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Showcasing Our Young Authors from Montera

This session our Montera Boys' Group explored the theme of flight! The boys have written stories from diverse points of view, such as those of Amelia Earhart, bumblebees, and even Cupid. They drew upon the senses, flights of fancy, and various craft techniques to develop their writing. Below are some short excerpts of their playful and imaginative work!  

From: The senses involved in flying

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Flying would make me more powerful than everyone else. Flying would sound like rushing winds and running horses.

-Luke

 

From: Flight of fancy

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Once upon a time there was a turtle. He went to the end of the world to ask God for a tranquilizer to make his grandpa fall asleep for once. But God made the turtle seventy-five percent frog. He had bouncy legs and a long tongue for eating flies.

-Jacob

 

From: Freewrite

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During the flow of evolution millions of years ago, a new species was born. It was very different from other cells. The first of them was named Meaker!

-Kai

 

From: Flight of the bumblebee

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I looked around, startled. Every bee was gone! Is this a prank? No, the hive has been vacated. Suddenly, the hive shook and fell.

-Aaron

 

From: My name is . . .

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My name is wild. I found my name in the zoo. My name can be evil. If I lost my name I’d sleep.

-Tyler

 

From: Flight of fancy

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One day there was a cow. He laid an egg. His owners were very worried the cow was a Martian. The cow came to earth and lived with a pig-chicken.

-Seine

 

From: Letter from point of view of Amelia Earhart

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I was riding through the wind and I could see nothing but deep water. It surrounded my whole view. I decided to check the plane. I was running out of gas! Luckily, I saw an island . . .

-Takumi

 

From: Flight of the bumblebee

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I’m Max, the best honeybee gatherer of Ms. Undertaker’s beehive, and I am going to get all the honey in Flowerville. Oh, I took the wrong map!

-Max

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Words from Our Young Authors at Grattan Elementary (Grades 2nd-3rd & 4th-5th)

This Winter in our "Shhh! Secrets" curriculum we focused on the worlds built up around the secrets we decide to harbor and share. We also broke down the elements of character and backstory with our activities in secret identities and secret recipes! Check out some of the excerpts below!

From various prompts on personification:

My secret is made from fur and stuffing and lots and lots of sleeping powder, the world’s largest grizzly bear, and lots of happiness.

I found it guarded in the core of the Earth. Guarded by a griffan and boa constrictor waiting for me.

My secret can fly and carry me in its arms. It can find answers for my problems and jump over danger.

If I lost this secret, the Universe would blow up and everything would be wrong.

-Zoe

 

My secret is made of shadows Whose darkness spreads through the Earth Like a virus Infecting the human soul.

-Wai-Kirn

 

My secret is born from an egg. My secret is made of feathers. I found my secret in a tree. It could kill a lion. If I lost my secret I would definitely go looking for it.

-Noe

 

My secret is made from the deep of my heart. I found it in the beautiful Sky, with pretty flowers and lovely animals. My secret can surprise everyone, but not Me. If I lost my secret I would die a million times, with tears all over my face.

-Cecilia

 

My secret is made from lots of spices, the coldest ice on earth, and the hottest sand. I found it in a museum, guarded by lasers. If I lost this secret the ancients would come together at incredible speeds and the earth would explode.

-Michael

 

From our exercise on secret recipes:

The Recipe for Having a Baby

1. Drink 10 cups of coca-cola a day. 2. Kiss a Gorilla on the lips and put your tongue in the Gorilla’s nose. 3. Put 1 ½ Tablespoons of baking soda in a blender with 2 drops of your favorite soap. Pour in 2 cups of water, then blend until thick. 4. Drink it! 5. It will take 2 minutes for your belly to get fat. And then 9 months for the baby to come. 6. The baby will cry. A lot.

-Karina

 

Friendship Cake

Get a big bowl. Put in 10 teardrops with 9 candy hearts. Blend well for 17 minutes. Add in 1 cup of sugar, and mix well for exactly 1 minute. Combine with everything sweet— cookies, cake, juice, ice cream. Bake for 1 hour. When done, add your favorite bow on top.

-Josie

 

From our “I remember” exercise:

I remember our first play-date. I remember when you told me of your fear of dresses. I remember the awkward silence after you stole something. I remember how it felt when you went skiing instead of coming to my birthday party. I remember your friendship guarding me like a wall.

