Young Writers Project: About Darkness, and Thinking Inside the Box
Each week, Young Writers Project receives several hundred submissions from students in Vermont and New Hampshire in response to writing prompts and selects the best for publication here and in 21 other newspapers and on vpr.net.
This week, we publish responses to the prompts, Eternal Night: You wake up one morning and the sun doesn’t rise. It doesn’t rise the next day either. What do you do?.
And Package: The UPS truck arrives with a huge box addressed to you. What’s inside? Who’s it from? Read more at youngwritersproject.org.
Prompt: Eternal Night
What would you do
If you woke up one day
And found that in the sky above
The sun had been taken away
Would you cringe in fear
And quickly run and hide
Or would you not even blink
And look on the upside
There are some out there
Who look upon the dark with fear
Who the moment the lights go out
You find are nowhere near
They claim that in the dark
There are monsters great and small
Creeping, crawling, slithering
Just waiting to devour us all
Or would you be in the other group
Who come alive at night,
Who admire the moon and stars
And their peaceful gleaming light
Those who love the night
And don’t mind the dark one bit
Who wouldn’t miss the absent sun
If the universe would permit
Now think about yourself carefully
Would you be fine or quiver in fright
For you never know what might happen
If the world were plunged into an eternal night
Every day I wake up the same, the same boring way. Alarm goes off, lean over, hit snooze, lie there for five minutes more. Alarm goes off again I get up, open the shades. Turn on my light, open my closet, and the day begins.
Except for today. In the most unexpected way, today is different, much different. Not in the sense that I woke up late, or my closet is bare, but when I opened my shades, nothing was there. Not the sun peeking up over the mountains I look at from a distance, not even the moon or stars high in the sky. Just dark, all black…
To read the complete story, go to http://youngwritersproject.org/node/78759
February 10, 2013. 12:02 p.m.
I wake up, dizzy with reminisces of fading dreams, dreams of falling into darkness. Falling into a chasm, so deep that even light couldn’t travel out. I had kept falling, until it hadn’t made sense anymore. It almost felt like I had been floating. I didn’t expect the hard ground to shatter me anymore, but I was wrong. My eyes burst open, from the mental impact. It was just a dream, I tell myself, the darkness did not last. But it does. I’m still alone on my bed, surrounded by the blackness of the night.
I turn a light on, and peek at my watch. It’s only 12:02 p.m.. Wait, I sit up straight and look at the time again. 12:02 p.m.? p.m.? I repeat the numbers over and over in my head. That should be noon!
I rush to the curtains, pulling them apart. Blackness. Everywhere. I am stunned, but sensible enough not to just stand there. I climb back into bed, wrapping the blankets around me, hugging my knees. My parents are away on a business trip, leaving me alone in the house. It was winter break. I gently rock myself, trying to come up with a reasonable solution. The clock could be broken, or maybe I’m just too tired for what my brain perceives to make any sense. I glance at the clock every few minutes, as though it will make time speed up. But it seems to do just the opposite. For hours I remain curled up, not moving an inch, waiting for something, anything to happen. Finally I fall asleep again, realizing the worst feeling is loneliness, knowing that you only have yourself…
To read the complete story, go to http://youngwritersproject.org/node/78661
I was walking home from school one bright, sunny Tuesday afternoon in April. I’d had a perfectly normal day at school, and was expecting to have a perfectly normal afternoon as well (but I can assure you, my afternoon was not perfectly normal at all!). When I got home there was a HUGE box on my porch, and I mean HUGE! Seriously, that thing could fit a whole castle in it, and I’m not joking!
So I walked up to the porch and realized that this might actually be a castle because I had thought it was on the porch, but it was really 100 times bigger than the porch. It was covering the porch. I was very, very surprised to find that the package was addressed to me.
I followed the directions on the box (cut here; fold here). It was a castle! With all the cutting and folding I had cut and folded the cardboard into a castle with actual cardboard rooms and cardboard servants and cooks and maids. Even cardboard beds, quilts, blankets, and food! I pushed my cardboard castle (which was light because it was made out of cardboard!) behind a tree and covered it in leaves and sticks to blend in.
I spent the rest of the afternoon playing in my castle until Mom came home from work. I asked my mom if I could sleep outside that night and she said sure. She started walking to the attic to get a tent, but I stopped her and said “I don’t think I’ll be needing a tent tonight, Mom.” She looked puzzled but she didn’t question me. All she said was, “If you’re sure.” I ate dinner with Mom, kissed her goodnight, then ran outside, ran through the cardboard door, under the cardboard quilts, and into my cardboard bed, dreaming happy dreams about my cardboard castle.
To read the complete story, go to http://youngwritersproject.org/node/77575
The Farm Project, A YWP Writing Challenge: Win $50 with a matching $50 for a food or farm nonprofit of your choice. See the contest details and writing prompts at youngwritersproject.org. Due Friday, April 12.
Sponsored by The Vermont Community Foundation’s Food and Farm Initiative.
Six Words. Create as many six-word stories as you can. Alternates: News Story. Write an opinion piece based on a current news story. Take a side and make a persuasive argument — in a maximum of three paragraphs; and General Writing. Due March 22.
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