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This site is open for students in Vermont and N.H. to post writing ONLY on Feb. 9, 2010 as part of an initiative by Young Writers Project, a Vermont nonprofit, to promote the importance -- and fun -- of writing.
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1. Click "Create a Story"
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If you want Young Writers Project to consider publishing this work in one of our partner newspapers you must put your Firstname, Last Initial, Grade Level and School on your post.
As always, we expect you to be civil and respectful of others when posting here.
The Vermont Writes Day prompt ideas (or write about anything!):
- Purple. Put this phrase in a story, poem or essay: "I've never seen such a beautiful, deep shade of purple ..."
- Afghanistan. Write about what comes to mind when you hear that word.
- Surprise. Write a story that starts with this line: "I had the surprise of my life when I opened the door and saw . . . "
Students may also submit their best work created on this day (or anytime!) to youngwritersproject.org for potential publication on one of six daily and soon five weeky newspapers in Vermont and N.H.
Thanks for participating!
-- Geoffrey Gevalt, YWP Director
color purple
Submitted by Guest Writer on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 15:51purple is here
purple is now
purple is everywhere
And you can do every thing with purple stacie
A Journey To New Land: The diary of Constanta Hopkins
Submitted by Guest Writer on Fri, 02/12/2010 - 16:00
By Kristin B a.k.a kebgirl10
Afghanistan... what comes to mind.
Submitted by Guest Writer on Fri, 02/12/2010 - 11:45War
Hatred
Wrong doing
A changeable place
Terrorists
Tears
Blood
Pain
A world of black.
Thats why we're going in
To help
To save
To protect
To be the good guys
To help this suffering country. But we have to fight it, and sadly, it has to get worse before it gets better.
Katie M Rick Marcotte Cenral School 5th grade
With or Without Her
Submitted by Guest Writer on Thu, 02/11/2010 - 20:03Lavender walls surrounded the classroom,
A calm settling around us.
Who would be the first to speak?
What would SHE say?
First days of school are so full of trepidation.
It could be a great year or it could stink.
My every move would make the difference.
I vowed to start on the right foot -
With her or without her.
She smiled and said she was so glad we were in her class...
I have never seen such a deep shade of purple!
Hi
Submitted by Guest Writer on Thu, 02/11/2010 - 14:20What does hi mean? It is the start of Hill. But what does this really mean? Does it stand for Hello Isabella? Or what about Hurricane and Ice? I guess no one will EVER know. Goodbye. adios . I am now done writing this story. right nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...........
Suprise in a can
Submitted by Guest Writer on Thu, 02/11/2010 - 12:00Has this ever happened to you?
"I forgot my friends suprise birthday party!"
"I forgot my dogs suprise birthday party!"
"I forgot my birthday party!"
Well now it doesn't have to happen because we have this great new product called "suprise" in a can! "Really?" "Yes!"
Hiding behind the couch would suprise someone oh so boringly, but with "suprise" in a can, you can suprise them with a funny sound. "phhht," "eyeew did you fart?" "No" "haha" "I denied it!" "Who ever denied it complied it!" "Waaaaa! I don't have a good come back" runs out door "This is the worst suprise birthday party ever!"
"Think she liked it?" "Yup."
Purple
Submitted by Guest Writer on Thu, 02/11/2010 - 01:12Certain days, I fancy myself purple
To an extent, Nature's exception to the rule
A spectrum of green blue and brown
crowned by a gray wood suburban ilk town
So I'll uproot your rotting bones
And take your place
I'll hide inside a reticent pulse
From your aged and imperfect face
Or maybe it could wither as well
until the imperfections are unhollow anthills
For an infant to corrupt
But a single leaf of grass
Growing from ours is enough
That we may nourish a pumping vein
Yet without the grand exchange
Till it's roots extirpate for change
Our mixture cannot remain
Unchanged, In the fat of the woods
So my roots dangle from my trunk
As the ancient proverb rings clear
And I know I'm no purple
school to summer
Submitted by Guest Writer on Wed, 02/10/2010 - 16:09It was a nice summer day at Grant Ranch school the school was silent taking csap when finally the bell rang time for lunch all the kids rushed out side ecsept for me Emilie and my friend Claire we slowly walked to the door me and claire where best friends it was summer Emilies and claires favorite season was summer Emilie used to go to the pool togther.It was summer 1 hour till we where out of school Emilie and where walking home togther because it was only a half day and Emilie was going to ask her mom if Claire could have a sleep overmon.thro sun. then go swimming on sunday my mom said yes if its ok with claires parents my dad wasnt home and my sister was spending the knight at her freinds house so my mom let me have claire over that night me and my freind claire went caping in my back yard we had a tone of fun and.
the search for the manly gold pudding cup
Submitted by Guest Writer on Wed, 02/10/2010 - 16:08I was looking for the pudding of hope, it could make the world awesome, or make the world fall.I was fighting for piece,the villan total destruction. the villan caught me, in my local hannaford's isle 5. he took me to his evil layer, it was his mom's cellar. I told him "i'll find it first." When he was going to talk his mother yelled,"shane get the clothe's out of the dryer!" In an irratated voice he said "i'm going to mom" he slaped himself in the face.
He went to the dryer. Now was my chance I crept to the door opened it and ran, across the lawn. the hunt was on.
this is a portion of my piece.
bob the monky
Submitted by Guest Writer on Wed, 02/10/2010 - 16:07Once there was a monky named bob . She was a fun monky when she made her jokes evrybody laughed . She wen`t to school and had a teacher who wass so mean his name was Mr.cookies no one liked him he always made bob feel like the bad guy he was always on her back and one day she got so mad she left the room and Mr.cookies laughed and it made her feel even wors because the reson why she left was because he was always picking on her and he made her feel band that she had a difrent nose.
afghanistaned
Submitted by Guest Writer on Wed, 02/10/2010 - 15:35Ammo
fighting
get killed
honor
anger
nasty
smooth
tanks
ancestors killed
never last
LORENZO GARNER AGE 10
- GRADE 5
the birthday surprise
Submitted by Guest Writer on Wed, 02/10/2010 - 15:32One day I was taking a walk in the park with my cousins Katelyn and Stephanie and noticed my mom and aunt were setting up tables. We asked why are you setting up a bunch of tables and all of a sudden a bunch of people came with a bunch of balloons and then I finally realized that it was a party for me. I got all excited I jumped up and down and I got to invite 3 friends their names are Summer,Arielle, and Elizabeth. I got an american girl doll. and 15 dollars in my birthday cards.
by,Mckenna morris
fairfield center school

