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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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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

 

purple is here

purple is now

purple is everywhere

And you can do every thing with purple stacie

The Midget Yoshi

 

A Journey To New Land: The diary of Constanta Hopkins

 

 

By Kristin B a.k.a kebgirl10

Afghanistan... what comes to mind.

War

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

Lavender 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

What 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

     Has 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

Certain 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

It 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

I 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

Once 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

Ammo

fighting

get killed

honor

anger

nasty

 

smooth

tanks

ancestors killed

never last

 

 

      LORENZO GARNER AGE 10

  •        GRADE 5

the birthday surprise

  One 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

Ode to purple

This is my ode to purple
 
 
                                     Oh purple you are my favorite color
                                     
                                      Oh purple you are so nice
 
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