by Bird Rzepniewski, age 10
Feeling happy for other people has always come naturally to me. My big brother strives to be the best person he can, which I admire. I got better at being happy for other people mainly because my big brother and I are always getting the next new thing, but my big brother is a lot richer and has better skill levels and stats in the game Hypixel Skyblock. I put together this guide for people like my little brother who haven’t yet mastered the skill of feeling happy for other people like I have.
by Jason Gaylor, age 8
Dear President Biden,
Please be better than Trump. Kids like me really want to go back to school, not just learning at home. In the future, I would like a world without racism. Also, America needs to stop global warming. Finally, please give everyone the COVID vaccine.
Also, give kids more playtime! As a kid, it can be a little scary in New York.
“Letter to the President” was published in How to Feel Happy for Other People. Written by our Write Away Workshops and Write After School students, How to Feel Happy…
by Ella Holland, age 9
Venus had just got home from school and her parents’ faces were in huge smiles.
“Will you go on a school trip in space?” they asked.
“Wait, did you just say ‘school trip in space?’” Venus asked in excitement.
They nodded. They were so excited because they worked at NASA headquarters.
“Our boss thought that it would be nice to let kids in space for the first time,” said her mom.
“And he picked your school to go to space,” her dad said.
“What do you think?” asked Venus.
“Hardy-har,” said her sister Luna, who…
by G.O. Doliber, age 10
One small robin sat atop a high branch upon a great old tree. The small robin whistled and chirped through its small beak, singing a loud, happy tune. The first rays of golden sunlight poured through the trees and hit a small cabin. She heaved a great sigh and stirred the pot with a hand-carved spoon. As the sun rose higher the golden rays of light hit the small cabin. Like most things in the woods, the cabin was old and worn-down, with moss and ivy growing on its walls. As the sunlight crept through…
by Elian D., age 10
The kind of ocean you see in the movies
Like the water in Moana
Blue like the stars
A blue galaxy
Like a blue Sour Patch Kid
Candy, melted into blue stuff
A blueberry taste
The kind from the movies
That good rich taste of blueberry stuff
“Blue Stuff” was published in How to Feel Happy for Other People. Written by our Write Away Workshops and Write After School students, How to Feel Happy for Other People is a collection of stories, poems, letters, short plays, and more on how to celebrate our friends, stories, and ourselves. Click HERE to download your digital copy!
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by Rocelin Jimenez
An eagle in the sky
soaring to heights too ambitious for her
learned to fly as a late bloomer, but worked to catch up
She has a hunger for improvement
She’s a beast ready to devour her prey
and ready to combat challenges in her way
She won’t let anyone take what’s hers
She has goals
and a passion worth fighting for
never fazed by the put-downs of others, she works twice as hard
She will fly to the sun
and then to the moon
until she makes it into the stars
by Athalia Elvis
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
Watching The Perks of Being a Wallflower during the summer of my sophomore year changed my life. That one hour and forty-five minutes made my life stop for a second, just to think. Like a snowman caught in the arctic tundra or a rat stuck on a pad of glue, I watched everyone pass me by and move, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t really want to.
Often, in relationships, it doesn’t work out if you don’t love yourself. If you don’t love yourself, how could you ever love…
by Shenandoah Fischer, age 7
I am a tiger
My voice is strong
I sound like a tiger
I sing with words from my guts
I hear with my strong tiger ears
I want to be a little more brave than I am
I think to push myself, even when it gets hard in life
I am a tiger, and I am fierce
“Tiger” was published in 826NYC’s last chapbook of 2020, It’s Raining Gemstones, Again. A collection of student writing from 826NYC’s Write Away Workshops and Write After School program, our latest and greatest chapbook encompasses the curious voices of our young authors. Help support the unique voices of our young authors by sharing their stories and making a donation! To receive notices about opportunities for your child, sign up for our youth writing opportunities newsletter.
By Giovanna Doliber, age 10
I woke up to a loud CRASH! I gasped and sat up in bed, my green eyes wide with surprise. I stared around the room. “Casey?” I tried to cry out but all I could manage was a choked whisper. Casey was my little six-year-old sister. Where am I? I thought. I looked out my window and saw red and orange flames devouring our backyard. I screamed and jumped out of bed. My blankets fell to the floor with a soft thump.
“Mom, Dad, CASEY?” I finally managed to yell. I had no idea what…
by Devin Adam, age 12
Two years ago, on Thanksgiving, I went to Long Island with my sister, my dad, and my mom. We went to my aunt’s house. It was the best Thanksgiving meal I ever had. The best thing I ate was the chicken. The chicken skin was crisp. The chicken was tender and drenched in gravy. My aunt made the chicken. There were about ten people at my aunt’s house, including my cousins, my sister, my dad, and my mom. We ate at the dining table.
My aunt made all the food. She made mac and cheese…