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!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Chapter Spotlight: 826 Boston
For the next few months, we'll be spotlighting the different 826 chapters and the amazing students participating in creative writing projects at each of our centers.
We now turn our attention to our Bigfoot-inspired bards of Beantown, the authors at 826 Boston. They’ve documented, for your awe and delight, such curiosities as the quotidian habits of robots, details of the latest reptilian-necklace fad, and an invasion of alien Red Sox fans. Check out their findings (and much more) below…
* * *WAITING
by Chnia Williams
I can’t tell you how long I’ve been here. Freezing winters and flaming summers go by. Kids walk by every day I see them grow from miniature to large. Couples and families move in and out of the neighborhood. I have seen comets pass by and stars flickering, I have even seen an eclipse. I have spiders indented in my skin and vines all over me. I’ve become nature. Read the entire piece...
* * *FOLLOW MY LEAD
by George Ruffin
As I lead with pride and tears drift from my eyes I shout we are a family - we are a team that can’t be broken in between here and there - we stand today with our lives on the line to make changes not just for us but also for other folks down the line - we came too far to be looking back - hold your shoulders high and grip your straps... Read the entire piece...
* * *ROBOTS (LATE AUTOMOTONOZOID ERA)
by Cole Cartwright
The robot’s name is Rex. He smashes cities and people. He eats cars. Police are scared of him so they go home. Rex is so giant and handsome. He even has a girlfriend. Her name is Mary. She is a robot too. Read the entire story...
* * *FIRST GRADE: EVERYTHING IS GOOD BY THE BAE
by Ellie Nguyen
Today was the first day of the first grade: the first day to set a foundation for the rest of my life. I merrily skipped through the little classroom door that read, “Welcome to the Paul A. Dever Elementary School! Mrs. Bae, Grade 1”, which, at the time, I thought just said, “enter.”
I was like the sun and had a gravitational pull on people, like planets. I ran my mouth as if I had shoes for teeth. People just always seemed to be interested by what I had to say. But when the teacher told me to stand in front and introduce myself, I froze. Read the entire piece...
* * *ELEVENTH GRADE: EMPTY
by Kylie Perry
I skipped school more than I attended. I stayed back in eleventh grade. My family didn’t care because my two older brothers had dropped out. I went back anyway. It was easy in a way, because I wanted it for myself. It was also hard because I didn’t have to. Does that make sense? Read the entire piece...
* * *SECOND GRADE: TELL HER ABOUT THE BIRDS
by Philip Bautista
This year was going to be different. I could feel it as I walked into my new school. I made a lot of friends that year, but there was one special girl that gave me butterflies. Just seeing her smile would turn those butterflies into a flock of birds. I liked feeling the birds in my stomach. Read the entire piece...
* * *THE FUEL-EFFICIENT ALIEN RED SOX FANS
by Zamir Primus
On Friday the 13th, 2012, a space ship landed in New York and destroyed everything the Yankees owned! Mwahahahaha…
“It’s ugly!” someone cried.
“But it’s a hybrid!”
“How do you know that?”
“It’s shooting flowers!”
Read the entire story...
* * *NEW WORDS FROM THE AMERICAN HERITAGE WIKTIONARY
by Kendra Abbott and Samsam Ismail
fourifty /fȯr-'if-tē/ noun: a car with forty seats and fifty tires for an awesome bumpy ride. It only has two doors.
Example: “When you want some fun (and you’re fifteen and older) come on a ride in the fourifty!”
quantse-quipitalfobya /kwɒn-tsi 'kwi-p-ˌtal fo-byə/ noun: the color of the sun: brown, red, pink, and blue all mixed together.
Example: “Quantse-quipitalfobya is a word that you could spell.”
Read the entire list...