By: Junior

Malcolm X and Greg

This November, 826DC is thrilled to publish our very first compendium: a collection of the best of the best from our first five years. To celebrate the release here on the blog we will be posting a weekly podcast consisting of selections from the book, read aloud by students, volunteers, staff, and other friends of 826DC. So find a comfy spot and get ready to listen, savor, and share the words of our most inspiring young authors. This project is made possible in part by support from AT&T Aspire.

You Will Be Able to Say a Thousand Words collects the best writing from 826DC’s first five years of running fun and unique writing-based programs. Spanning genres and styles, students ages 6-18 imagine dangers on the high seas, struggles with bullying, and mourn loved ones. From advice to their former selves to advice for the reader, students begin a journey that starts on the page and ends in the boundlessness of the imagination.

This week’s featured piece from the collection is “Malcolm X and Greg” by Junior, first published in the After-School Tutoring chapbook, How to Act Like a Human. Reading it for us is Julie, a fifth grader who currently attends After-School Tutoring.


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Once upon a time, there was a superhero named Greg. He was just about to finish his freshman year of college in DC. He went to The George Washington University. One day, he flew up to the sky and saw that someone was in trouble, so he flew down and saved him. After the savery, he had just noticed that the person he saved was Malcolm X. So then, Malcolm X hired Greg as his bodyguard and his messenger.

But one day, Greg got a vacation so he left with his girlfriend to go to Georgia, where his family was. So one day, when Greg was in Georgia, Malcolm X got shot giving a speech in New York City. Just when Greg heard the news, he flew back to New York City. When he got to New York City, Malcolm X was dead.

Greg decided to go to Malcolm X’s family to tell them the bad news. After that, Greg did not have a job so he went back to saving the world and going to college.

Greg had a dream about what would have happened if he didn’t take the vacation that Malcolm X had offered him. His dream was that he didn’t take the vacation and he stayed with Malcolm X. When Malcolm X was giving a speech in New York City there were some people disguised that were trying to kill Malcolm X. So Malcolm X started to give his speech and, at the middle of the speech, Greg saw the people that were trying to kill Malcolm X. So, Greg went into the audience to get to them before they committed the crime. Just when Greg saw them, the people were already taking their guns out and Greg ran as fast as he could and smacked the gun out of the guy’s hand and arrested him. He went to jail, and Greg saved Malcolm X again.

After that, everything went back to normal and everyone lived happily ever after.

By: Reginald

Ode to Anacostia

Home to

Kids running on pilgrimages until the street lights came on,

Anacostia,

Where you were bound to see ten ice-cream trucks a day,

And a pink pickled egg in someone’s hand.

Everybody knew everybody,

From Barry Farms to Wahler Place

Why so much beef now?

I remember when I discovered abandoned buildings,

Climbing until I couldn’t anymore.

Anacostia,

Where the 94 bus came.

Could you believe it was only 75 cents?

I will never forget–

The holder of my innocent thoughts.

Every day,

I lived in a different game,

From Freaky Friday

To Shame, shame, shame.

Anacostia,

Is a possibility.

Every portion of cracked concrete has a face,

Telling the history of how rich it was and will always be.

“Pinch me because I must be dreaming”

About Anacostia.

Home to culture,

Southeast, and finger-licking memories.

Home to Go-Go.

Anacostia.

By: Dayana

If We Did Not Have Hispanic Month

If we did not have Hispanic month, we would have no history.

Without history, we would not have culture.

Without the culture, we wouldn’t have food, dances, and language.

Because we celebrate culture, we celebrate everything.

We learn we think.

By: Winta

How to Escape Chocolate Quicksand

This November, 826DC is thrilled to publish our very first compendium: a collection of the best of the best from our first five years. To celebrate the release here on the blog we will be posting a weekly podcast consisting of selections from the book, read aloud by students, volunteers, staff, and other friends of 826DC. So find a comfy spot and get ready to listen, savor, and share the words of our most inspiring young authors. This project is made possible in part by support from AT&T Aspire.

You Will Be Able to Say a Thousand Words collects the best writing from 826DC’s first five years of running fun and unique writing-based programs. Spanning genres and styles, students ages 6-18 imagine dangers on the high seas, struggles with bullying, and mourn loved ones. From advice to their former selves to advice for the reader, students begin a journey that starts on the page and ends in the boundlessness of the imagination.

This week’s featured piece from the collection is “How to Escape Chocolate Quicksand” by Winta, first published in How to Survive Anything! Reading Ivan’s piece is Adam Mistler, a dedicated clerk for Tivoli’s Astounding Magic Supply who also helped select the works in this collection as a member of the Editorial Board.


