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Read It Here First - Student Excerpts

Here are a few imaginative excerpts from our TMWFI! students at Thornhill Elementary. 

My Secret Is

My secret is made from the footsteps on the stairs,

the shadows on the windowsill of faces

The noises I hear around the room, of silent screams

I found it lying under the bed

waiting for me to take it

and hold it with me.

-Della

 

The New Home

Moving houses was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to stay in our old home with the warm red walls and the nice orange carpets. With the smell of fresh peaches and warm cinnamon muffins.

But now, I was stepping into a cold house with lime green walls, a rough brown carpet and instead of a nice peach-cinnamon muffin smell, there was that new paint-garage smell.

-Aisling

Ice Cream Dream

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-Gulzar

I Am Found

I am found in a lightless world, a fearful world, a dead world.

-Gabby

 

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See It Here First: "Take My Word For It!" Students' Art!

Our students at New Traditions in San Francisco are not just amazing poets, they are also visual artists.  This winter they worked on a curriculum piece called "Take My Portrait" that had an art component added to it.  Students stretched their imagination to create these one of a kind abstract self portraits.  Research shows that adding arts to education enhances the experience for learners.  As you can see from the focused and smiling faces in the pictures below, these kids would agree!

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Read It Here First - What a Mystery Stories!

Our 3rd grade TMWFI students in Northern Virginia did a little mystery writing this winter.  From things that go bang and scratch in the night to great white shark attacks, these stories are sure to give you a scare!

 

Mystery by Mayra

On a cold Friday night, McKenzie Robinson was alone in her house studying for the SAT next week. Since nobody was home, McKenzie let her hair down and put on her glasses (at school she wore contacts) when suddenly, she heard a noise, “scratch, scratch, bang!”

“Wow,” McKenzie yelled, while falling off her beige recliner. “What was that noise?” she wondered. “Aaghh!” McKenzie screeched softly. “I have to focus on my pre-studying session.

McKenzie remembered back in middle school when she heard a sound similar to this, “scratch, scratch, mew” instead of  “scratch, scratch, bang.” McKenzie didn’t know what it was, but she was curious, so she followed the noise upstairs into the bathroom and found a cat stuck in her bathtub.”(McKenzie loved cats; she was even in a band called The Cats.”)

McKenzie tried gently lifting the kitty out of the tub, but it would not budge. She tried again with a more firm grip but the cat wouldn’t move. McKenzie was losing patience now, so she tugged on the cat: tug, tug, then “Pop! The so-called cat popped right out, but McKenzie quickly realized it was a stuffed cat!

McKenzie saw a bucket dangling precariously over her head. She tried jumping out of the way, but it was too late. McKenzie had paint poured all over her. “That’s when me and Mary clicked,” McKenzie said, giggling.

“What’s this?” she said, feeling the scratch on the couch. This was never here before, McKenzie thought. McKenzie slowly got off the couch, heart thumping. She jumped up as the noise suddenly grew. “Scratch, scratch, BANG!”

“Aaahh!” McKenzie screeched, edging back to grab her lime-neon-green baseball bat. She swung it in front of her like claws. She heard the noise worsening, “Scratch, meow, scratch, bang, BANG!”

She turned to see her nightstand edge closer on the “bang!” There it was: “bang, edge, bang, edge.”

McKenzie came closer to the noise and pushed back the nightstand and a kitty appeared. McKenzie poked it to make sure it was real. Unlike last time, it was. “Awww, let’s get you home,” McKenzie said.

The End

 

Mystery by Kathleen

On a windy Friday night, Gabby was in her room doing her essay. She heard a sound in her living room: “bang, bang, bang.” Gabby was scared, but she was thinking about what college she was going to. While she was finishing up her essay, she smelled something burning. That smell of burning reminded her of when she was little. When Gabby was a little girl, she used to watch her mom cook. One time, the doorbell rang. Her mom went to open the door. While her mom as at the front door, the stove started burning. Gabby tried to get her mom’s attention, but she couldn’t. So Gabby screamed. Wondering what the noise was, Gabby was scared, but she was also thirsty. She went downstairs and noticed something different. Her whole house was full of straws! Gabby looked outside. Her neighbor’s house was burning! Gabby ran over as fast as she could. The neighbors’ stove was burning! The lady who lived there was upstairs with her baby. Gabby knocked on her door. One of her children opened it. Gabby ran in and turned off the stove. The neighbors thanked her, and Gabby decided she wanted to be a detective.

