Writing Retreat 2012

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In the Name of Writing

Things I have had to google recently in the name of writing research: “Prom dresses 2001” (poofy and pastel, apparently) “Average height 11 year old girl” (4’3″) “Bad boy nicknames” (got nothing) “fictional charactername generator” (Recomended by Paul, but I still couldn’t name this dude! he is currently called Max. Not sure how I feel […]

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Sophie’s Update!

So after a lot of water and 80 mph sand buried into my skin and hair the night finally came to Hyannis. During the poetry reading last night Sage, Jessica, Lee, Laura and I were in the lounge ‘writing’ (well, Jessica was) when I discovered my computer had been stepped on by some strange force […]

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The storm

(Note from author Sophie: a “lamby” is a sheep skin that I have slept on and loved since I was a few days old.) Outside the window, wind rushes. It’s so strong it makes the grass move and form patterns. The sky is covered in a dark gray blanket. It reminds me of my childhood, […]

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Wherever There Are Unschoolers, There Is A Group Hug

(Note from author Virginia: I’m going to share a few anecdotes from my day, because I feel like they really show what it’s like here.) This morning I woke up in a bit of a funk and stumbled down to the kitchen to find Raven bouncing off the walls with happiness. The second she saw […]

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Scenes from a Writing Retreat, Part 3

Smores!  Mmm.  Morning “power hour” at Rendezvous cafe Pirate-themed mini golf!  Yarrr matey!  Wrong way, Cameron.  Guess which one is the statue.  Focus.  Cameron’s small group meeting.  Dev’s small group meeting. The daily board, maintained by Seraya (Dev’s daughter).

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Internet!!

(Thank you, Sophie.)

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The Illness

The illness flocked around us. We knew people had it but never thought so many had been lost to it. We felt lost in a sea of so many infected faces. They look at us like we are the odd ones, like we have are the sick ones. It’s funny how we look at them […]

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Haunted House

Chase sat down in the tall grass at the top of the hill to think about what he had done. It needed to be done he thought to himself as he laid back to look at the clouds passing by. He thought about going back to see if any of his friends could have possibly […]

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Poems

Pondering Wondering Skipping thro time my mind goes over the magic of this world from the friends we met to the lives we lead to the blossom of a flower and coral reefs to every little thing and all the big the coins we find scattered on the ground and the shapes of the clouds […]

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Wish You Were Here

Note from author Virginia: This is what I’m wrote during a 8-10am power hour. I was going to work on one of my short stories, but then I heard the song Wish You Were Here on the radio. That was the first rock song I really, truly fell in love with, and it made me so […]

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