Category Archives: Young Adult Writers (15-18)
“There isn’t enough sidewalk for everyone”
Everyday, people walk on me. Some of them walk fast, some take their time, and some are just wandering. I’m a common fixture in almost every part of the world, But the people who walk on me are anything but
“There isn’t enough sidewalk for everyone”
Everyday, people walk on me. Some of them walk fast, some take their time, and some are just wandering. I’m a common fixture in almost every part of the world, But the people who walk on me are anything but
Aaron Lockman, “The PSAT is Written By Chimpanzees – If You Don’t Believe Me, Take It Yourself”
I will never pick up a pencil again. That is what I told myself today as I dutifully trudged home from the Preliminary SATs. However, I am probably wrong. I will probably pick up a pencil tomorrow, when my first-block
Aaron Lockman, “The PSAT is Written By Chimpanzees – If You Don’t Believe Me, Take It Yourself”
I will never pick up a pencil again. That is what I told myself today as I dutifully trudged home from the Preliminary SATs. However, I am probably wrong. I will probably pick up a pencil tomorrow, when my first-block
Lindsey Daggett, “I Never Saw Anybody”
I never saw anybody give change to a homeless man. I never saw anybody dance around in the streets, Hoping somebody would join in. I once thought I saw a dog eating a cat. Who would make up such a
Lindsey Daggett, “I Never Saw Anybody”
I never saw anybody give change to a homeless man. I never saw anybody dance around in the streets, Hoping somebody would join in. I once thought I saw a dog eating a cat. Who would make up such a
Tyler Provencher, “The Mind Was Warm and The Heart Was Cold”
The mind was warm and the heart was cold. The house creaked while the wind blew strong, As the heart and the mind battled with right and wrong. The mind was warm with the heat of logic. The heart was
Tyler Provencher, “The Mind Was Warm and The Heart Was Cold”
The mind was warm and the heart was cold. The house creaked while the wind blew strong, As the heart and the mind battled with right and wrong. The mind was warm with the heat of logic. The heart was
Eleanor Dow, When HE Dances
Picture this: a four-year-old boy is at L.L. Bean, picking out a fleece. He runs toward the rack of pink ones and says, “This is the one I want!” At home, he dresses up in his sister’s ballet leotards and
Eleanor Dow, When HE Dances
Picture this: a four-year-old boy is at L.L. Bean, picking out a fleece. He runs toward the rack of pink ones and says, “This is the one I want!” At home, he dresses up in his sister’s ballet leotards and
Alena Kiel, Verb: To Write
I’m not a writer. I don’t have time to always have my nose in a book. I don’t spend my nights contemplating ways to save the world. I’m not alcoholic, I’m underage. I’m not depressed, I have too much to
Alena Kiel, Verb: To Write
I’m not a writer. I don’t have time to always have my nose in a book. I don’t spend my nights contemplating ways to save the world. I’m not alcoholic, I’m underage. I’m not depressed, I have too much to
A Hummingbird’s Song, Danielle Elizabeth Torres
Delicate wings of feather they’re made like petals of a flower intertwined amongst one another the placement of perfection Who could have known that those wings of fragility could carry the bird to lofty heights Weíre thankful for those wings
A Hummingbird’s Song, Danielle Elizabeth Torres
Delicate wings of feather they’re made like petals of a flower intertwined amongst one another the placement of perfection Who could have known that those wings of fragility could carry the bird to lofty heights Weíre thankful for those wings
Revival, Danielle Elizabeth Torres
In desperate search for the truth time is running out sprinting fast away from everything she knows leap across the ocean jog over the mountain’s highest peak soar above the treetops faster faster the calmness is so thick the silence
Revival, Danielle Elizabeth Torres
In desperate search for the truth time is running out sprinting fast away from everything she knows leap across the ocean jog over the mountain’s highest peak soar above the treetops faster faster the calmness is so thick the silence
My True Love, Daniella Kabongo
As the beats from my stereo system bump, the soul that’s inside of me begins to jump. When the music plays I move to a spiritual place, and my lips begin to move at a lyrical pace. I start communicating
My True Love, Daniella Kabongo
As the beats from my stereo system bump, the soul that’s inside of me begins to jump. When the music plays I move to a spiritual place, and my lips begin to move at a lyrical pace. I start communicating
The Valentine Man, Nikola Champlin
Peace is a whisper. When I was very young, I accepted. I accepted the summer casino, the white folks’ cars, and the rainbow beach umbrellas littering the sand. I accepted the liquor store as the center of town, and its
The Valentine Man, Nikola Champlin
Peace is a whisper. When I was very young, I accepted. I accepted the summer casino, the white folks’ cars, and the rainbow beach umbrellas littering the sand. I accepted the liquor store as the center of town, and its
