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Teen Writers

Hi. Welcome. This page is especially for teen writers who have taken Beckie's writer's workshop. Her hope is it will become a place to share your writing and connect with other teen writers. If you have writing you'd like posted on the page, just email it to Beckieweinheimer58@yahoo.com.

2008 Teen Writers ~ 2007 Teen Writers

The 3 little Nerds and the Big Bad Jock.
By Amos Brown

Once upon a high school…….

There were 3 little Nerds. Their teacher told them to go out into the school and start a club each. The first little Nerd (who was always the most positive) said “I’m going to start a Glee club.” The second little Nerd (who had the most free time on his hands) said “I’m going to start a D & D club.” And the third Nerd (who was the smartest) said “I am going to start an Advanced Geometry and Particle Algebraic Notations club.” So they each went their separate ways. The first little Nerd finished first and soon had a couple members. When the Big Bad Jock heard this he went to go mess with them. As soon as the Glee members heard him coming they ran away. The first little Nerd didn’t know what to do so he locked door as soon as the members were out. There soon came a knocking on the door and the Big Bad Jock said” little Nerd, little Nerd let me come in, or I’ll give you a noogie you’ll never forget!” And the little Nerd said “not on the sacred oath of Glee.” So the Jock huffed and purple nurpled and kicked the door down. Then he gave the Nerd a Super Atomic noogie. Now the second Nerd was just finished creating his D & D club and already had a few members. When Big Bad Jock heard this he marched right over. When the D & D members heard him coming they ran but before the second little Nerd could get out he decided to lock the door. There was a knock and the Big Bad Jock said” little Nerd, little Nerd let me come in, or I’ll give you a wedgie you’ll never forget!” And the second little Nerd said” not on Gary Gygax’s grave.” The Jock huffed and purple nurpled and kicked the door down. Then he gave the second little Nerd a Super Nuclear Atomic wedgie. Now the third little Nerd (who you should remember was the smartest) had just finished making his Advanced Geometry and Particle Algebraic Notations club and had a few members. When the Big Bad Jock heard about this he marched right over to give the third little Nerd a swirle. When the Advanced Geometry and Particle Algebraic Notations club members heard him coming they stayed right in their seats and kept reciting the square root of every third quantum particle when the Big Bad Jock came. The door was open so he didn’t have to knock but as soon as he came in the mathematics overwhelmed his brain and he swore to never to mess with smart people again.

And the Nerds lived happily ever after in their mothers attics.

THE END

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A Smile Upon the Clouds

By Kayla Feeney

          “He slipped, hit his head and fell.”

        “Wait a second, back up, what did she just say?”I thought to myself.

        My mother spoke sadly, telling me how he went in and out of consciousness. Everything was being blocked out as I would hear my mom’s echo over and over as I would hear my mom say,

        “He is [is, is] in a betterrr placeee now [now, now].”

        “How could this have happened?” I said to myself quietly. “He’s in a better place now? What is she talking about?! He is dead, gone, his time passed, no longer around the corner, vanished.”

        Grandma walked into the room, looking as if everything she had, her house, clothes and all of her belongings had been ripped from her hands, the truth was she still had everything except her stick thin, frumped and curled over, neat freak, smells like the scent of Clorox, one and only, Charles.

        “Grandma, Mom says that Char is in a better place now.” I told her with a confused look on my face.

        “Oh my darling,” she said with a smile trickling down her face as she tasted the saltiness, “he is.”

        Huh? I thought to myself.

        “Then why are you still crying?”

        “Oh my darling,” she repeated once more, “It’s a terrible thing to lose someone, but to know there is no suffering and they are always with us is so important to remember.”

        As I walked to school the next morning I looked up at the clouds and saw his face with a smile smacked upon it and I swear that he winked. I smiled and winked back as the cloud floated on.