets prizes, we learned, for the winning runners. I de- cided. Hinesburg Community School was going to win one of those plates. I strode to the front of the pack and soon led the team and then the race. And as I sprinted toward the fnishing stretch, I began lapping a couple of the boys in the back. Crossing the fnish line, a gray- haired woman ripped the tag from my bib and sent me on my way. A short time later, at the awards ceremony, they called my name to receive a huge plate of cookies. I was overjoyed. And grabbed a couple. Arent you going to share those with your team? my Dad asked. I admit to just a twinge of reluctance, but agreed. Within moments they were gone. But the sweet taste of victory made the wheels turn in my head; I wanted more, I wanted the feeling of another win. ARE YOU INSPIRED? Write about it on youngwritersproject.org NOT A WRITER? Contact us for help sreid@youngwritersproject.org CELEBRATION OF WRITING Join YWP on Nov. 9 as we toast the publication of Anthology 5 with a day of celebration and writing workshops at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpe- lier, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Keynote speaker: National Book Award winner M.T. Ander- son. More info at youngwritersproject. org. POETRY 180 WORKSHOP Poet Reuben Jackson leads a one-hour workshop on poetry, Nov. 16, 10 a.m., at YWPs North by North Center, 12 North St., Burlington. All participants receive a copy of the anthology, Poetry 180. Email kstein@youngwritersproject.org to sign up. YWP NEWS Watched BY GABRIELLE CICIO Grade 9, Northfeld High School I walk around the corner; It is a body I see, How on Earth did it get there? Are someones eyes following me?
I pray to not become Just another onel Of the murderers victims, you see. Are someones eyes following me?
I dont see blood, But goosebumps? Yeah, I have some. Does anyone else see? Are someones eyes following me? READ MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG THIS WEEK: Place & General YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to UNITED WAY OF CHITTENDEN COUNTY THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject. org and the Schools Project, a comprehensive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or contact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best here and in newspapers around the state and on vpr.net. This week, we present responses to the prompts, Place: What is your favorite place? and General writing. Read more great writing at youngwritersproject.org. PHOTO OF THE WEEK Kevin Huang, Burlington High School Little broken car BY CASEY HOLTZ Grade 11, Rochester High School To you, its a rusty, emerald green Honda Civic with a broken door handle, a chunk taken out of the front bumper, and its way too loud for a little Honda due to a constantly broken exhaust. To me, its an escape, an Ill-be-there- in-15-minutes message, a frst date, second date, and fve-month anniversary, a night by the pond catching fsh. Its a birthday trip for ice cream packed full of friends. Its an afternoon back road drive, a warning yell and a pull of the E- break. Its a go-get-the-dog-were-going- deer-scouting and berry picking. Theres a patient smile teaching me standard and a hand on my knee singing to our favorite song. Theres a lets-get- outta-here wink and an 11 oclock curfew. Theres a boy, a girl, love, laughter, and freedom in that little broken car you see. CELEBRATION OF WRITING Every year, YWP publishes an anthology of the years best student writing and photos. On Nov. 9, we will toast the publication of Anthology 5 with a day of celebration and writing workshops at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier. 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Keynote speaker: National Book Award winner M.T. Anderson. More info at youngwritersproject.org. Magical stream BY EMMA STEPHENS Grade 10, Northfeld High School The days of my childhood were populated by fairies, mermaids, dragons, knights in shining armor, princesses and elves. I had great adventures where I always won and the bad guys perished. Every adventure took place on the banks of a stream that ran through my backyard. It was a magical place that consisted of old trees, honeysuckle bushes and all kinds oI wild fowers. There was even an old tree house that was transformed into a castle where we fought off the dragons. There was a little tunnel through some of the bushes that led to a beautiful, natural enclosure with a bed of bloodroot on the foor. The humble wooden bridge changed from a trolls bridge to the bridge from Winnie the Pooh regularly. The stream that ran through the middle of all this was always frigid and clear. During