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In our never-ending effort to get you to write far more and far better than you ever imagined, YWP is excited to announce its first ever Storyboard Challenge. The challenge is simple: Create as many 500-character or less stories and/or 500-character extensions to others' stories and/or comments upon others' 500-character stories on the Storyboard page and get as many NEW people to join this site and participate.
DETAILS? Go to Storyboard (click link or click menu tab above), create a 500-character story and/or extend the stories of others by clicking comment under their entry AND see how many other people you know to join this site and participate in Storyboard.
REWARD? A spanking-new copy of The Chronicles of Harris Burdock -- 14 famous authors' stories stimulated by Chris Van Allsburg drawings. AND a Nutty Steph or Lake Champlain Chocolate bar of your choice.
CRITERIA? The elusive and secret youth/mentor/YWP staff judges will look at 1) Quantity of entries (we love volume sometimes!); 2) Quality of entries (aw shucks!); 3) Quantity and Quality of extensions (click comment) to others' stories or comments (click comment) to others' stories on the Storyboard page; AND FINALLY 4) The Number of New People you beg, bribe, convince to sign up and participate on this site. (New entry in account creation form: "Referred to this site by ..." tell them to use your username.)
TIMEFRAME? Two weeks+ from now, to wit: 2:22 p.m. MONDAY, Feb. 2.
ARE YOU UP TO IT?
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For as long as either of our organizations have been in existence, YWP has supported and encouraged high school students to attend the Champlain College Young Writers Conference held on Memorial Day weekend (usually) at Champlain College in Burlington. Led by Jim Ellefson, CC's poet-in-residence, the three-day overnight conference (May 29-31) is inspiring, fun, challenging, collegial. You will make friends, improve your writing, take creative risks. There is a cost -- $10 for the application and $365 for the weekend -- but we nonetheless endorse this program. And I'm sure that those of you have attended, will leave some comments below.
THE DEADLINE TO APPLY approaches quickly: Feb. 17. Here's the link: http://www.champlain.
For more info: Lesley Wright | Co-Director | (802) 865-8456 | email@example.com
Click Read More, to read the detailed invite from Jim Ellefson.
"I can't stress enough the importance of communicating with the other writers." -Zo-chan (Check the interview on page 21.)
If you are in the mag, CONGRATS. If not, keep on writing for the next issue! Coming in February!
Young Writers Project wants YOU to work with our creative team this summer!
Join us for an 8-week YWP Fellowship at our Burlington headquarters and help us:
. Test the redesign of youngwritersproject.org
. Brainstorm the best prompts list YWP has ever seen
. Work on the team preparing Anthology 7
. Interview writers, young and older, for YWP videos
. Introduce new features for The Voice
. Mentor other writers
. Pitch in with fun office tasks like data entry
Deadline for applications: Friday, Jan. 30
a man once said to me
"wearing those shorts
is like putting steak in front of a dog
and telling the dog
that he can't have it."
he was trying to ignore the problem that he
but, in fact,
he only illustrated it.
because, actually, the metaphor is quite
we think of men like untrained dogs.
I woke up. I had no idea where I was. I could have sworn I went to sleep in my own bed. Last Night I had some odd dreams about slavery and Harriet Tubman, but we were learning about her yesterday in history. It felt like I had slept on concrete. When I looked down, I discovered how close that had been to being true. I had been sleeping on frozen ground. I discovered something else from looking down, though.
designer heels sink into concrete quicksand
blinking tops of skyscrapers become our lighthouse
the waves of dreams and love almost drown us
but the men with gelled hair and epensive suits
hiding bottles of antidepressants and other younger
behind their backs
have made us perfect boats
The shadow moved with the setting sun.
And a pale hand held a gun.
Soft colors were in the sky as the light knelt down.
Seeing him walking around and around.
Cloaked are the stars as they start to cut through.
Two arms in the air as the pistol blew.
The moon moves forward and the sun is lost.
The death of a boy comes at a great cost.
A darkness whispers in between the shades of dusk.
A shadow has formed into a silhouette.
Gasping for air and reaching out,
i still feel your pain
pulsing inside me-
it has grown a life
of it's own, it wraps
itself around my
bones and controls
my every move.
i was safe with you.
i was the innocence you
saw and craved and
devoured. your fingertips
left frostbite on my
skin and with every
touch you became more
empowered and soon i
and everything went numb, and
everything went cold
I was loath to have this growth removed
As it showed such style
But with both a scalpel and an oath unmoved,
They convinced me of its guile
Anathema to grace it was
Now it lies there, cut away
But pretty is as pretty does
Though it feels so bleak and gray
She didn't want to think about
nothing. Filled her room with $5
roadside furniture, her desk with cutouts
of old maps, her mouth
with nutritional nothings. Sat outside
on the front stoop, hollering
to pedestrians. Fed the stray dogs
and cats. Made sure
her house was filled with people, made sure
her ears were filled
with people, her eyes with people, her
scrapbooks with people.
She liked people.
She wrote a novel once but it was all
dialogue - no setting or