By Nathan Baron Silvern
There once was a man from Peru
Who put all his kids in a zoo.
He said to the bear
now that they were there
that he could eat them whenever he choose.
By Nathan Baron Silvern, seventh grade
By Hillary Atkinson
Chapter 1 A.S.A.P.13 year old Sophie was sitting on her king size bed watching Icarly on ONE of her double size flat screen televisions. “We’ll be right back on nick” said the television. Then an ad popped up and said “did you know that on your average hard wood floor has about 3 million bacteria on it and 4 bad odors but with the help of the all new oxydent floor cleaner your hardwood floor can be as 100 bacteria and no odors what so ever. So call now 1-800-CLEAN and be one the first 100 callers to g to 5 bottles of the all new oxydent floor cleaner delivered to where ever you like for just 6.75. Sophie clicked of the television and started to throw thing on the floor so that she could walk on the floor without touching it she kept throwing stuff until she was downstairs where her mom was “mom (gasp) we need to get the all new oxydent floor cleaner A.S.A.P.
THE END (FOR NOW)
Hillary Atkinson is nine years old. Her birthday is in Feburary. She has been in this workshop for a year and a half and enjoys it very much. She has 3 siblings, 2 brothers and 1 sister. She enjoys mostly music.
By Lark Wicinas
How can they stand such a strange time?
the trees I mean.
The time when everything is gray.
Only just a while ago the air was alight with red, orange, and gold leaves floating around,
But then the rakers came, busy as bees and took it all away.
And now you stand, just a skeleton painted on an evening sky
Waiting, for the first few white flakes to come, dancing
To rest upon your heavy branches.
Branches filled with memories, or sights.
Sights of what has passed by your magnificent roots
that stretch under the shadow of your proud figure.
You stand tall and mighty as the newly born wind rattles your dull twigs.
How can you stand the cold, tension, waiting, -for what?
How can you survive the grayness?
Lark Wicinas, written at age 12. Published in Silkworm 3
By Maddie Raymond
The first thing I knew was that I was in a basement. The musty smell was unmistakable, and even though I'd only been conscious for a few seconds, that along with the concrete floor told me everything I needed to know.
"Jesus, what did I eat?" My slightly groggy voice seemed to bounce back at me.
"I mean, this isn't the first time I've eaten a bad hot dog or something and gone out like a light, but man, where am I?" Once again, my voice bounced. I reached my hand out, trying to feel my way around the dingy little room. My palm was met with a wall of glass. Cursing softly, I got to my feet, closing my eyes as black spots danced across my vision. Even when I was god knows where, my iron deficiency knew what to do.
By Aliya Axelrad
Do you remember the wings you once had?
The feeling of laughing so hard that you cry?
Sometimes I cry so hard that I laugh
It’s funny how when I was 8 and a half I was wishing I was older
But now I long for those wings again, to smile more often than not
When I was younger, I was better at forgetting
Do you remember the first time you had deja-vu?
Sitting in the leaves, watching the clouds slip on their boots and shuffle across the sky
The sun on your cheeks and that playful breeze in your hair
I've been here before
I've felt this before
Now i get deja-vu when I cry, when I’m drowning in memories
My Ignorance was beautiful
My bubble was safe
But the warm glow of the sun burned me
Do you remember when your eyes were telescopes?
Observing things too close to see?
Sometimes I look at things the way I used to
I jump and I fly and I write and I draw with my favorite blue crayon
But I'm still without my wings
And I still don't know what I'm doing here
Do you remember waiting for your first kiss?
Imagining what it would be like?
But really it was disgusting
Do you remember that drunk perfection?
That naive happiness?
Do you remember when your shadow was your friend?
Do you remember falling asleep to wake up in the morning instead of falling asleep to forget?
Do you remember a little girl with big brown eyes and golden wings?
A little girl who loved her birthday and cloudy days?
A little girl who would be afraid if she knew they would lock her in a cage like a sad bird?
A little girl who over the years would soon see through your eyes..
And forget about the wings she once had
Aliya Axelrad won a REGIONAL GOLD KEY in the 2020-2021 Scholastic Art and Writing Awards for this poem.