The final Fall Writing Frenzy Analysis for the 2020 Winners is here!!!
Can I get a woohoo?
I have had so much fun learning and growing with you all, and honoring these wonderful writers as well was a nice added benefit that I don’t think we realized would come out of this analysis.
I hope everyone’s year is off to a great start and if not, that’s okay too. Some days, I’m doing great and others I’m just barely hanging on, and still others is a mix of the two. I’m a huge fan of feel your feelings, no matter who you are and what those feelings are, so I hope no matter how it’s going, you’re feeling your feelings and acknowledging that those feelings are valid. Then, if they’re bad feelings, I hope you have found ways to cope, for me it’s outright crying on my husband’s shoulder with my daughter asking if I’m sad and trying to cheer me up or dancing around my house or my classroom to upbeat songs like Don’t Stop Believing, Lover, and Better When I’m Dancing. That may be why I really loved and totally needed our Kidlit Dance Party in December and SURPRISE we’re totally doing another in spring, I’ll share more details here soon but it will probably be in March right before the Spring Fling Kidlit Contest, so I’ll be answering questions you all have about that live during the event too😍
Okay enough of my blabbering, it seems I stumped you all again in week 7, the themes you all found were phenomenal! The reason I placed them together was… characterization! All the pieces did a fantastic job of creating stellar characters in so few words.
Please remember our rules for analysis:
Every week I will try my best to share 5-8 pieces from the Fall Writing Frenzy Winners that have something similar, a theme, if you will. (Figurative gold star if you get the theme in your comment ;))
Please use the comments to share what you think is working for the pieces and why, and you even what you think can be improved if you notice anything. Then you can respond to each other’s comments and of course come back to the blog on Fridays for interviews and giveaways!
Please make sure to be constructive.
We want to learn and grow together in a safe environment.
example, if you think a piece was rambling (something I often do lol) please don’t say, “They’re rambling forever, can’t they just stop?” Try, “It seems to be a bit on the wordy side, maybe consider cutting out certain parts.”
Thanks for joining in the conversation!
Without further ado, here is our week 8 of our Fall Writing Frenzy analysis of the 2020 winners!
Chapter One: String Magic
By Melissa Mwai
Some kids say the magic happened because Rosalina Reyes had walked into the school exactly when the first autumn leaf fell. Others say it was because she could make halfcourt baskets with her eyes closed. Maybe it was the lab beaker fumes that misted around Rosalina like a spell.
Those things happened.
But they aren’t the truth.
The magic happened to Rosalina because of a string. Not a real string, but the thread of fate that weaves truth through a story. Everyone has a string, but Rosalina’s is silvery, shiny and strong, like a galaxy bursting with stars.
Rosalina’s string threads back to a long line of women with magic. Her abuela, Rosalina Carmen, creates paintings that change themselves if they are unfinished before the paint dries.
Following the string back centuries, the very first Rosalina was a Taino princess. She prayed for protection when her people were dying from diseases caused by conquistadors. She had lived over a thousand years.
But without her best friend, Rosalina Reyes needs more than magic to survive seventh grade.
KARMA IS A WITCH
By Michele Ziemke
Karma danced on a
cool autumn night.
The wind swirled,
the leaves twirled,
when Granny flew in on her broom.
“It’s time to prove your witchcraft!
Before the sun rises, you must brew your own potion
under the moon!”
Karma rushed to her kettle…
lots of fate,
and a dash of charity,
until her potion was perfect!
“Bippy boppy boo!
The kind of Kindness that you share,
will circle back to you!”
Karma waved her wand.
“Bippy boppy boo!”
The wind swirled,
the leaves twirled,
as her friends came out to play.
Sharita climbed a tree to rescue a kitten.
Wu fixed Jose’s broom.
Karma waited, but despite their good deeds,
nothing magical happened.
Charles sneered. “You’ll never be a real witch!”
Karma sighed. “Maybe I’m not ready.”
“Be patient, my lovely, and believe,” said Granny.
Karma waved her wand again.
“Bippy boppy boo!”
The wind swirled
the leaves twirled,
under the bright harvest moon.
Karma witnessed her magic…
Sharita’s new kitten purred in her arms.
Jose zoomed in on a fancy new broom,
with plenty of room for Wu!
But Charles flew by with toilet paper
stuck to his shoe!
Yes, Karma’s a witch!
By Brittany Pomales
Nobody parties like the Bones
The witching hour smash Bones
best Hallows’ eve bash Bones
The haunted house on the hill Bones,
with decorations that thrill Bones.
The jaw-flapping jabber Bones,
laugh out loud blabber Bones.
The shimmy-and-shake your rump Bones,
do the skeleton bump Bones.
The eyeballs in the punch Bones,
finest food to munch Bones.
The bob for apples —CHOMP Bones
Pumpkin carving champ Bones.
The dawn is breaking, “Goodbye Bones”
“Until next Hallows’ Eve,” reply Bones.
The Adventure of Skeeter S. Squirrel
By Ashley Chalmers
Skeeter S. Squirrel was late again, and this time was bad, bad, bad. This time, he was far from home and winter was creeping in. He held his newfound acorn as he stroked his bushy tail and peered ahead. His ears perked. His nose twitched. The first crisp snow wasn’t far away, not far at all.
There had to be a faster way home, there just had to be!
Oh dear, oh dear, he thought, his tail growing puffier.
Off to his side, he heard a rustling.
“Deirdre?” Skeeter called. “Is that you?”
But instead of the voice of his dearest deer friend, Skeeter heard a squawk that sent his tummy into a somersault.
Holding his acorn tight, Skeeter knew he had to run, run, RUN!
He veered into a pile of leaves, grateful to be camouflaged amongst the russet and gold. But it wasn’t enough.
Suddenly, Skeeter was floating. Then, he was flying… and soon, he was soaring! He watched as the trees below blurred past in ginger and auburn, and he laughed into the wind.
“I’m flying!” Skeeter cheered, sending a joyful “WHEEEEEE!” out into the sky.
And then, Skeeter remembered how he got here.
By Alicia Curley
There’s a story brewing around me. It’s cool, and it’s damp as it twirls and swirls. Teasing, tickling, begging to play –
But I don’t know how to play with it.
This story that’s brewing surrounds me. I let it in, and feel it thrash. Tangly and mangly, contracting and pushing. Stifled, restrained, begging to grow –
But I don’t know how to grow it.
There’s a story brewing inside me. It hints at what it could be. It uncoils and lengthens, stretching and shooting. Budding, blooming, begging for me to write –
But I don’t know how to write it.
This story that’s brewing consumes me. It questions all that I know.
Am I smart enough?
Am I strong enough?
Am I good enough?
To find the words for it to grow?
It swells, and it builds, this story inside, makes me feel like I just might explode.
It twists and transforms, until we’re both shaped anew.
I’m a story that’s brewing. I’m expanding, and burning, a force that’s unfurling. Longing, learning, begging to dare –
Am I brave enough to dare it?
I can’t wait to get this discussion underway about what we can learn from these creators and their pieces!
Kaitlyn Leann Sanchez
PS I hope you’re all enjoying Storystorm! The post today with Winsome today was amazing! If you haven’t read it, make sure to check it out!