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  1. If you are going somewhere, make sure you have an empty stomach.
  2. At least try to scream!
  3. If you have a knife, try to drag yourself out.
  4. If dragging yourself out does not work, eat your way out.
  5. If you get out, take some chocolate to eat on the way home.

 

By: Christopher M.

My Life as a Dog/Shark

This November, 826DC is thrilled to publish our very first compendium: a collection of the best of the best from our first five years. To celebrate the release here on the blog we will be posting a weekly podcast consisting of selections from the book, read aloud by students, volunteers, staff, and other friends of 826DC. So find a comfy spot and get ready to listen, savor, and share the words of our most inspiring young authors. This project is made possible in part by support from AT&T Aspire.

You Will Be Able to Say a Thousand Words collects the best writing from 826DC’s first five years of running fun and unique writing-based programs. Spanning genres and styles, students ages 6-18 imagine dangers on the high seas, struggles with bullying, and mourn loved ones. From advice to their former selves to advice for the reader, students begin a journey that starts on the page and ends in the boundlessness of the imagination.

This week’s featured piece from the collection is “My Life as a Dog/Shark” by Christopher M., first published in our “Smell This Story!” writing workshop. Reading it for us is 826DC Programs Director Lacey Dunham, self-proclaimed book nerd and cat wrangler.


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My agenda: Sniff something gross, save people from jellyfish, then poop everywhere and wait for people to step in it.

All around me there was sand and water.

“Help!” someone screamed.

“Sounds like jellyfish are attacking again,” I said. I jumped into action, ran into the water, swam over to that person, and bit the jellyfish without getting shocked. “Here comes my favorite part,” I thought.

“Thank you” said the person. “Here’s your 250 sausage bites.”

Mmmmmmm, they smelled good.  I said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to smell some butts.” I think someone farted in my face when I tried to smell their butt.

By: Sydney

Candy Art Island

One day, I was reading in my room, just relaxing, when I heard Samba music in my backyard! I went to the back and found Sydney, Brendan, Ciahna, and our relatives. They said they found a magical island called “Candy Art Island.” We went to the island and dropped off our suitcases in our gingerbread apartments. We went to a restaurant called “Le Candy.” After that, we went on a gummy bear safari and found a purple gummy bear named Pearl. Then, we went to “Lemonade Beach” where the water is actually lemonade! We all drank lemonade. After that, we dug for gummy worms so we could go fishing, but it started hailing snow cones so we had to go inside. We watched a show about “How to Train a Gummy Bear 2.” The hailing stopped pretty soon, so we swam with sea turtles. We did tons of stuff at Candy Art Island, but, sadly, fifteen weeks later, we had to go back home.

Au revoir, Candy Art Island!

By: Dina, Grade 4

Frenemy

It was a gray and rainy day. Kimberly looked out of the window and thought, “Oh no, indoor recess today. I’m going to get in a fight with Erica.” She felt worried, like she had butterflies in her stomach.

Kimberly, who had blond hair and was short, had started walking with her friends when Erica came and bumped into her.

Kimberly said, “Watch it.”

Erica said, “What did you say to me?”

Kimberly said, “You deaf?”

Erica ran away with her friends. Erica and Kimberly were enemies because their parents were enemies.

Kimberly went to her class. She sat in the back, because she never paid attention, and just doodled on a piece of paper.

BRRINGG! The bell rang for recess and lunch. Kimberly went to her locker and got her lunch. She sat down when she heard Erica whispering to her friends, and she overheard her name.

Kimberly hit the table with her hands and told Erica, “Why you talking about me?”

Erica said, “Because I feel like it.”

“Well, you can’t talk about me in front of me because you wouldn’t like nobody talking about you,” said Kimberly, leaving the table and going to another table. Kimberly felt really proud about what she had said to Erica. It made Erica’s mouth shut.

At recess Kimberly was playing tag in the cafeteria when the teacher said, “Time to go back to class.”

In class, Kimberly was still doodling on her paper, and she forgot what she had to do. She was almost asleep in her seat when the bell rang for dismissal. When she went to her locker to put her stuff away, there was a note, and it said: Meet me at the park. –Erica.

Kimberly was surprised. She didn’t know what to do: go to the park or go home. So she thought, “If I go, she’s going to think I’m not scared. But if I don’t go, she’s going to think that I am a scaredy cat.”

She went, and Erica was by herself, crying, and her black hair was down.