-Madeline

 

I remember lying to my sister. I remember “No! That’s hot!” I remember the time my dad’s bike broke. I remember doing roly-polys down a steep hill. I remember cracking up and spitting milk all over the table. I remember my worst nightmare.

-Nial

 

I remember decorating my Christmas tree. I remember my chores. I remember clapping when my brother was in second-grade. I remember getting my first stuffed animal, but I don’t remember what it was.

-Charlotte

 

I remember falling out of my dad’s arms. I remember rain into a pool. I remember crashing into a tree. I remember when I got a dog.

-Ryan

 

I remember laughing with my friends. I remember trying to make water. I remember dropping an entire bowl of cake batter on the floor. I remember climbing to the top of a pyramid in Mexico. I remember tossing and turning in my bed.

-Emma

 

For this activity, the children were given a photo of a man dressed all in white with dark sunglasses and headphones, carrying a white case. They were asked to write about what could be in the case:

There are diamonds in the case, silver, gold, money. He just robbed a bank and is going to rob another. He has a car with jet engines, white like his outfit. He wears white so he doesn’t get hit by a car. His family kept turning him in so he had to run away. He used a jackhammer to escape. His name is Dottie, but his bank robber name is “The Impossible Robber to Catch.”

-Jakob

 

In the case is the Ruby of Death. And inside the Ruby is an Evil Eye. It looks for people who try to carry it away. He went to a helicopter and jumped in and told the pilot, “to China!” When he got to China he had some dim-sum, and left without paying, same as he did with the Ruby.

-Sommer

 

From a prompt that asked the students to create a character with a “Secret Identity”:

Her name is Wonder Girl. She wears a blue dress, blue high heels, and a headband in her blond hair. She pretends to go to the bathroom and changes by pressing a button hidden in high heels.

-Hana

 

Paul Kayman’s dad died when he was 6. Now he has secretly moved to the other side of the world. He is a journalist for the Daily Digest, and writes under the name John Hancock.

-Lukas

 

From an activity where the students chose a secret from a line and then developed a character who was keeping that secret:

Snivilus is a boy who, like many others, has a mom and dad. He lives in a mansion on an island with his mom, dad and of course his annoying sister Jane. Jane has a diary. While his sister was out he snuck into her room, six floors above his own. After one or two minutes, he found what he was looking for, her diary!

-Leila

 

From an activity where the students used basic decoder wheels to code and decode their own messages:

Code: YWL GML!! FG LAEW LE WPHDSF. YG. Message: GET OUT!! NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. GO

-Jackson

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Words from Our Young Authors at Chabot Elementary

This Winter at Chabot our students concocted suspenseful stories in our Mystery curriculum. Check out some of our favorite excerpts below!

 

From Settings: Students picked a setting and mood for a story and focused on describing it.

In the Forest

It sounded like someone talking, but then the sound hit a wall. It looked like beautiful nature that moved like people move. The trees felt like oil that does not move, that has hardened. There are no birds, nor any animals, because of one little girl. She scares them away. It smells like dust mixed with perfume. She was a bad little girl, an evil little girl. The birds went away because she always killed their families. She was evil because a spell had been cast upon her.

-Amy

 

From hooks and story-starters: Students had to write stories that started with a hook or right in the middle of the action, based on a series of one-liner story-starters that were handed out.

The door was ajar. I could hear voices yelling about something. I crept inside the broken-down studio. I peeked around the corner and I saw a little boy crying with two men standing over him. They were arguing over what to do with him. “We should punish him,” one man said.

“Why? Because he was curious I say we let him go,” the other said. They finally came to an agreement. “We will hide him for one night, then let him out in the morning.”

“OK.”

I got a quick glimpse of the boy’s face before they took him away. It was my brother.

-Arielle

 

From “It was missing!”: Students listed some story “ingredients” for who, what, when, where, why, and how, and then wrote a story based around a case of something missing filling in the details from their lists.

He Was Missing

“Eek!” cried a panicked voice from the top of the building. Bob Williams quickly ran up the stairs to a shocking surprise. His son, Tommy, was missing. Bob quickly informed the authorities, who sent a guy named Al Davis, who had only solved missing eraser cases in his 25-year career.

“What’s the problem?” said Al.

“My son, Tommy, is missing,” said Bob.

