Nov 12, 2012
Scenes from a Writing Retreat, Part 4
Bowling. On the ferry to Nantucket. Nantucket. On the way to kickball. Obligatory group shot: 1800’s deadpan style. Crazy faces. Just happy.
Nov 11, 2012
The Beach
A note on retreat life from Sita Everything is amazing here in Hyannis. My only complaint is that there is too much to do and the end is fast approaching. I should focus but when some one says, “We’re going to Common Grounds” or “Let’s go walk on Main Street” I automatically respond with “Ooh […]
Nov 10, 2012
A Call
An excerpt from Tassie’s story “Your Majesty?” A small man squeaked, as he stood behind her chair. Deep brown eyes turned to meet his. He quickly averted his gaze, but not before the golden flecks of the eyes caught his attention, sending a shiver through his body. Just the sight of those eyes caused many […]
Nov 10, 2012
Daniel Part 1
By Chase Hamrick Daniel looked at the ground as he and his two best friends, Mike and Ethan walked to the field in the park. He looked up at the darkening sky he thought to himself, tonight… it will happen tonight. As they sat in the picture perfect field the three of them laid back […]
Nov 7, 2012
The Retreat
A summary of retreat livin’ by Sophie. (Who doesn’t post too much.) What has it been like to live in a hostel with twenty-five unschooled teenagers? It is amazing. Just in the last night I have laughed and cried but been too happy to care about it. I can’t count how many disapproving and weird […]
Nov 6, 2012
Sleep (or lack thereof)
A note from sleep-deprived Sophie. I remember sleep. (Disclaimer to myself. Even though I am really happy and don’t regret staying up all night I don’t ever want to do it again! Read this every time I want to pull an all-nighter. The title isn’t a joke.) When Raven and I were walking to the […]
Nov 6, 2012
A Grey Area
(An excerpt from Sita’s writing project) He was wasting precious time. I guess he didn’t really have anything to do with his time except waste my time. A big man who had nothing but smallness inside. He would go home to his humdrum life, a wife who he didn’t really love anymore, and wallow in […]
Nov 5, 2012
The Letter
An excerpt from Zaill’s writing project. A scream woke Sammy from his sleep, and he ran downstairs towards the sound of his mother’s wailing cries. He found her slumped over the kitchen table, one hand clutching her heart and the other shaking as it held a neatly creased letter. She was trembling all over in […]
Nov 4, 2012
Resistance and Love
I’ve been procrastinating on my main writing project for multiple days now. All it took was this one page from Stephen Pressfield’s excellent book, The War of Art, to get me back on track. Resistance is directly proportional to love. If you’re feeling massive Resistance, the good news is, it means there’s tremendous love there […]
Nov 4, 2012
The Rendez Vous Cafe
An excerpt from Zaill’s writing. I walked into a late night cafe just off main street, and the tired looking girl behind the counter pulled her eyes up from her magazine to stare at me as I was passing. “Hey kid!” she called me back annoyedly, cocking her head and saying none too shyly, “You getting anything?” […]