My own fascinating granddaughter has been published in this book on page 83. Here is her poem and some other great excerpts:
Feast
by Victoria Hutchinson
Victoria Hutchinson is fifteen years old and enjoys writing, drawing, and reading. Her hobby is doll-making. She lives in Cumming, Georgia with her parents. Her brother is a Marine in California. PS Her grandmother, Kathy Stemke, is a children's book author.
Scotland, 1189
Simon Darnell was six years old when he met his first Scotsman and fought his first fight. Kennan Maclachlan was of the same age when he met his first Englishman and fought… well, suffice to say, it was far from his first fight.
It started during the Border Festival, one of the few peaceful days in an age of war and unrest. The Scottish and English would stomach the sight of each other for three entire weeks while enjoying grand feasts and competitions. But the animosity never faded.
So when the wiry English boy toppled the makeshift fortress of twigs and stones Kennan had spent the past hour constructing, the latter decided to retaliate.
Naturally, Kennan, having the greater strength and experience, swiftly overpowered the small and skinny Simon. But Simon was as stubborn as he was proud, and it wasn’t long before Kennan was down in the dirt, spewing out lumps of mud.
That was when the fight truly began. Punches and kicks were heavily meted out as the two boys brawled. A solid punch to Simon’s jaw finally brought him crumpling to the ground. Simon squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the next blow. A moment passed. Then two.
When he finally deemed it safe to crack open an eyelid, Simon was astonished to see an outstretched hand. His opponent had a smile on his face and a trace of laughter in his greenish-gold eyes.
“Come on, take my hand,” the Scot said. When Simon didn’t budge, he added, “Yer not afraid are yeh, English?”
“’Course not!” Simon cried out indignantly. “You should be the one that’s afraid, cos I can make your left eye just as purple as your right!”
The Scot laughed. “Yer not bad for an English.” He pulled Simon to his feet. “I’m Kennan, future laird of the Maclachlan clan,” he announced pompously.
Simon shook his outstretched hand. “And I’m Simon, future… uh… future soldier,” he concluded. “I’m going to fight in King John’s army.”
“Ha! Papa says he can take down King John with one hand tied behind his back!”
“I bet I can take you down with both hands tied behind my back!”
“Want to try?” Kennan threatened, the fire returning to his eyes. Simon was already lunging for his throat. Within seconds, the boys were again rolling on the ground.
“Peace! Peace!” Kennan finally called out.
“Too scared, Scot?” Simon taunted.
“No, it’s just that Mother’s making mincemeat pie, and I want to get to the cottage before Alec eats it all.” Kennan was halfway down the hill before he turned back. “D’yeh want to come for supper?”
“No way! I – ” Simon began before his stomach let out a loud growl. He looked up at a smirking Kennan. “Well, I s’pose I can bear with you a little while longer if I’m getting mincemeat pie.”
And so a friendship began.
1193
Dear Simon,
Papa says we kinnah be friends no more. He says I kinnah talk to you ‘less you start speaking Gaelic and wearing plaid. Seeing as yer English, I dinnah think that’s happening very soon.
Good-bye,
Kennan
1206
Friend,
Should our armies ever clash, know one thing: I will not raise my sword against you.
Sir Simon Darnell of King John’s Army
1212
“We’ve caught another one, Laird Kennan.”
“Aye, Cormag,” Kennan Maclachlan said as he accepted the warrior’s sword and strode down the hill. “Those Englishmen have been coming in droves lately. Blasted nuisances.”
“Gavyn wanted to do the beheadin’, but I thought you might want to, being laird an’ all,” Cormag remarked.
Kennan groaned. In truth, he hated beheading – English or otherwise. But what Cormag said was true; he was laird, and the clan always came first.
Cormag led him to where Gavyn waited with the bound soldier. Kennan tightened his hold on the sword and inhaled sharply, dreading the duty before him.
That was when the Englishman turned to face him.
Kennan dropped the sword, his lips inadvertently tugging upward. “Simon.”
“Thank God, Kennan! Thought I was going to be beheaded back there.” Simon’s relief was starkly evident.
“Keep yer mouth shut, English. Yer pollutin’ the Highland air,” Gavyn growled.
“An’ don’t yeh be speakin’ to the laird like that,” Cormag spat.
