my town
Summer Writing
Submitted by ggevalt on July 2, 2008 - 12:07.YWP participants,
The Summer of Writing has begun.... Thanks for all your participation. Hope the summer is going well for you. -- gg (and thanks for your best wishes; I AM all healthy now!)
PROSE WEEK 2 ... A week in which all you write are stories and essays and vignettes and anecdotes and podcasts ONLY IN PROSE. No poetry. No free verse. Full sentences. And paragraphs. Create a blog entry and use KEYWORD: prose week WONDERFUL WRITING CAME IN. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTINUE SUBMITTING PROSE -- Narrative fiction and non-fiction, essays, etc...
AUGUST 4 to....AUGUST 10
PODCAST DAY 3 .... We wanted a rush and got a trickle... Thursday was our first Podcast Day, but we want to keep trying. Let's shoot for THURSDAY August 7 for Podcast Day 3. Record sound. Record conversations in your town. Interview folks. Tell us a story. Record a piece of writing. Launch into an essay on any subject -- convince us you are right! Have fun. And you CAN do it if you don't have equipment! CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFO. NEW: You can create a podcast TWO WAYS: as a blog entry, just upload the podcast file or, under create content, create a podcast. Either way, use KEYWORD: podcasts
DATE: August 7 (Begin earlier if you want.)
MY STORY ... Pick a memorable moment from your life. Something that happened, something you did, something you witnessed. Tell a story about it that will tell us about you. 400 WORDS. NO REAL NAMES PLEASE. Try to focus on something very specific, give us detail. Create a blog entry and use KEYWORD: my story
DUE: Aug. 10
ONE SENTENCE ... Tell a story in one sentence. Only one. (For some ideas, take a look at the keyword link. Or go to onesentence.org) Create a blog entry and use KEYWORD: one sentence
ONGOING
MY TOWN ... Write about your town or city. Tell us one story or one anecdote that reveals something about your community -- why you like it (or don't), what it stands for, what it's known for. You can tell a historical story. You can base it on an interview. YOU CAN DO A PODCAST in which you capture the sounds and voices of your community to complement your writing. Create a blog entry and use KEYWORD: my town
DUE: AUGUST 10
NOTES: YWP is a nonprofit, meaning we are always looking for money. Click "Support" above if you want to find out more about how you, your family or friends can help support this project.
cheers
gg
My Town
Submitted by NonSequitur on July 29, 2008 - 19:30.I live at the climax of a high, dramatic hill, which from an aerial perspective appears a soft, well-sketched nimbus. From the narrow trails above, the road sweeps itself, swathelike, down a rickety slope, through the slim channel between forest and forest. My home and its surrounding grounds are nearly eclipsed by the jagged majesty of the trees beyond; such confidentiality is a luxury I know few can manage.
Vehicles are sparse and bantam along this aimless stretch. Since I was the youngest of children, a sturdy girl cloaked in bangles and sullen ebonies (a passing fad which became my passion), I could walk with confidence upon the road’s center line, bereft of fear or angst. A comfortable ratio of one car per three to four hours is enjoyed.
Incarceration
Submitted by Katy on July 14, 2008 - 19:27.Incarceration
By Katy Turner
Bellows Free Academy, St. Albans, Grade 10
It’s not that I hate my town. Or my state. I actually don’t. But I’ve been halfway across the world and back, seen places and things that I’m still trying to take in, and guess what? I’m restless. It’s true. I want a city, more than anything really. But it’s so easy to want something.
TEST
Submitted by Special on July 13, 2008 - 13:03.this is definitely a work in progress, it's pretty rough for now though.
When we drove down the straightening road, past the big houses and the small ones, all of which had big pools in the back, I caught a glimpse of patchy red between estates. I felt my heart beat speed up, and a smile erupt on my face as the blood began coursing through my veins. When we pulled into the parking lot i stepped out of the car, my feet crunching on the stiff gravel and my excited lungs inhaling the quickly cooling air as i rushed to join my brothers in red.
Our great leader stood before us, his voice resounded over the masses, forceful and clear. I leaned forward, watching as he waved his hands to emphasize his words. This isn't about winning anymore, he said, if you all give it everything you've got, by this time it should show. Remember, we're in the water in five.
