Wednesday, May 09, 2007

In READ Magazine's pirate issue (yar), we asked you to write the conclusion to a story called The Pirate's Life For Me. To read the first part of that story, click here. To read Deb Chadwick's conclusion... keep reading.

The Pirate's Life For Me (Part II)
- by Grace Kim, Grade 7

As I rose, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Pirates, with eye patches, crutches, and talking parrots on their shoulders, all shouting, "Ahoy, Master Keith!" and grinning with their black and gold teeth showing between their lips. It was just as I read in books and magazines. They all had either a pistol, or a dagger with curved edge. I closed my eyes and thought, what if this was all a dream? Soon I'll have to wake up and see those ugly amateur clowns trying to perform their dumb tricks. I slowly opened my eyes wishing it wasn't a dream. I could still hear the loud voices of the pirates, smell the salty water, and see the blue wave hit the wooden walls of the ship.

I reached into my pockets and touched the golden brooch. Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe it was real. Maybe it was magic.

I looked around. Some pirates were drinking rum. Some were eating apples from the barrels. Some were examining the map, and some were sword fighting. I didn't want to go back home. I much rather wanted to spend my 13th birthday with these real pirates than some dumb clowns. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

"What shall we do, lad?" asked Uncle Petey, munching on an apple.

"Let's go find hidden treasures! Or invade another ship! Anything that pirates do!" I answered.

"Then treasures it shall be!" exclaimed Petey.

"Ahoy! Land!" shouted the lookout. As we approached through the fog, a figure of an island slowly appeared. Something bright flew in front of my eyes. Then another, and another. Finally, after my sight was filled with those bright lights, one of them landed on me. As I looked at it closely, I figured it was a pixie.

The pixies were figures of tiny people in elf suits with wings like those on butterflies. They danced in the air, making our way brighter through the fog. Uncle Petey grabbed one of them and trapped it in an empty lantern. The trapped pixie banged the glass wall of its cage, trying to break it open. It was no use.

Our ship reached the shore and we came down to the beach. Uncle Petey took out an old map from his pocket. Looking around he spotted a palm tree, much taller and leaner than the others. He walked toward it, and we followed, each holding a pixie lantern. Uncle Petey walked through the forest, looking down closely at the map. He walked for about two hours and then stopped. He ordered some of his men to dig up an area. They dug for a long time, but there was nothing. No treasure, no jewelry, no gold, silver, no nothing.

"What is goin' on?"

"We don't know, sir."

"It says right here! On the map!" Uncle Petey turned to the pixie in the lantern.

"Where is the treasure?"

The pixie gave no answer.

"Where is the treasure?!"

Still no answer. Uncle Petey became irritated.

"Fine. If you tell me, I will let you out."

The pixie shook its head.

"I'll give you 1/10 of the treasure if you tell me."

Again, it shook its head.

"I'll give you half if you tell me."

Still, no use.

"I'll give you 90% if you tell me."

The pixie finally smiled and nodded. Uncle Petey opened the lantern and let the pixie out. It flew through the forest and we followed.

It led us to a plain where it was hard to tell where was where. It pointed to a spot and the men dug. Soon a wooden chest appeared. The men tried opening it, but it was to tightly shut. Uncle Petey looked at the pixie again. "I'll let all the pixies go, if you open it."

The pixie shook its head.

"I'll give you 93% of the treasure if you open it."

The pixie still shook its head.

"I'll give you 95% if you open it."

The pixie shook its head again.

"Argh! I'll give you 98% if you open it." Finally the pixie nodded and flew into the keyhole of the chest. When the chest was opened - from the inside - it was full of jewels, gold, and silver. The pirates were delighted, but they remembered that they had to give the 98% to the pixies. Not wanting to share, the pirates grabbed the chest and ran to the ship. Unfortunately, they got lost. They looked at the pixies and begged.

"We'll give you 99% of the treasure if you lead us to our ship."

The pixies shook their heads.

"ARGH!!!! We'll give you ALL of the treasure if you lead us to our ship." 

The pixies agreed and led the pirates back to their ship.

As soon as we were about to leave the island penniless, one of the pixies grabbed me. It handed me something. It was my mother's jewelry box. I then remembered my parents and what kind of confusion they must be in. Then I started to miss them. I went to Uncle Petey and said, "I think I should get going, now." Uncle Petey looked at me with amusement.

"If you say so."

With a blink of an eye, I was suddenly back in my bed. I was in my pajamas, and it was morning. Mother's jewelry box wasn't with me. I got dressed and went downstairs. My parents were in the living room with some dumb clowns.

Even though I was in my bed when I came back, I know it wasn't a dream.

It was magic.


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StudentWriter    Posted by
StudentWriter
on 5/9/2007
8:13 PM
 Tuesday, May 08, 2007

In the April/May issue of Writing Magazine, we published the picture below and asked you to write a story about it. The following is one of the many 1,000 Word interpretations we received. Enjoy!

The Journey
- Allison Bowling, Grade 7

As the turtle slowly pulled its body over the wet sand, seagulls circled above, ready to swoop in. The small creature struggled to reach the safety of the sand dunes where the woods left the vast sea behind, a memory soon to be forgotten.

For hundreds of years turtles have crossed this path hoping to make the journey across the isolated island. But crabs and seagulls swarm the path knowing that the unlucky turtles will come this way. Few ever leave the island.