Kennan frowned. “Gavyn, Cormag –”
“For heaven’s sakes Laird, if yer not going to behead him soon, I’d be happy to do the duty,” Gavyn interjected.
“That won’t be necessary,” Kennan said, staring at the sword on the ground. The clan. The clan always came first. Hands shaking, he bent to retrieve the sword. Then, eyes trained on the ground, he strode toward Simon.
But before he swung, Kennan made the mistake of looking into his old friend’s eyes, and the mix of sadness and resignation he saw there made him pause mid-swing.
“The clan comes first, Kennan,” Simon whispered.
“Aye, it does,” Kennan murmured. He slashed his sword through the ropes binding Simon’s wrists and ankles. “And I’m going to do the Maclachlan clan a great service today by sparing them from the sight of blood.”
“What in God’s name are yeh doin’?” Cormag bellowed. “He’s an Englishman!”
“Yer commitin’ an act of betrayal!” Gavyn’s voice was vehement.
“No, I’m committing an act of friendship,” Kennan announced in a steely tone that silenced his men.
“Take my hand,” he said to Simon. “Unless yer afraid?”
Simon chuckled as he accepted Kennan’s proffered hand. “You should be the one that’s afraid, cos I can make your left eye just as purple as your right.”
“Want to try?”
“I think I’ll settle for some mincemeat pie. I have yet to find someone who makes it better than your mama.”
“Laird?” Cormag ventured, an uneasy expression on his face.
“Aye, Cormag. Tell Cook to set an extra place at the table. We have a special guest tonight.”
Cormag and Gavyn were left gaping in disbelief as the two friends – one Scottish, one English – strolled down the hill.
Lucia Chen is a sophomore in high school. When she’s not writing, she enjoys holing up at the library with a good book or running with her high school’s cross country team. In addition to short stories, Lucia has dabbled in poetry and is currently at work on her first novel. She lives in Michigan with her mom, dad, and little brother.
Write On! For Literacy was founded by Dallas Woodburn in 2001 to encourage young people to discover confidence, joy, self-expression and connection to others through reading and writing.
Projects include:
• Annual Holiday Book Drive: as of December 2010, nearly 12,000 new books have been collected, sorted and distributed to disadvantaged youth. Donation sites include Boys and Girls Clubs, Project Understanding, Casa Pacifica, and the Ventura County Migrant Education Services. We have been told that for many recipients, these books are the only gifts they receive.
• Writing Contests: categories of short story, essay, and poetry for young writers in elementary school, middle school, and high school. Gift certificates to bookstores are awarded as prizes.
• Summer Writing Camp: held annually in Ventura, California for young writers ages 8-18. Students have FUN while also learning how to improve central components of their writing, including dialogue, characterization, plot and setting, through various creativity-inducing writing exercises.
• Classroom Visits: Dallas regularly visits schools to speak about her career as a writer and the importance of reading and writing.
• Online Resources: visit http://writeonbooks.org/ for author interviews, book reviews, inspirational quotes, and more. Dallas also interacts with youth – and adults – through her blog http://dallaswoodburn.blogspot.com/ and her free monthly email newsletter. Subscribe at http://www.writeon.org/.
Interested in joining Write On! For Literacy?
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by Victoria Hutchinson
They sit within the darkness,
waiting for the time to strike.
Hunger gnawing at their innards
They know what lies ahead.
Pawing at the soft ground,
they watch the events unfold:
The demons and angels fight overhead
One after another they fall.
Angels turned malicious and demons all the same
They fight not for honor but for the sake of fighting untamed.
This roar of battle is tainted not with bravery but with greed:
The greed of power and the lust of victory fill the air.
Slowly, the roar lulls into a hush
When all is quiet, they come out for their feast.
Rotting flesh and snapping bones the only noise now
What a feast, what a feast
Full of feathers not from fowl.
Victoria Hutchinson is fifteen years old and enjoys writing, drawing, and reading. Her hobby is doll-making. She lives in Cumming, Georgia with her parents. Her brother is a Marine in California. PS Her grandmother, Kathy Stemke, is a children's book author.
Take My Hand
by Lucia Kemeng Chen
by Lucia Kemeng Chen
Scotland, 1189
Simon Darnell was six years old when he met his first Scotsman and fought his first fight. Kennan Maclachlan was of the same age when he met his first Englishman and fought… well, suffice to say, it was far from his first fight.
