Publish polished student writing inspired by this contest-winning photo here!

[Publishing Voice]

Each year, the WritingFix website sponsors a Digital Photo Contest for students and teachers nationwide.  The goal is for students to take pictures that would inspire their classmates to want to write the "story behind a picture."

 

Click here to access WritingFix's Digital Photo Resource Page! 

 

At right, you see the student-winning digital photograph from our 2009 contest.  It was taken by middle school student Trae Jones.

 

If you use this photo in class as a writing prompt, and then have a student like what they're writing so much that they take their writing through the writing process, we want to see their published stories posted here!

 

No rough drafts please.  We're looking for polished writing inspired by this photograph!  Final drafts of stories can be pasted or attached in the "Reply to This" box below.

 

Very Important:  Teachers, please only share your students' first name and grade level with us when you post the writing on their behalf.  Do not post last names or school names, or the posts will be deleted.

 

Twenty-five Teachers every semester will win a free classroom resource!  Each semester, we choose 25 new students to publish at our online lessons directly at the world-famous WritingFix website. To have your students' writing considered, it can be posted below in the box underneath  this posting.  In November and May, we will select the 25 students whose writing impressed us the most, and if your student(s) is selected, you will be asked to choose from any of the NNWP Print Publications (http://www.unr.edu/educ/nnwp/publications.html) for us to send to your classroom.

 

Help us celebrate your writers.

 

--Corbett Harrison, WritingFix Webmaster

[Ashley Crossno]

Endless, 5th Grade

[Ashley Crossno]

Never Ending Road, 5th Grade

Runaway, 5th Grade

The Past Road, 5th Grade

[Ashley Crossno]

Everlasting Road, 5th

Hope, 5th

Lost, 5th

 

[Ashley Crossno]

O'Little Never-ending Road, 5th

The Never Ending Road, 5th

The Road of Life, 5th

[Ashley Crossno]

The Road, 5th

[Lisa Hamilton]

The Winding Road Ahead of Me

By Lily, 8th Grade, August, 2011

 

The Winding Road Ahead of Me
The road is straight for now
But I view the winds and curves ahead
I keep on walking not worried about it just yet
Sometimes I don't know what's coming
I can't prepare until the giant hill is right in front of me

I traipse up it straining with every step
I cry out “Help!!”
But no one is around
Then I fall and tumble down the hill
I hear a far off voice say “Try again,” so I do

This time it's easier
I some how feel a hand helping me up to the top
I get there and in the distance I see a town
A lovely town I long to get to
But still there ahead of me is
……a winding road
 

[Ann Worley]

Nick, Grade 8

The Return

Geez, it seems like I have been walking on our old, country road forever. It leads to our farm, where Papa always taught me how to work hard and to do my schoolwork. He will be so disappointed. This is the exact road I walked on to get to school. I sure loved school and everyone knew it. I was always the top of my class, and was determined to be the first member of my family to go to college.

Oh boy. What will Mama and Papa think? They wanted me to go to college for so long, how will I tell them I dropped out to be an author? Mama will support me for sure, but I am worrying about Papa’s reaction.

My dream is to write a novel about work on the farm. It is very strenuous work, but it pays off knowing that you can grow and raise everything you need. I understand why Papa always looked down upon the people that have to buy everything without knowing how to make it. When I daydreamed about writing, Papa would always catch me, and say “Get back to work boy!”

I walk on this narrow road that my father built himself, and I can only hope that my family will understand my decision. As I come closer to our farm, I can hear the gentle clanking of cow bells. It brought a sudden moment of relaxation amidst all of the anxiety. I thought about myself when I was young, and getting the eggs out of the hen’s nest. I would have never imagined college or getting a job. I didn’t have any worries in my life at that time.

Finally I’m standing before our small cottage. Through the rickety screen door, I could hear Mama cleaning dishes. And then I walk in. . . .