“Oh,” said Al. “I’m used to solving cases like missing erasers.”

“Well, my son isn’t an eraser, so get to work!” exclaimed Bob with a hint of impatience.

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“Get up,” shouted an angry voice.

Tommy blinked, “Where am I?” he said nervously.

“I’m not sure I’m the guy to tell you that,” said the voice.

Tommy was rolled down a pitch-black hall with no end. When he tried to get up, he found he was tied to the chair.

-Connor

 

From hooks and story-starters: Students had to write stories that started with a hook or right in the middle of the action, based on a series of one-liner story-starters that were handed out.

1) I thought it was just a glitch in my computer, but that was yesterday…. Today, I realized that it was a secret message sent by Aclue, whoever that was supposed to be. The message had a map in it, so I printed it and decided to find the end.

2) The stranger came to the village just as the first season’s snows began. I was having a dream about riding a friendly crayfish named Flash. He was just about to make me a chocolate cake, when suddenly I felt a chill and bolted upwards in bed.

-Dabney

 

From “It was missing!”: Students listed some story “ingredients” for who, what, when, where, why, and how, and then wrote a story based around a case of something missing filling in the details from their lists.

Bobby Joe was Missing

Joe Smith and his sidekick Mick Whale woke up to a ringing phone. The police said that Bobby Joe had been kidnapped. They went to Bobby Joe’s house right away. Joe Smith and Mick Whale were professional spies.

They got to Bobby Joe’s house and looked for clues. They found a knife with blood all over it. They thought Bobby Joe had been murdered, but they stayed on the case. Then, a rock hit the window of the house. They looked out the window and saw a car driving away. In the car was Bobby Joe. He threw the rock at the window to get their attention. They got in their car and drove after him.

The people who stole Bobby Joe parked at the church. Joe Smith walked into the church and someone threw a cover over his head.

-Diego

 

From “It was missing!”: Students listed some story “ingredients” for who, what, when, where, why, and how, and then wrote a story based around a case of something missing filling in the details from their lists.

He was Missing

I woke up with the sun glaring in my eyes, and I jumped out of bed.

“Mathew! Get up! It’s 12:05”

“Yes, mom,” I mumbled as I slowly walked to the kitchen and fell into my chair. After a filling breakfast of eggs and toast, I got ready for my new school.

When I got to KPU, I went to the office to find out where to find my class. When I found P3, I went inside.

“Welcome to KPU, you must be Mathew. I’m Professor P,” said the long-haired, blonde, short man. “Please sit down.”

I sat next to a very short girl with long, dirty blonde hair. She smiled at me, then started to fiddle with her pencil.

“So, shall we get started?” Professor P said.

After a long day of weird tests, it was finally time to go to our rooms in the school. When I was about to leave, Professor P said, “Can Billy, Lucy, and Mathew please stay a second.” I turned around and sat down next to the short girl who must have been Lucy, and a plump boy who must have been Billy.

“After all of my tests you three are my willders of 7th grade.”

“What are willders?” I asked.

“Willders are people of all ages , in kindergarten through 12th grade, and they all train every day in magic.”

-Elias

 

From Hook Your Reader: Students had to write stories that started with a hook to get the reader’s attention.

The second time I saw it, I didn’t realize what it was. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The last of its kind! Oh my, it’s on sale, almost for free. Only $200. I got out my money. Then, I ran at it as fast as I could. I carefully took it out and paid for it. I rushed home not believing what I had gotten. My parent’s would be amazed, I thought.

When they came home, they took it away from me. They said, “That’s not for you.” I didn’t understand. I had gotten it from a store, with my own money!

-Ella

 

From “It was missing!”: Students listed some story “ingredients” for who, what, when, where, why, and how, and then wrote a story based around a case of something missing filling in the details from their lists.

It was missing!

I woke up and heard my alarm going, “Beep! Beep! Beep!” I rolled over and smacked the stinkin’ alarm’s off button. I got out of bed and trudged downstairs. I wiped the sleep from my eyes. As I buttered my toast, I turned on the TV. It was the news, and they were talking about some theft from a museum. I looked up to see what it was. They showed a picture of a gold ring in a case that said, “14 karat gold engraved with platinum.” The man on the screen said, “All of the security cameras were broken and all of the guards were gone in the morning. There was no evidence, not even fingerprints.”