the summer it would dry up and put an end to some of our games but during the winter we had even more fun. The stream froze over every winter, creating a place to skate and turned the whole area into a frosty winter paradise. As I grew up the childhood games I played disappeared and slowly everything I loved about the stream was overgrown. I still love to go there, but the joy I felt for it in my youth has changed to sadness. Early morning wander BY LOULI ZEICHNER Grade 10, Homeschool, Northfeld I choose my way carefully among the rocks, after climbing down the dark grey, sloping cliIIside. I like to fnd the small gaps, and niches for my feet to feel just as iI they ft into. I like to Ieel as iI I`m wild as the goats on Robinson Crusoes island, as if I was born here, and know every gully on the face of the rock. Wearing my bathing suit, I feel free and its easier to climb, hugging my body close to the rock. The morning is warm, and a grey mist hangs heavy about the seashore. I look outwards, to see how far I can see. I look slowly, letting my vision travel over the surface of the water, caressing each ripple, like a familiar face. I know the seas moods, and each ripple expresses a coming storm, a light breeze, a warm day. I glimpse all the way outward, and see a bird; it fies closer, slowly, gliding on the air. It is a little gull, and it makes its cry, out upon the wind. I go down to the edge of the water, and dip my feet into its welcome comfort. It ripples about my feet, as if it knows me, and is thanking me for the visit, and telling me of all the places it has been, oI fshes deep below the sea, and golden rays of sunlight, sparkling upon the very surface. I lie back, upon the sand, and watch my little gull. It seems to enjoy fy- ing, just as I enjoy sitting with the water about my feet. It enjoys its solitude, and its Iriend-flled hours, just as I do. An early morning y I like to fy in the early morning. Up skyward with the clouds, and down near the sea and land. I can soar higher than the mist. I exercise my wings up where the air is cooler. Now when I am soaring up high, on gusts of wind, I often feel so happy and free, that I cry out in my unmeasured glee. Those who live on land, climb over cliIIs, and swim in the water, I can fy over any obstacle, and love to glide on the water. I look outward, and enjoy the picture the Iog makes, ftting into all the ups and downs, valleys and hills. As my glance wanders, I spy a type of creature making its way towards the sea. Its not hunting (though it might try to catch fsh in the ocean). I have seen this species be- fore, and know it is harmless to gulls like me, as long as we leave its food alone. This specimen is smaller than others, it walks slowly, and looks in my direction, it must see me. I cry out to it (my friendly cry). I like the way it looks, I think I`ll fy in closer, and make its acquaintance. (Louli read this piece at Millennial Writers on Stage at Burlington Book Festival, Sept. 21.) In the past BY ABBY DETRICK Grade 9, Northfeld High School It is a place full of memories of simpler times, of happy children, of little me, laughing along with my friends, before all the nonsense. It was an easy time, when we all got along and played in our fantasy world, a world of wonder, of superheroes and kingdoms. And I look back on that time and smile. When did things change? Did they ever really change at all? Or was I just too young to see it? It was a swing set with bright yellow seats and plastic-coated chains that, in the summer, got sticky and left a coating on our hands. Now the plastic is off and the seats are moldy. And I dont use it much. But when I do, I sit alone and watch the sun set and the paint peel. And I wonder where the time went. MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG MORE GREAT STUDENT WRITING AT YOUNGWRITERSPROJECT.ORG PHOTO OF THE WEEK THIS WEEK: General writing YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to GREEN MOUNTAIN COFFEE ROASTERS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject. org and the Schools Project, a comprehensive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or contact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best in this and other newspapers and on vpr.net. This week, we pres- ent responses to the prompt for General writing. Read more great student writing at youngwritersproject.org, a safe, civil online community of writers. CELEBRATION OF WRITING Every year, YWP publishes an anthology of the years best student writing and photos. On Nov. 9, we will toast the publication of Anthology 5 with a day of celebration and writing workshops at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Keynote