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Our 3rd-5th grade young writers at Benito Juarez Elementary in Richmond, California have been exploring new forms of expression through poetry and personification this fall. Click on each piece to read their fabulous creations!
My Name is (Poems derived from students’ names)
The students personified their favorite food in brilliant, original and funny stories.
Students were given the prompt "If I ruled the world..."
Our young writers hard at work!
We are proud to share the next installment of 'Spring Has Sprung' by Charlotte, a member of our Next Chapter Club. This piece is a great example of how vivid and beautiful imagery can really enhance a story.
Spring Has Sprung!
I flew as fast as my floral-scented gales could carry me, out of the falling fire-toned leaves, over beaches and sunny fields, and landed with a feeling of intense satisfaction. Nestling my wispy, small body into the blossoms on the biggest cherry tree I had blessed with Springtime, I giggled evilly. Clutched in my arms was a small burlap sack of apples. It was one of Autumn's magic items, for the tiny sack represented all of the apples in the world, the apples of Autumn. But now, apples were no longer hers. In fact, plump, crisp globes of fruit were beginning to pop up upon the usually barren apple trees, looking out of place among the tiny, pale green leaves. I bit into one and the tart, juicy flavor filled my mouth. It was perfectly ripe and delicious. But the best part? It was mine now!
t had been easy, really, stealing the apples. Summer was definitely the dumbest of the four of us, but Autumn wasn't the brightest, either. It was simply a matter of slipping through the window of her hut while she was busy painting leaves outside, charming open her enchanted wooden chest with a few simple birdsongs, grabbing the apples, and flying back home.
My gleeful thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, harsh stream of air so cold that it dusted the petals on the tree with glittering crystals of ice. I shivered, and my normally cheerful face darkened. "What do you want, Winter?"
The young, beautiful girl clad in many swathes of translucent fabric raised her slender eyebrows. "Autumn's thrown an absolute fit. Turns out someone stole her precious apples." Her milky eyes dropped to my hands, and a sick feeling churned in my stomach as a smug smile began to dominate her pale face. The sack of apples was still resting on my palms. "And I think I've found the culprit," she finished.
She grabbed my wrist brosquely, her bluish hair falling forward to reveal a pair of abnormally large, pointed ears, and in that moment it was perfectly clear to me what she was inside; a devilish demon with a heart of ice, that had no hope of melting anytime soon. "You're coming with me," she hissed. "The Faerie Board will be very happy to know the identity of the thief."
Her wings fluttered so fiercely that I was wrenched off my feet and had no other choice but to follow her as she flew faster and faster beyond the realms of the Four Seasons.
Our 3rd and 4th grade students at Oakton Elementary have been busy writing adventurous and imaginative stories filled with Private Investigators, a minotaur, A man whose hands shoots out tornados and more. Read on if you dare!
Every Wednesday our creative writing prompt challenges you to pick up your pen and indulge your author self!
"Take My Word For It!" is celebrating National Poetry Month this April. For today's creative writing prompt, write a poem about an owl using these three words: majestic, soaring and piercing.
Share your poetry with us! Post your poem in the comments section of our blog!