My sister, Lucy, came into the room with my mom. She said, “You’re up early.”

I turned and said, “Yeah, take a look at the news.”

She came over and looked at the screen and said, “Wow, I wonder how they managed that.”

“I know,” I said. “That must have been worth about $20,000.”

“More,” said mom. “More like $50,000.”

I took a big bite of my toast and sat down on my chair, but my sister pulled it out from under me and I landed on my butt. “Lucy!” I shouted. “What did you do that for?”

“It was funny,” she said.

-Joey

 

From an activity where students listed story “ingredients” for who, what, when, where, why, and how, and then wrote a story by filling in the details from their lists.

The Wand of Secrets

Once upon a time in Switzerland, there lived a princess called Miss Angeline Vermont. Her father, the king, was named Mr. S. R. Titanic. Then, he died suddenly, so suddenly that everyone was in shock. Then the battle for the throne began.

She tried to win, but it was hard. She had to win the vote. She did win the vote, though, finally, and ruled for 66 years. Her castle was built entirely out of marble and stone, and it had one thousand rooms!

-Josette

 

From “What Matters:” Students list things that matter, and it turns into a kind of litany poem, or could become details to fill a story.

What Matters

I matter My hamster matters Books matter Christmas matters Family matters Friends matter The world matters School matters Brushing my hair matters Being nice matters My bed matters Crayons matter Seeing matters Sweets matter Pictures matter

-Jessie

 

From Beginning, Middle, End: Students start a story and then pass their story to a neighbor to write the next section. Each student writes a beginning, middle, and an end, with a chance to develop more than one story together.

Everyone avoided the big old mansion. It was believed to have a mystery to it. You saw every person who went in, and they never came out. The house was built in 1448 and owned by Mr E. Us. In 1960, he had it remodeled to be dark and gloomy. The day after it was finished, he disappeared. Now everyone who goes in never comes out. Until the day me and my dog went to check it out.

It was very dark and I couldn’t see a thing until I turned on my flashlight. Suddenly, my dog barked and my flashlight went dead! “What happened?” I cried.

-Max

 

From Settings: Students picked a setting and mood for a story and focused on describing it.

In the basement.

It was cold and dark. It was the place where everyone put their junk. There was a horrible stench. It came from the stuff that was rotting, disintegrating, dissolving, and worse. It was all black, but when you turned on the lights—let’s just say think of all the colors imaginable and that still doesn’t explain what it looked like down there. It sounded like birds, music, squeaking, and scratching…

-Molly

 

From “It was missing!”: Students listed some story “ingredients” for who, what, when, where, why, and how, and then wrote a story based around a case of something missing filling in the details from their lists.

It Was Missing

The golden skull was missing! Joe, the banker who owned it, confided in Igor Jenkins, Private Eye. Igor went to the scene, a house in Rome. He saw size 20 shoes. “Hmmm,” he muttered. “This must be a tall man.” They were Zapatos, very expensive. He traced the shoes to Alex of Lorland. Alex was hanged and the treasure was restored to Joe.

After examining it, Igor exclaimed “It’s a fake!”

“Vaht!?” Joe said, owing to his heavy accent. “Eet eez paler zan zee ariginal!”

“Wait,” said Dr. Jenkins, “This seems to be cracked.” Opening it, he fell into the void.

Joe jumped in. He found the actual skull. Igor was never seen again.

-Owen

 

From “It was missing!”: Students listed some story “ingredients” for who, what, when, where, why, and how, and then wrote a story based around a case of something missing filling in the details from their lists.

It Was Missing

I woke up with my answering machine saying, “Please leave a message after the beep. BEEEEEP.”

“Please (sob), please help me, Detective Math. You’re my only hope (sob). My pet poodle, Sam, is missing. I live on College Avenue in the house 1119. Please (sob), help me.”

When I heard that, I fully awoke. A mystery! I got out of bed and got dressed. Then I immediately drove to College Avenue. I got there and rang the doorbell. A voice that sounded sore from crying hollered, “Coming!” I waited for five minutes until a woman answered the door.

“Hello,” I said. “you have a pet poodle missing?”

-Robert

 

From “It was missing!”: Students listed some story “ingredients” for who, what, when, where, why, and how, and then wrote a story based around a case of something missing filling in the details from their lists.