It started during the Border Festival, one of the few peaceful days in an age of war and unrest. The Scottish and English would stomach the sight of each other for three entire weeks while enjoying grand feasts and competitions. But the animosity never faded.
So when the wiry English boy toppled the makeshift fortress of twigs and stones Kennan had spent the past hour constructing, the latter decided to retaliate.
Naturally, Kennan, having the greater strength and experience, swiftly overpowered the small and skinny Simon. But Simon was as stubborn as he was proud, and it wasn’t long before Kennan was down in the dirt, spewing out lumps of mud.
That was when the fight truly began. Punches and kicks were heavily meted out as the two boys brawled. A solid punch to Simon’s jaw finally brought him crumpling to the ground. Simon squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the next blow. A moment passed. Then two.
When he finally deemed it safe to crack open an eyelid, Simon was astonished to see an outstretched hand. His opponent had a smile on his face and a trace of laughter in his greenish-gold eyes.
“Come on, take my hand,” the Scot said. When Simon didn’t budge, he added, “Yer not afraid are yeh, English?”
“’Course not!” Simon cried out indignantly. “You should be the one that’s afraid, cos I can make your left eye just as purple as your right!”
The Scot laughed. “Yer not bad for an English.” He pulled Simon to his feet. “I’m Kennan, future laird of the Maclachlan clan,” he announced pompously.
Simon shook his outstretched hand. “And I’m Simon, future… uh… future soldier,” he concluded. “I’m going to fight in King John’s army.”
“Ha! Papa says he can take down King John with one hand tied behind his back!”
“I bet I can take you down with both hands tied behind my back!”
“Want to try?” Kennan threatened, the fire returning to his eyes. Simon was already lunging for his throat. Within seconds, the boys were again rolling on the ground.
“Peace! Peace!” Kennan finally called out.
“Too scared, Scot?” Simon taunted.
“No, it’s just that Mother’s making mincemeat pie, and I want to get to the cottage before Alec eats it all.” Kennan was halfway down the hill before he turned back. “D’yeh want to come for supper?”
“No way! I – ” Simon began before his stomach let out a loud growl. He looked up at a smirking Kennan. “Well, I s’pose I can bear with you a little while longer if I’m getting mincemeat pie.”
And so a friendship began.
1193
Dear Simon,
Papa says we kinnah be friends no more. He says I kinnah talk to you ‘less you start speaking Gaelic and wearing plaid. Seeing as yer English, I dinnah think that’s happening very soon.
Good-bye,
Kennan
1206
Friend,
Should our armies ever clash, know one thing: I will not raise my sword against you.
Sir Simon Darnell of King John’s Army
1212
“We’ve caught another one, Laird Kennan.”
“Aye, Cormag,” Kennan Maclachlan said as he accepted the warrior’s sword and strode down the hill. “Those Englishmen have been coming in droves lately. Blasted nuisances.”
“Gavyn wanted to do the beheadin’, but I thought you might want to, being laird an’ all,” Cormag remarked.
Kennan groaned. In truth, he hated beheading – English or otherwise. But what Cormag said was true; he was laird, and the clan always came first.
Cormag led him to where Gavyn waited with the bound soldier. Kennan tightened his hold on the sword and inhaled sharply, dreading the duty before him.
That was when the Englishman turned to face him.
Kennan dropped the sword, his lips inadvertently tugging upward. “Simon.”
“Thank God, Kennan! Thought I was going to be beheaded back there.” Simon’s relief was starkly evident.
“Keep yer mouth shut, English. Yer pollutin’ the Highland air,” Gavyn growled.
“An’ don’t yeh be speakin’ to the laird like that,” Cormag spat.
Kennan frowned. “Gavyn, Cormag –”
“For heaven’s sakes Laird, if yer not going to behead him soon, I’d be happy to do the duty,” Gavyn interjected.
“That won’t be necessary,” Kennan said, staring at the sword on the ground. The clan. The clan always came first. Hands shaking, he bent to retrieve the sword. Then, eyes trained on the ground, he strode toward Simon.
But before he swung, Kennan made the mistake of looking into his old friend’s eyes, and the mix of sadness and resignation he saw there made him pause mid-swing.
