The Summer 2018 Creative Writing Workshops for Teens produced some incredible writing. Here is just a sampling of what happens in a week of creative writing.
MARS by Miles
They say it’s permanent, the trip to Mars. That once you go you can’t come back, but what if you make enough money to pay someone to bring you back? Are there customs to enter Earth now?
RAGE by Ian
I come in all shapes
and sizes; I am
different for everyone.
I consume everything and
anything, but it all tastes bad.
all I ever hear is the
woosh of blood, all I
see is red. Nothing can
hurt me and only one thing
can stop me. People
cower before me on
my fiery throne.
I am rage.
LOVE by Mathys
I spend my time working to keep the
World a better place. My worst enemy spends
His time ruining the world. I help everyone
And everything in hope Hate goes away but
We cannot run away from our fate,
Break ups and sadness have to happen to keep
Life good for everyone. Every tear I see makes
Me drop two tears. Every couple I see makes my
Smile stretch ear to ear. Last but not least
Marriages make me want to take Happiness
On a date.
DRAGONS RULE THE WORLD by Charlotte
Dragons rule the world
Unicorns are the doctors
Dwarves are the miners
Gnomes are the farmers
Fairies are the teachers
Elves are the lawyers
Phoenixes are the firefighters
And us puny humans are left unemployed
THE PARK by Naomi
Tall and thin, bare branches climbing through the air, struggling to reach the sunlight. Leaves blowing about in the wind and scattered all over the floor. Longing to be crushed, crunched on by trampling feet. Blue sky, chirping birds, and sunlight peeking in through the tall branches, trying to steal a glance at the grass down below. The flowers blooming, blushing, and flattered by the bees swirling around them, birds who are trying to steal a sip of their nectar. Vines climbing, crowning, twisting around, implanted into the rocky wall behind them. A windy path with its dust being swirled about in miniature sandstorms.
remember me by Sophia
the grass was cool and wet as i lay on it looking up to the sky.
it is as blue as the ocean, yet is fogged by an array of fluffy white clouds.
i wonder what my meaning is.
if i don’t accomplish anything or make an impact in life, and people don’t remember me, did i even exist?
they say it’s permanent the mark you leave on the world, but i disagree strongly, no not strongly, violently.
i violently disagree.
the legacy you make only lasts as as long as the people who are willing to
remember it and when they are gone, so is your legacy.
i refuse to accept it.
i know i was only a miniscule part of the grand scheme of things, but even the tiniest grain of sand can tip the scale.
i was going to make myself known, so that i may not be
i was missing one ingredient. what was i going to do to make people never forget my name?
something charitable or malicious?
the thing is i wanted to do good, but the thing is people always remember the bad and rarely remember the good.
OBLIVIOUS by Camille
Out of the real world
Laying down staring
In your own world
Someone says: “Hello? Wake up!”
CRISP by Karina
Snacking on crispy
CREPES by Anaia
Crepes cooked just
Right are the best possible
End it with some chocolate it makes it
End it with
Sugar it makes it even better
NARCISSIST by Devon
Rare (fewer than 200,000 U.S. cases per year)
Tests being done
INCREDIBLE by Daniel
I know my limits and
Never push too hard or too fast
Climbing to the top of a mountain or
Racing a cheetah are
Equally as hard as
Drying the laundry or
Isolating yourself from a friend group
Be you and
Everyone else be them