The End

The Last Little Box A Nora Nilson Mystery By Alice

Nora Nilson is 8 years old. She is pretty, smart and kind. Nora lives in a big house. Nora’s room is up stairs. Her room has a desk, her family’s picture, a piano, and a pink bed. When Nora goes to her room, she is happy. When Nora is doing her homework, she hears a little sound: “scrape, scrape, scrape”. She looks around. The sound is coming from next to the piano. Nora can’t move because she is too scared. “Nora! Dinner Time!” called her mom. “I’m…I’m coming,” said Nora. She ran to the kitchen. When she finished her dinner, she said, “Mom, there’s a ghost in my room,” “Ha, Ha, Ha,” her dad laughed. “You are joking, right?” “I’m not joking, shouted Nora.” “I don’t believe you,” said her younger sister. Nora walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. She sighed. “Nobody believes me,” she said. “Mom!” called Nora. Yes?” answered her mom. “I don’t want to sleep in my room,” said Nora. “Why?” asked her mom. “Because the ghost is in my room!” “I told you at dinner, just forget about it.” In her dream that night, Nora is being chased by the ghost. “Aaaagh!” Nora screamed. “Wake up, Sweetheart,” called mom. “Mom, the ghost is chasing me!” said Nora. “Go and eat breakfast,” said Mom. “Mom, what day is it?” asked Nora. “It’s Saturday,” said Mom. Nora went to the kitchen and ate breakfast. It was almost 12 o’clock. Then Nora went to the bathroom. “Aaaaagh!” something was making a ghost sound. “Yikes!” yelled Nora. “G-G-Ghost!” “Ha-Ha-Ha,” somebody laughed. “Sara and Nick! You scared me! And how did you get in my house?” asked Nora. “When you were sleeping, we asked your mom,” said Sara. “Can you help me?” asked Nora. “Because the ghost is in my room, next to the piano.” “OK,” said Sara and Nick. “Let go and find the ghost.” They went up to Nora’s room. “I can’t hear a sound,” said Nick. “Scrape, scrape.” Nora ran out of her bedroom and ran into the living room.” “Wait,” called Sara and Nick. Nora stopped running. “What do I do now?” she asked. “Oh, I got an idea!” said Sara. “Nick and I will open the box, and Nora, you stay here.” “Great idea,” shouted Nora. Sara and Nick went up to Nora’s room and Nora waited. While she is waiting, she can hear Nick and Sara’s voices. “Catch that, Sara!” yelled Nick. “I want to!” shouted Sara. “I wonder what they are catching!” thought Nora. Finally Sara and Nick came down. “What are you trying to catch?” asked Nora. Sara and Nick smiled and showed Nora something. “A cute little puppy!” yelled Nora. “Just what I wanted!” “What is its name?” asked Nick “Ummm…Mystery,” said Nora “Ha, ha, ha,” everyone laughed and Mystery _____. “Seat down, Mystery.” Mystery sat down. “Who gave her to me?” asked Nora. “We don’t know; it’s a MYSTERY!” everyone shouted.

The End

 

The Attack of the Great White By Annie

Hi, my name is Steven Brown. I am thirty years old and live with my brother, Ryan Brown, in New Jersey. One day me and my partner, Sally Lee, were walking on the beach, but then a shark jumped up and grabbed a rotten fish! We know that it was far away, so we kept on walking, but then the shark jumped up and grabbed us, pulling us into the sea’s coral reef! As we were in the water, we saw a lot of stinky sea creatures. One smelled like Ryan’s room! When Sally and I got pulled into the Shark’s cave, we stayed there for 15 minutes, and then we heard a loud noise! We thought it was somebody who was trying to steal something, but instead, it was a broken submarine!  Then the shark left…

The End

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Read It Here First - Poems from "The Word Party!"

Last month's "Word Party" writing prompt challenged young authors to write about secrets using descriptive language. 

Join us for the next "Word Party!" at the Oakland Public Library Dimond Branch (3565 Fruitvale Avenue).  Each month TMWFI holds this free writing class for young writers between the ages of 8 & 13.

Info: Wednesdays 3:45 – 4:45pm February 11, March 11 & April 13, 2015

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You Read it Here First! Next Chapter Club: Frozen in Time

In this writing activity, we asked members of our Next Chapter Club to use personalization to create a clock character who decides that he’s/she’s tired of keeping time.  Below is a unique story written by Charlotte:

"I moaned with agony as the kindergardeners shrieked.

I could not stand these children. Always screaming, and their teacher would just put in ear plugs and sip her coffee.

No one ever thought of me. I mean, I'm just a clock fairy. You know, the little creature that makes the hands spin on clocks? But they thought I was the clock. Nothing more. And people tend not to care about the hearing of inanimate objects.

One day, I just snapped. The children were screaming their lungs out during Free Time, while the teacher just sat there at her laptop, ear plugs firmly wedged in place.

And I decided I couldn't stand another second. I stopped turning the hands, and kept it that way until the janitor took my clock down. And I had another stroke of luck-- the fairy in the fifth-grade classroom was being promoted to a clock at a basketball stadium, and I moved into that clock.

And I lived happily ever after."

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WRITE OUT LOUD! at Chabot Elementary

Chabot 11-5-14 at 2.57 PMWe started a new program for 3rd-5th graders at Chabot Elementary this fall: WRITE OUT LOUD!, a songwriting class led by two veteran teachers, Annah Wilson & Joseph Shumake. The students worked both independently and collaboratively to write lyrics, work out rhythms, create bridges and make music. We think the videos speak for themselves (check them out: a looping exercise & testing out lyrics).

Student excerpts from lyric writing exercises: Stick to Me

Do you see that the sky is calling… Do you see, do you see, that the sky is calling…

Too Much Too Late Too Much You big fool

If you don’t… the sun will burn and the rain will start If you don’t… the sun will burn and the rain will start

Too much Too late Too much Hurry Up

I’m in a far away town Waiting for you

(Too Late) (Too Late)

-Andrea

Up and Down

The sun comes up, the sun goes down The moon comes up, big, full and round

Big and round Up and down In the night Things spin me around

The planets spin ‘round and ‘round Nothings there, just darkness in the air

Big and round Up and down In the night Things spin me around

-Ashley

Blue Day

I had a sad, blue day So I decided to push it away

You make me stay When I want to go You make me go When I wish I could stay

I’m far away from yesterday I feel like I want to wreck this day

You make me stay When I want to go You make me go When I wish I could stay

You are mine and I am yours Don’t put me away, don’t close the door

Make me stay But I want to go Make me go When I wish I could stay

-Ilyasia

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