Teens on Writing

This is Barefoot Writing Academy's final post from the creative writing summer camps for teens. The new fall schedule for classes for teens and adults will be posted in the next month.

Given this prompt, two different and very creative approaches.

           abc

           defg

           hijk

           lmnop

           qrstuv

           wx

            yz

Things That Drive Me Bonkers
                                   by Brenna Meehan

  ant bites, clowns,

 

dung, eggs, farts,

hair, ice, jokers, klutziness,

losing, mainstream, nickels, overthinking, plankton,

queens, running, stupidity, thorns, ugly, Vatican,

work, xylophone,

YOLO, zits. 

 

 

Things That Drive Me Bonkers

                                                                    by Tessa Herring

After breakfast chants

Drawing My Little Pony

High islands from nowhere

Losing to sore losers

Queen of farts

Watching Food Network

Yodeling fat people.

 

 

We had a grand time and I look forward to working with these teens again.                                     Mahala

 

 

 

Brave Momma

And least you think Tessa is timid with all her female leads, she gives us this brave encounter when a strange man walked up to her with a package.

It was like every other late night, walking through the city park with her one year old son, Ricky. She walked around the big circle like she always had for the past two years. She turned her iPod on high to block out the city noise.

When she noticed Ricky dropped his favorite toy, a blue tiger, she turned her music off and bent down to pick up the toy. When she gave the toy back to Ricky and looked at her iPod to turn the music back on, she saw a huge figure in front of her. Quite naturally, it scared her to death.

A few seconds went by before the figure said anything then he pulled out a gun from his pocket and demanded money and her iPod.

She didn't know what to think, so she acted, grabbing his hand and arm and pulling his arm forward until his whole body was on the ground.

 

She held the man down, grabbed her phone, and called the police.

Tessa Herring


Don't mess with this momma!     Mahala

Close Encounters

Another alien history teacher has appeared in creative writing.  See what Tessa Herring does about it.


On the first day of school I walked in my history class to find an alien at the desk. It scared me so much that I screamed, "Oh no! Who are you and what did you do to our old teacher?"

Before I knew it, I grabbed the fire extinguisher and was holding it up to this strange black eyed, green faced being - my new teacher.

"Hello, my name is Mrs. Pond. Also please put our fire extinguisher up, it's not nice to threaten people."

"Ok." I said as I watched her take the cold red extinguisher out of my shaking hands. She walked to the front of the desk and class began.

Tessa Herring


These students are learning to write flash fiction, using their five senses. Good job, Tessa!


Mahala

Alien History Teacher

While some kids may think they're history teachers are aliens, this group of creative writing students got a stab at the real thing with the following prompt: You walk into history class to discover you have a new teacher. A picture of a green half alien/half human woman typing on a laptop was shown to the students. Here is one student's imaginative story.

Caroline trudged down the hall, already dreading her next class. Mr. Mote, her History teacher, must have had the world's most monochromatic and melancholy voice ever to grace her ears; he could be talking about Napoleon one day and cavemen the next, but with a voice like his, it all sounded the same to her. Sighing, she pushed the History classroom door open. 

 Instantly she knew something wasn't right. There was a hush over the classroom, a dead silence that was foreign in a high school. For a second, Caroline thought the classroom was empty but there they were; the rest of the class sat with their backs as straight as planks in their chairs, their expressions odd as they stared at the front of the room. Caroline, completely baffled, followed their gaze and nearly jumped back in alarm, letting out an involuntary half-shriek. 

 There was an alien sitting at Mr. Mote's desk; she had a shiny green, egg-shaped head with colossal black bug eyes and a thin face. She turned her unblinking eyes to Caroline, who was now somehow bravely clutching the wall at the far side of the room (as far away from the alien as possible), with her eyes bugging as big as an anime character. She stared at the teacher with horror as though she was Cerberus, the giant three-headed demon dog with rabies. The alien teacher sighed as if her hunch had been correct. 

"Ms. Forbes, I presume? Mr. Mote had the foresight to warn me about you." She gestured placidly to an empty seat. "Well, sit down. I'm your new History teacher as of today." 

When Caroline made no move to sit, the alien teacher made a disapproving clucking noise. "Sit down, Ms. Forbes. Honestly, you're only embarrassing yourself. Would you rather have detention with me at lunch?"

Caroline sat down.                            by Caroline Forbes

 

 

 

Looks like Caroline is in for an interesting year!  Mahala

Writing Class Bonus

I'm running a special deal for those of you who want to attend one of the creative writing summer classes, send a teen, or give a session as a gift.

Two camp sessions for the price of one!

Go to www.livingsocial.com to see what Barefoot Writing Academy is doing  for writers. The sale lasts from June 7 - June 11.

Mahala

Creative Writing Camps for Kids

In response to the requests from numerous parents, I've rearranged the schedules for the writing camps for both age groups. See attached flyers and get those registrations in so your child will have a notebook and a tee shirt.

I've extended registration to May 31st.

B there or B square.

Mahala