This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Taylor and someone else Margaret sat in her living room, sobbing. She couldn't believe what had happened. She had been sobbing for days actually. Ever since she didn't get one-hundred likes on her newest picture she posted "on the gram" (Instagram). She had only gotten ninety likes. Everyone at school would know, now that Jane is more popular than Margaret. After all, Jane had gotten one-hundred and one likes. Margaret couldn't this. She felt outraged at Jane. "She's uglier than me!" she thought. She decided she would leave the country and change her name, it was the only option. Margaret was never seen again.
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This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Tadhg and Sean Simple Farmers "I love farming," the simple farmer said while watering the plants. There was one time when a woman was running from a masked figure. She asked for help and I said, "Ma'am we're just simple farmers." And then she said "Just HELP," then, the farmer got angry he said "OK I'LL HELP" then he threw her into the hole he dug and covered her up."I'm just a shample farmer" and then he saw the masked guy and said "I took care of it." This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Michael and someone else Hello, my name is Jake I'm going to tell you my story. When I was five my mom left. My dad started to drink so my older brother became more a father figure to me. He inspired my to be great. He died in a car crash 15 years ago, I'm now 21 and on my way to live on Mars for three years. It has been my dream since I was little. We're going to land on Mars tomorrow. (Next day) I'm on Mars. The ship is shaking and it's storm. We're going to try to make it to the home pods. When we get out one of the home pods. When we get out one of the home pods broke and came and impaled my belly. I couldn't breathe and my life was over. This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Purple Squirrel and Alyssa On the far galaxy of _____ was a planet called Nacho and on that planet lived aliens and they were called bobs, one of the bobs were named Pop Cornia. Pop was a lonely bob, she had no friends. One day on Nacho, aliens from a distant galaxy came to Nacho. "Hahaha," "I'm so funny" [Alyssa drew emojis at that point, so I attempted to find matching ones.] 😂😐 "I'm AMAZING," runs around the room like a crazy two-year-old. This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Adam and Tadhg Once there was a chicken who lived on a farm. With a simple farmer the chicken was a very happy chicken and so was the simple farmer it was always sunny and the everybody on the farm was happy because there would be grand feasts and all the people in the farm was very very happy. This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. by Meredith and Caleb 11/2/3022. That's my number. Everybody has a date tattooed on the inside of their left wrist. Nobody really knows why or how this happens, but it does. The numbers show what day the person will die on. They might die of old age, in a car crash, murder. It doesn't matter. The numbers have never been wrong; everyone has always died on "their day." That is, until now. I was supposed to die yesterday. And then *poof*. I felt cold...I heard noises. I could not see anything. It felt like I was there for hours...but then I saw a light and I thought to myself... "Wait am I dead or not?" These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." by Lynn I watch the man as he nervously backs out of the parking lot. He looks back at the building, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looks at the woman in the back seat. She trembles, turning away from him. Red and blue lights appear in my vision. He becomes frightened, and repeatedly checks behind him. The lights become closer, driving more reckless. Finally, the light vanish from behind, to reappear from the front. Our adventure ended just as quick as it began, fast as a bullet. These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." My person took me every with her. I saw many different places and many different people. She would look at before she would take a picture. She would pass me along, to all her friends. These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." She looked into me every day, with eyes of happiness. In a room filled with pictures, she would look at all of them before she would look into me. She didn't look long, just a couple of seconds then she would walk off. These written pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror." by Jailyn My owner packs me in her bag that she has in the car as her and her best friend go to the beach with the owners Mom and grandma. She puts them on her on the car ride and they do a photoshoot. They soon after get there and they view and beach house looks like a million dollars. |
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