“The clan comes first, Kennan,” Simon whispered.
“Aye, it does,” Kennan murmured. He slashed his sword through the ropes binding Simon’s wrists and ankles. “And I’m going to do the Maclachlan clan a great service today by sparing them from the sight of blood.”
“What in God’s name are yeh doin’?” Cormag bellowed. “He’s an Englishman!”
“Yer commitin’ an act of betrayal!” Gavyn’s voice was vehement.
“No, I’m committing an act of friendship,” Kennan announced in a steely tone that silenced his men.
“Take my hand,” he said to Simon. “Unless yer afraid?”
Simon chuckled as he accepted Kennan’s proffered hand. “You should be the one that’s afraid, cos I can make your left eye just as purple as your right.”
“Want to try?”
“I think I’ll settle for some mincemeat pie. I have yet to find someone who makes it better than your mama.”
“Laird?” Cormag ventured, an uneasy expression on his face.
“Aye, Cormag. Tell Cook to set an extra place at the table. We have a special guest tonight.”
Cormag and Gavyn were left gaping in disbelief as the two friends – one Scottish, one English – strolled down the hill.
Lucia Chen is a sophomore in high school. When she’s not writing, she enjoys holing up at the library with a good book or running with her high school’s cross country team. In addition to short stories, Lucia has dabbled in poetry and is currently at work on her first novel. She lives in Michigan with her mom, dad, and little brother.
Write On! For Literacy was founded by Dallas Woodburn in 2001 to encourage young people to discover confidence, joy, self-expression and connection to others through reading and writing.
Projects include:
• Annual Holiday Book Drive: as of December 2010, nearly 12,000 new books have been collected, sorted and distributed to disadvantaged youth. Donation sites include Boys and Girls Clubs, Project Understanding, Casa Pacifica, and the Ventura County Migrant Education Services. We have been told that for many recipients, these books are the only gifts they receive.
• Writing Contests: categories of short story, essay, and poetry for young writers in elementary school, middle school, and high school. Gift certificates to bookstores are awarded as prizes.
• Summer Writing Camp: held annually in Ventura, California for young writers ages 8-18. Students have FUN while also learning how to improve central components of their writing, including dialogue, characterization, plot and setting, through various creativity-inducing writing exercises.
• Classroom Visits: Dallas regularly visits schools to speak about her career as a writer and the importance of reading and writing.
• Online Resources: visit http://writeonbooks.org/ for author interviews, book reviews, inspirational quotes, and more. Dallas also interacts with youth – and adults – through her blog http://dallaswoodburn.blogspot.com/ and her free monthly email newsletter. Subscribe at http://www.writeon.org/.
Interested in joining Write On! For Literacy?
We are always looking for new members who are passionate about reading and writing! Visit http://www.writeon.org/ to learn more about what we do and share your ideas. You can also volunteer to host an event or start a chapter of Write On! in your town.
KATHY STEMKE'S WEBSITES:Moving Through all Seven Days link:http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/moving-through-all-seven-days/7386965# http://www.helium.com/users/406242.html http://www.associatedcontent.com/user/237923/Kathy_stemke_dancekam.html
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7 comments:
I thorougly enjoyed the youth's writing. When I was at school I really hated poetry, it wasn't until I was widowed that I could put my innermost thoughts into a poem. Oh they maynot be Shelley or Keates but it's my life's experiences.
It was so interesting to see the way these people wrote and I learned much from the youth.
Thank you.
Yvonne.
What wonderful writing by kids. And, your granddaughter is a talented young lady.
Dallas is amazing for initiating this type of publication for children.
Thanks for stopping by to encourage our youth ladies.
Kathy, thank you so very much for this marvelous post!! The young writers and I really appreciate your support. And thank you Karen and Yvonne for your kind words!
Congratulations to your granddaughter & the other talented writers in this book.
Blessings,
J. Aday Kennedy
The Differently-Abled Writer & Speaker
Children's Author of Klutzy Kantor & Marta's Gargantuan Wings
www.jadaykennedy.com
http://brainfartexplosion.blogspot.com
Thanks Aday!
Woa - I think we have some real talent here! Nuture that youngster along, Kathy - fine potential. :-)
Marvin D Wilson
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