As the small turtle slowly crawled across the beach, sand sticking to his shell, crabs began to gather preparing for an easy meal. When the turtle realized that his end was near, he gathered up his last bit of energy and safely made it to the forest.

He slowly made his way through the short patch of trees, leaving the sand behind. Over the next three hours the turtle covered the distance of the land. At once when coming to the end of the stretch of trees he stopped to ponder whether he should leave the safety of trees where the predators dare not enter.

Reluctantly but steadily the small creature pulled himself onto the sand and across the beach. As the seagulls began to swarm and crabs began to gather, the turtle pushed himself on, soon reaching the wet, foamy sand.

As the tide slowly carried the turtle back to sea, other turtles began their journey, hopeful they could make it too.


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StudentWriter    Posted by
StudentWriter
on 5/8/2007
8:03 PM
 Monday, May 07, 2007

In READ Magazine's pirate issue (yar), we asked you to write the conclusion to a story called The Pirate's Life For Me. To read the first part of that story, click here. To read Deb Chadwick's conclusion... keep reading.

  

The Pirate's Life For Me (Part II)

- Deb Chadwick, Grade 11

I have been on this boat for the past 8 months and I have learned a lot: how to sword fight, rob ships, and gain the trust and respect from all of the other pirates. The one thing that I love the most is my new sword. From the very moment I held it, I knew that it was mine.

Uncle Petey has taught me well and I hope I've made him very proud. One day, Uncle Petey had been looking for Black Island, a dangerous island where the dead wander. He had said that a lost but very valuable treasure could be found there, but the treasure was protected by some kind of a monster. When the island was near, Uncle Petey and I lowered the smaller boat into the water and began to row toward the island.

 

Uncle Petey seemed scared as we entered the cave. The closer we got to the treasure the colder we became. We entered a chamber that was large and damp. Water was dripping from the ceiling. As we got closer to the treasure we saw the monster. She was half-woman, half-snake, and she had a very long tail.

 

Uncle Petey told me to get the gold while he distracted her, but I was the only one to get out of the cave alive. When I got back to the ship, I told everyone what had happened. The next day we had Petey's funeral. We filled a coffin with all of Petey's belongings and set it off to sea on fire. When it was over, all the other pirates decided that I should become the new captain because of my bravery. It's been 3 years since we lost Petey but I promised everyone that I would be just as good of a pirate as he was.


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Bryon    Posted by
Bryon
on 5/7/2007
7:26 PM
 Friday, May 04, 2007
I'm sailing away today, to a new job and opportunity. Change isn't easy, but every time I balk at the notion of it, I'm reminded of a poem from Edgar Lee Masters's Spoon River Anthology.

If you haven't bumped into it yet, Spoon River Anthology is a must-read collection of poems by the inhabitants of a fictional town, Spoon River, in Illinois. Each poem is an epitaph by the people of that town, and together they reveal many, many secrets, and tell one big story. It is said that many of the characters in this poetry collection were inspired by various people Masters came to know throughout his life.

So, anyway, the poem is a short and simple one:

64. George Gray

I HAVE studied many times 
The marble which was chiseled for me— 
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. 
In truth it pictures not my destination 
But my life.         5
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; 
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid; 
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances. 
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life. 
And now I know that we must lift the sail  10
And catch the winds of destiny 
Wherever they drive the boat. 
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, 
But life without meaning is the torture 
Of restlessness and vague desire—  15
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

When I graduated from high school, my friend Gift inscribed and painted this poem for me, and gave it to me in a simple wooden frame. This frame is one of those things that I have carried around with me wherever life has taken me.

Those lines: "I know that we must lift the sail / And catch the winds of destiny/ Wherever they drive the boat" ... well, they remind me everyday that I must not be afraid of change, of taking chances, and of going out on a limb ... and that's a good thing to be reminded of, isn't it? I think George Gray would agree.

I hate the word goodbye. Don't you? It has so much finality attached to it. So, I'll turn to other words in other languages or from other times to take leave of my WORD comrades:
A bien tot - French, literally translated as "in good time" .... i.e. see you around
Au revoir - French, literally translated as "to be seen again" .... i.e. see you soon
Farewell - from Middle English "fare thee well," may all go well with you
Phir Milenge - Hindi/Urdu, literally translated as "we'll meet again"
The world is a small place so ... yes, we will meet again -- maybe when we cross each other on our respective sail boats on the ocean of life ... or on the page, if nowhere else.

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Sandhya    Posted by
Sandhya
on 5/4/2007
3:50 AM
 Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Thank you to all the students who wrote conclusions to "The Pirate's Life For Me", a story that was featured in READ Magazine (Issue Date April 27, 2007).

Just wanted to let you know that, yes! we got them! And we'll be posting the best of them next week, right here on WORD. But that's not all...

We have also received many "1,000 Words" interpretations concerning a certain turtle that escaped from a picture frame! This image, of course, was in the April/May issue of Writing magazine and we will be posting the best of those next week as well!

Next week's shaping up to be big in the world of student writing! You're not gonna want to miss this!

So come on back! Every day next week, starting Monday, May 7 all the way through to Friday, May 11! It's pirates and turtles week here at WORD!

Who loves, ya baby?*

*Editor's Note: Please don't sue us, Telly Savalas.


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Bryon    Posted by
Bryon
on 5/2/2007
8:28 PM


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