speaker: National Book Award winner M.T. Anderson. More info at youngwritersproject.org. YWP EVENTS MILLENNIAL WRITERS (BRATTLEBORO) Join YWP at the Brattleboro Literary Festival on Saturday, Oct. 5 for the southern Vermont edition of Millennial Writers on Stage! Noon to 1 p.m. at the New England Youth Theatre, 100 Flat St., Brattleboro. Free and open to all! Hear the next generation of great writers! POETRY 180 WORKSHOP Join Poet Reuben Jackson for a one-hour workshop on poetry, Nov. 16, 10 a.m., at YWPs North by North Center, 12 North St., Burling- ton. All participants receive a copy of the anthology, Poetry 180. Ethan Powell, Essex High School NEXT PROMPTS Mona Lisa. Imagine you are the subject of a famous paint- ing or a photograph. Whats your back story and how do you see the world and the people who have come to stare at you? Include the image or tell us the painting/photo you are writing about. Alternate: Lyrics. Write song lyrics or create new lyrics to a favorite song (include a podcast!) Any genre, including rap. Due STUDENTS: Send your photos to Young Writers Project and get published! Its easy. You can submit your work online at youngwritersproject.org. Sign up for an account. Once youre approved, log in, click on Write to create a blog, and start uploading your photos. Make sure to click on Newspaper Submission and include your name, grade and school. Under the Prompts drop-down menu, choose Photo of the Week, and remember to Save. Your work will be published in newspapers around the state. Congratulations to Oliver Zeichner, of Northheld, whose poem,'Honev bee sestina,` was selected for Millennial Writers on Stage, a YWP performance at the Burlington Book Festival on Sept. 21. If vou missed this event, check JPR and RETN for upcoming broadcast dates. Honey bee sestina BY OLIVER ZEICHNER Grade 12, Vermont Tech VAST Program Two packages of bees, arrived to pollinate my garden in two mesh boxes all a hum- ming with honeybees, who thrive on fowers and bringing colorful scented pollen home in little sacs behind their feet, dangling as they fy through the air. Six pounds of bees, the air is thick with their whooshing wings, they pollinate their 'travel fower, a tin can, clinging with their feet to the bottom sending humming vibration through their temporary home as they drink sugar water from artifcial fowers. Their intended home, a meadow full of fowers. I hope theyll thrive in the clean country air and the wooden beehives Ive prepared at home for them to live in. There are trees to pol- linate as well at my house, the bees and hum- ming birds have plenty to share, though to reach the maple blossoms, they must climb many feet. In depleted felds in China, where many feet have trodden, there are no bees to take the fowers` nectar; no more do their humming wings fy in orchards, where polluted air has chased them down. Alas! People must pollinate the orchards to get fruit to sell or bring home. I went and brought my honeybees home, a long way by car, a small one on feet, back to the felds they`ll pollinate all yellow as the dandelion fowers in spring, when plum trees scent the air. Im helping save the bees, with their insect wings a humming. I shake them into the hives all humming as I lower a lid on top to protect their home and protect them from the cold spring air. I put a fence around, ffteen by ffteen feet to protect them from the bears, robbers when the goldenrod fowers add pungent smells to honey when the bees come pollinate. My humming insect friends come pol- linate! My garden home, the felds and fowers, bring back sweetness through the air, bring me honey with your feet. THIS WEEK: General writing YWP is supported by the gen- erosity of foundations, businesses and individuals who recognize the power and value of writing. If you would like to contribute, please go to youngwritersproject. org/support, or mail your donation to YWP, 12 North St., Suite 8, Burlington, VT 05401. Special thanks this week to BAY AND PAUL FOUNDATIONS THANKS FROM YWP ABOUT THE PROJECT YWP is an independent nonproft that engages students to write, helps them improve and connects them with authentic audiences. YWP runs youngwritersproject.org and the Schools Project, a comprehen- sive online classroom and training program that works with teachers to help students develop their writing and digital literacy skills. To learn more, go to ywpschools.net or con- tact YWP at (802) 324-9537. Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire and we publish the best in this and other newspapers around the state as well as on vpr. net. This week, we present responses to the prompt for General writing. Read more at youngwritersproj- ect.org. MILLENNIAL WRITERS ON STAGE Hear YWP writers present their work Saturday, Sept. 21 at the Burl- ington Book Festival at 2 p.m. at the Film House, Main Street Landing Per- forming Arts Center on the Burlington waterfront! If you cant make it, vpr. net and RETN will be recording the performance for later broadcast. Find out more at youngwritersproject.org. CELEBRATION OF WRITING Every year, YWP publishes an anthology of the years best student writing and photos. On Nov. 9, we will toast the publication of Anthology 5 with a day of celebration and writing workshops at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier. More details at youngwritersproject. org. YWP EVENTS MILLENNIAL WRITERS (BRATTLEBORO) Join YWP at the Brattleboro Literary Festival on Saturday, Oct. 5 for the southern Vermont edition of Millennial Writers on Stage! Noon to 1 p.m. at the New England Youth Theatre, 100 Flat St., Brattleboro. NEXT PROMPTS Mystery. All good short stories start with a mysterious idea that often is the opening, the beginning. Whats yours? Write your opening para- graphs to a mystery story, something that will draw the reader in. (Finish it if youd like; we may not be able to publish it all, but well highlight it on youngwritersproject.org.) Alternate: Photo 1. Due Sept. 27 Mona Lisa. Imagine you are the subject of a famous painting or a photograph. Whats your back story and how do you see the world and the people who have come to stare at you? Include the image or tell us the painting/photo you are writing about. Alternate: Lyrics. Write song lyrics or create new lyrics to a favorite song (include a podcast!) Any genre, including rap. Due Oct. 4 Photo 1 (Sleepy Hollow) crgimages Daytime drunk BY JULIA HANCOCK-SONG Grade 12, Montpelier High School He carries a brown paper bag like a cross before him a talisman a symbol worn down to tissues by a thousand wrinkles swigs from it like its holy water swaggering across the street at ten in the morning how did it get so early bomber jacket torn jeans red knuckles but he doesnt remember why see he wants to be tougher but hes going home to a girl hes not good enough for he knows this kisses her like a bottle crumples her like a paper bag he doesnt mean to he doesnt know gets dressed every morning because she thinks he works in a shop saunters out at eight AM and takes the bus across town the lies because he doesnt want to hurt her feels bad about it but what can he do so he walks the streets from 9 to 5 he does it cause he loves her oIfce districts, suburbs he barely notices barely cares a ghost following his tongue and his hands and the cool weight of glass through stiff paper some people call it drinking but its not really its survival its sustenance its life that he keeps in his brown paper bag and without it, he would die he knows this would walk out onto the pavement and curl up in a ball melt into the cracks in the sidewalk break his mothers back he thinks he sees someone hears a voice calls out for it to shut up its his own roaming in the dust see no one wants to help another New York drunk cross the street so he turns into someone who doesnt want to be helped never sober except for an hour every morning when hes just hung over when he kisses her goodbye like a human being sees a bruise asks, who did this to you before he for- gets somewhere he knows but before he can start to remember he saunters out takes a bus across town and dives back into his paper bag shouts at no one takes up too much space wanders through space and time he thinks hes moving backward he thinks hell never be better than he used to be which he isnt so he keeps on jaywalking keeps on self-sustaining keeps on looking for redemption in his brown paper bag crumpled like her back as he tracks sweat into the cracks of the pavement worn into tissue paper beaten, torn he looks inside kisses the bottle like a woman asks if she will save him forgets why he is veering he is swerving some nights she doesnt let him in locks the door and sobs he calls to her not understanding until his voice runs dry and he curls up in a ball feels himself melt into the sidewalk CONSTITUTION DAY WRITING CHALLENGE PRIZES! RECOGNITION! Schools across Vermont are being encouraged to honor Con- stitution Day, today, Sept. 17, with a special seven-minute writing exercise in response to prompts about the Constitution. Writers will then be invited to submit best work for a writing challenge with a total of $750 in cash prizes $250 for the top essay and an opportunity to read winning submissions at a public event! This challenge is presented in partnership with the American Civil Liberties Union. More details at youngwritersproject.org.