Kimberly asked, “Why are you crying?”

“Because I feel so bad that we are not friends because of our parents,” said Erica.

Kimberly said, “I have to go.” She left, running and thinking of what Erica said.

Kimberly tried to ask her parents about the big fight that her parents and Erica’s parents had, but her mom didn’t want to tell Kimberly the problem. Kimberly was still thinking about what Erica had told her.

The next day when she went to class, she had to sit next to Erica. Erica was smiling at her every time Kimberly looked at her. Kimberly wanted to be her friend so bad, but their parents were going to get mad at them.

The bell rang and Kimberly ran to her locker, got her lunch, and went to the lunchroom. She ate fast and went to recess as fast as a cheetah because she loved outdoor recess.

Kimberly was playing tag with her friends Andrea and Alessandra when Erica came and said, “Can I play?”

Kimberly said, “Fine.”

They all played tag together. Then, when they were walking to her class, Erica said, “Friends now?”

Kimberly said, “Okay, but what about our parents?”

“It doesn’t matter because true friends don’t care what happens. They still have their friendship,” said Erica. They both walked to the classroom together as friends forever.

By: Ana

La Vaca de Yoselin

This November, 826DC is thrilled to publish our very first compendium: a collection of the best of the best from our first five years. To celebrate the release here on the blog we will be posting a weekly podcast consisting of selections from the book, read aloud by students, volunteers, staff, and other friends of 826DC. So find a comfy spot and get ready to listen, savor, and share the words of our most inspiring young authors. This project is made possible in part by support from AT&T Aspire.

You Will Be Able to Say a Thousand Words collects the best writing from 826DC’s first five years of running fun and unique writing-based programs. Spanning genres and styles, students ages 6-18 imagine dangers on the high seas, struggles with bullying, and mourn loved ones. From advice to their former selves to advice for the reader, students begin a journey that starts on the page and ends in the boundlessness of the imagination.

This week’s featured piece from the collection is “La Vaca de Yoselin” by Ana Rubio Robles, first published in My Heart Went Beating Fast. Reading it for us is Vanessa, a life-long lover of Nutella who currently attends after-school tutoring.


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Yoselin estuvo en la granja y Yoselin estuvo tocando una vaca. La vaca se enfermo y Yoselin llegó a verla. Se quebró la pata y Yoselin quería sanar a la vaca.

Ana insistió –Yo quiero salvar a la vaca.

Pero Yoselin respondió de mala forma. Yoselin dijo –Yo quiero salvar a la vaca.

Las dos niñas empezaron a pelear.

Ana entonces dijo –Yoselin, tengo una idea. Las dos podemos salvar a la vaca.

Yoselin estuvo de acuerdo.

Yoselin estaba midiendo la venda para la vaca cuando escuchó que el granjero decía –Ya voy a matar a esa. Al oír eso, Yoselin se puso muy triste y se puso a llorar.

Ana se preocupó al ver a Yoselin tan apenada y le preguntó qué pasaba. Yoselin le contó.

–Yo le voy a decir al granjero que no mate a la vaca– comentó Ana.

Dicho y hecho, Ana se acercó al granjero y le dijo –Granjero, por favor no mate a la vaca, que Yoselin está muy triste porque usted la quiere matar. Nosotras vamos a sanar a la vaca. Ella está herida pero nosotras queremos que esté bien. Yoselin quiere sanar muchos animales.

Yoselin estaba con otros animales y con la vaquita. Yoselin quería llevarse a la vaquita y a la vaca que se quebró la pata y le dijo a Ana –Ana, quiero comprar la vaca porque está bonita.

–Sí, tiene una vaca muy bonita– dijo Ana.

By: Anthony

My Neighborhood

When I think of my neighborhood I think about food and different restaurants. I wish there were fewer scary people and scary things. I wish that my neighborhood was full of people who helped each other instead of hurting each other. I wish that people could leave their houses at 9:00 pm and not have to carry a knife or a chain or some sort of weapon.

I just wish….

By: Tiana

My Mother’s Shirt

My favorite shirt was handed down to me

From my mother dearest.

I was ten at the time.

She said it came from the year 1996.

From the moment I got it,

I felt everything my mother felt.

Like the time I was in her belly,

And she was wearing the shirt

To the supermarket,

So she could pick up our food.

I wonder what it was like for her

To try to stretch it over

Her pregnant belly, because

The size was a small

And thinking about her belly

Going into that shirt is a mystery.

I could feel me in that shirt,

And I wonder how is that possible.