One day I was running through the woods. It felt great, like my lungs were going to burst. I kept going, never wanting to stop. Suddenly, I saw something in the flowers move. It looked like a fairy girl, and she was waving her arms in the air. I stopped to see what I was looking at. I was sure it must be the medicine I was taking that was making me see things. But, there she was, a tiny girl with long hair and big eyes and wings. I asked her what she wanted. She said, “To be happy.” I said, “That’s up to you.” Then, I kept running.
By Sariah, 4th grade
A Celebration of Story, a benefit and auction for WITS, will feature award-winning poet and former WITS student Mark Doty, and honor Karl Kilian, Director of Programs at the Menil Collection, for his continued support of WITS and literary arts education.
The event, chaired by Lizzie and Scott Fletcher, features a silent auction, dinner, a spoken word performance by WITS students and a talk by Mark Doty. Funds raised from the evening help WITS send writers into school and community classrooms and inspire the imagination and creativity of more than 20,000 children throughout Houston.
Thursday, November 8, 2012 6 p.m.
Junior League of Houston
There are still a few tickets available; reserve your seat now.
WITS Writer Lesa Boutin
From the first time Carson read his work for my teaching partner, Rosa Nam, and me, we knew we had a jewel. When he shared his writing, we would stare open mouthed at each other. This piece, “More Silence, Fewer Words,” was inspired by “The Quiet World” by Jeffrey McDaniel. I have no doubt that the day will come when I am standing in an autograph line, book in hand, hoping to have Carson sign it, and I’ll be able to say, “I knew him when.”
More Silence, Fewer Words
It is the year 2024. Everyone has a word counter, and can only say one hundred words. Everyday. The day starts off with a hug, a kiss, and five words. “I love you too, Mom!” My amount of words decreases, like a time bomb. Tick-Tock. Lunch at school is silent. This isn’t unusual, though. Instead of yelling our disgust for lunch, we make faces. Basketball after lunch has changed with the new law. Instead of whooping and hollering when we get points, we all clap. Loudly. The bully hears and silently punches us. The videogames I play after school have changed. They now sound like the old video games my dad played, silent, with the occasional beep or ping. After the word-consuming phone call from Gramma, Mom says, “Dad didn’t make it. I’m so, so sorry.” I feel empty suddenly, and feel like I’m dead, too. At the funeral, I break the silence. “I loved him so much. Now he’s gone.” I cry. I say no more words, since I am at my limit. I go to sleep thinking how I have to do this everyday. Forever.
by Carson, 5th grade
Submitted by WITS Writer Lisa Boutin
Lesa Boutin is a children’s author who discovered a love for every aspect of a book’s life, from concept to completion. With a background in education, Lesa started her own publishing company, Boot in the Door Publications, in 2006, followed by the release of her young adult novels, Amanda Noble, Zookeeper Extraordinaire in 2007, and Amanda Noble, Special Agent in 2008. Lesa enjoys sharing her imagination and passion for storytelling with her students. Lesa taught at the AOS campus in this summer’s Creative Writing Camp.
Once there was a girl who grew weeds in pots, and every time she had an adventure, the weed of that day would grow as tall as her adventure. Her tallest weed was bigger than she was.
One day she was going to a pizza place, and she found a door hidden in vines. It was a rather large door. She decided to go through it. On the other side, there was a stream. Near the stream, there was a fence. On the other side there was a glowing tree. She went and climbed the tree. It had fireflies and fairies all over it.
The fairies picked her up and took her to a blank white place. Suddenly a farm dropped out of nowhere. She ran as fast as she could until she found a door and went through it. She was home again and next to her was a very large weed, even bigger than she was.
by Remandra, 3rd Grade
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