It’s possible to fall many different ways. With gravitational potential energy, or gpe, you just fall straight down. Sometimes, people go to great lengths to fall. They’ll spend thousands of dollars and many hours organizing a trip to do just … Continue reading
Dear classmates, Your harsh word cut my thin pale skin, Chilling me to the bone. Rumors and Lies about me grow rampant, Spread by loose lips and flaming tongues. You are all excommunicating me, Telling me how I should dress, … Continue reading
The students who attended the Grand Island Youth Festival who shared their writing are published here. The Youth Festival is sponsored by the Nebraska Writing Project.
School. What comes to your mind when that word is spoken? For me, friends, class and maybe even family. I remember the first time I walked through those doors and saw that metal Palm Tree, all the new faces, … Continue reading
Dear Bambi, Once shame on you, twice shame on me. The truth of that statement shatters my body and releases floods of hot blood and anger. Hollow promises spill down my cheeks and skip like a flat rock over the … Continue reading
The colors are too much today. Their vividness apprehends my eyes, arresting my vision. Some days, their vivid hues are beautiful and pristine. Today they hurt. Maybe it’s the gentle fog rolling outside, beckoning to me. It’s lacy fingers try … Continue reading
As I look around me I see tall and short kids from different schools talking, laughing, and getting ready to write. We go outside in the foggy mists, I listen to my surroundings, I hear the birds chirping back and … Continue reading