He Was Missing

One night as I was coming home from work, I saw some strange men on my neighbor’s porch. One was holding a gun and a crowbar, and the other one had a club. I watched as they broke down the door and went inside. I pulled over and parked the car. As I was getting out, the men ran out of the house with a body between them, and then they hopped into a white MDX and took off.

-Wyatt

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February's Teacher Spotlight

Want to meet some of the talented teachers inspiring our students everyday? This month we're featuring our very own Lisa Barratt!

Name: Lisa Barratt

Currently working at: The Bentley School, The Crowden School

Hometown: Philadelphia, PA

What’s your favorite bookstore? WH Smith in Paris, France

What’s your favorite VERB? Dance

If your life was a book, what would be the title? My Momma Wears Point Shoes and Other Stories From A Trailing Spouse

Did anyone inspire you to be a teacher? How? My students inspire me everyday. Together we explore other writers, take risks and develop our own skills as authors.

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How we convert reluctant writers into enthusiastic ones

Many of the students who enroll in our classes start out the session with big doubts. They doubt they will ever like what comes out of their pencils, that they will ever want anyone else to hear what they’ve written and that they will ever, ever like writing.

We’re happy to say that we specialize in converting reluctant writers into enthusiastic ones. When parents contact us wondering if their kid, the one who runs away screaming whenever he has to write, will survive our class, we can point to our impressive track record of converts and encourage them to sign up and see what happens. We promise we’ll refund them their money if their child is miserable and in 8 years we’ve never had to make good on that promise!

How do we do it?

- It’s our philosophy that when their imaginations are engaged, kids are more enthusiastic about learning.

- It’s our belief that every child deserves to be heard and at the beginning of each session we tell them that. Once they’re convinced we mean it, they take us up on our offer and dive into creating stories and poems, trying new techniques, learning new terms and sharing what they’ve learned and written with the rest of the class.

- Writing is a bold, creative act. It’s fun and there are no wrong answers. Kids are inherently imaginative creatures and with a little encouragement and guidance, they can tap into a well-spring of ideas in no time!

Even kids who cannot sit down long enough to write a paragraph, or are English language learners can feel successful in our classes. We encourage them to tell us their stories verbally and we write them down. Just seeing their words on the paper works wonders for their self-esteem.

If there’s a young (would-be) writer in your life who’s dead set against doing writing assignments and complains they can’t think of anything to write, don’t give up on them! Hiding beneath her negative attitude and recalcitrance is an expressive, original voice that with a little coaxing will come roaring out!

-Sondra HallFounder and Director, "Take My Word For It!"

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Words from Our Young Authors at Thornhill (2nd & 3rd Grade)

Lend an eye to some of the work our 2nd and 3rd graders came up with for our "Poetry Palooza" session this Fall! From an exercise on alliteration poetry:

Adriana went to the airport, she ate an apple at the airplane, and had an ant with an aunt, the ant was in a box.”

- Adriana, age 7

From a dialogue-themed free write. Students were given one word on which to build their dialogues. Aidan’s word was “leave”:

"Your name is weird...you’re not my friend at all" "Well, you’re not my friend either, you’re so rude." "No you are...You’re my last friend in the world."

- Aidan, age 7 

From a Halloween exercise in which the kids were asked to write poems about facing their fears:

Shots that leave dots, Stage fright, Bee bite, Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

- Amanda, age 8

From a free-form poetry excercise in which the students were asked to reflect on how it feels to get older:

When I was four I believed I was a fairy princess, who danced, and skipped, and played, and would be four for the rest of her life, But now I don’t care about staying the same age, I don’t care how old I am, I am me, and I like me.

- Ava D., age 8

From an exercise in which students were asked to make a list of items, and then write a poem using those items:

Red sauce lots of cheese with sprinkles and marshmallows All of these things are in my pizza tonight. Strawberries and apples and chips, All of these things are in my pizza tonight.

- Ava S., age 7

From an exercise on alliteration:

Lauren eats lolly pops Lauren eats lunch Lauren leaps Lauren likes laughing Lauren likes loop de loops Lauren likes lizards.

- Lauren, age 7

From an exercise on personification. Sophia wrote her poem from the perspective of a soccer ball:

The life of a soccer ball is not very easy I get rolled in the grass I get kicked in a net I’m getting bored of my color black and white I wish I was colorful!

- Sophia, age 7

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