This is what we are all about! We are so very happy to share with you some of the best student writing from workshops, field trips, and tutoring sessions at 826 centers across the country. We also accept submissions by any students age 6-18. All writing can be emailed to submissions [at] 826national.org for consideration. Read on and enjoy!
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Chapter Spotlight: 826michigan
Every few months we spotlight a different 826 chapter and the amazing students participating in creative writing projects in that city. We now turn our attention to the robot-inspired writers of Ann Arbor and Ypsilanti, the authors at 826michigan. Read on for tales of extraterrestrials in your home, an irresponsible monkey named Love-Big, and predictions of life in the year 2024…
THE ALIEN IN THE ATTIC
by Zachary Smith
When I woke up I heard a rat-a-tat-tat. I went straight down the hallway and turned right and opened the attic door. I saw a green alien. The alien had eight eyes and four arms. He could make things in one minute. I grabbed him. Read what happens next...
THE SLEEPING MONKEY
by Mayson Kissella
One day, Love-Lion was sleeping in the middle of the nighttime. Love-Big was reading, playing on the computer, and eating candy. He got wild! He didn’t want to fall asleep, and the next day he had to go to work, and he fell asleep because he ate candy. He read a book. He swam all night. He wanted to yell but he couldn’t be mean. He should have listened. Click here for the moral of the story...
DID I NOT MEASURE UP?
by Jasmine Phillips
Every night as a child, I laid there and cried. Hoping and wishing my father would come back.
Before he left he said to me, “Jasmine, baby girl, I’m not leaving you, I’m leaving your mom, it just didn’t work out between us, but I will always love you.” At that moment I felt even worse, because I couldn’t imagine what my mom was going through.
After he walked out the door, it just felt like my heart sank, and I immediately ran to my mom. As I walked into her room I saw her teary eyes, and she looked at me as if she was ashamed for me to see her cry. Read the entire piece...
by Sam Bozzo
In the year 2020, I will be twenty-five. I will be single with no kids; that’s a sure thing. I will be working for the electric company and getting paid big money. I think that I would want to move out of the U.S.A., but I can’t leave my family. I think there will be plenty of wars that will come to the U.S. because we fight over everything. That’s my life in 2020. But it will be worse than it is now because we like to fight over oil. Why not fight over kitty litter? Read the entire piece...
An excerpt from WHAT TO CALL THE PLACE I CALL HOME
by Renee Singleton
When I was three or four, something happened to me. I was in a car with my grandma and dad. My grandma was playing footies with me with her hands. All of the sudden, a big old semi-truck blew past the red light. If my grandma hadn't played footies with me, we would have been in a really bad crash or dead. Read more...