— An update from our twenty-fifth Writing Workshop! A summary of the workshop held on Saturday October 17, plus some of the output published below This week’s class focused on writing...
— Covid-19 in China: Layered Papercut Art Alina Ji, 13 At the start of the pandemic, Alina Ji spent two months almost entirely within the confines of her apartment. During this...
— The Blue Wings, a realistic-fiction novel by Jef Aerts, centers around a boy named Josh and his older brother Jadran. Jadran has a cognitive condition that presents itself in the...
— Together Ethan Van, 10 Talking together. Chatting together. Homework together. Playing together. Running together. Left school. Can’t go outside. Talking no more. Chatting no more. Homework no more. Playing no...
— Write a story set in medieval times.
— Midnightcreptacrossthebrickwall.Watching.Waiting.Notknowingwhatwas comingherway.Shekeptherearsperked,hereyespeeled,herfootstepsassilentasa whisper.Why,shedidn’tknow.Allsheknewwasthatshefeltthatsomethingwasn’t right.Wonderingifshehadbeenmistaken,sheturnedbacktothesafetyofherloving houseandleapeddown,startingthejourneythroughthetallgrasstotheoldVictorian that served as her home. BeforeMidnighthadgottenfarhowever,sheturnedback.Shewasneverwrong aboutthesesortsofthings.Maybewhoeverwascomingwasjusttryingtothrowher off-guard.Well,itwouldn’twork.TherewasnowaythatMidnightwouldletsomeone outsmart her. Narrowinghereyesasshegotherselfallthewaybackupontothewornbricks, shesurveyedthesceneinfrontofherforanyonewhomightbetheintruder.Inthe mostlyemptyfield,thelong,wheat-coloredgrasswavingwiththefaintestbreezeinthe stillnighttimeair,nothingseemedoutofplaceorotherwiseamiss.ButMidnightknew thatsomethingwasgoingtohappen,shejustknewit.Shehadn’teverbeenwrong before, and she certainly wasn’t going to start now. MinutesturnedintohoursasMidnightsatonthewall,whiskerstwitching,eyes...
— Session 5 October 17th Nature Writing The Plum Tree by Lena Aloise He was happiest early in the daytime, when the sky was painted over crimson and violet, when the...
— The child glided through long waving grasses, grasses that flickered and danced like fire in the setting sun. A small breeze was pushing its way through the air, just a...
— The Bell It rings for a long time It dings The sound of it Makes me feel happy The essence made out of metal Touches my heart with joy Even...
— The squirrels jumped from branch to branch, chasing each other around the tree and landing on each branch like acrobats or gymnasts with such grace. Birds sang from high up...