Do you think you have a novel inside of you screaming to get out? Here is your chance. November is National Novel Writing Month and YOU can participate. Check out their cool website here:
NaNoWriMo Young Writers Program
You will find everything you need to begin writing your novel during the month of November. If you choose to participate, please let me know, as it will (of course) be worth oodles of extra credit for you.
Write ON!!!
Things in a House
The T.V. blinks its eyes at me,
As the door waltzes back and forth,
And guitars sing back at me,
While the computer hums an electric song,
The sofa lounges in the living room,
Then toys call me to play,
And the lamps sneeze light everywhere.
N.P
My Car Ride
The cars bustled around us,
As the horn screamed at cars,
And the mountain grew taller,
While the trees walked across the plain,
As the lake stood still,
And the clouds seemed to dance across the sky.
M.D.
Christmas
The Christmas tree is showered with light,
While Christmas lights whisper as they are being hung,
And the presents enjoy being opened,
While the cookies perfume themselves,
The ornaments on the tree are calling me,
As the candles sing with joy,
And the stockings are exclaming with being filled.
P.W.
ART
The canvas silently waited,
As the paints poured onto the palette,
The pencil danced on the paper,
And the paintbrush swept across the surface,
The paper begged to be drawn on,
As the acrylic paint applied itself across the portrait.
The painting spoke to me with its beauty.
E.S.
The Jungle
The tiger screams to awake the animals,
While the birds whisper a soft song,
And the lion shouts to warn of attackers,
While the alligators sneak for morning food,
The coyotes yell to alert the pack,
And the jungle parties to have a good time.
C.C.
End of the Day
Bookbags jump out of lockers,
Coats flail with excitement,
Busses spring to life,
Bicycles sprint away,
Cars rescue children,
School slowly dies,
A
s the bell announces the end of the day.
C.R.
Thanksgiving
The turkey ran around the table,
While the ham screamed in my mouth.
The dishes chatted in the sink,
My aunt’s house echoed and bounced.
The candles winked as I walked by,
The stuffing sprinted across the table into my mouth,
My pumpkin pie danced and whistled down my throat.
M.A.
Video Games
My controller is lounged in my hands.
My game system is humming with delight.
The TV grumbles as the noise continues.
The couch moans under the weight.
Bottons shriek as they are pressed rapidly.
Fingers skip over buttons as I play my video game
H.K.
