STUDENT WORK
Creative Writing I: Elementary School
(Surrealist Writing Workshop)
Derived from the Classic Surrealist Writing Game:
Exquisite Corpse
kitchen
dark and dusty
muddy loud wild
hog
dirt dust hay wood
oink
crunch bar hiding
behind tomato-filled quiet
tiny farmer’s field
green grass sunshine yells smile
warmth
prevent the dog from
sleeping
flower field
sunshine
grin cheers laughter
green plastic
- Group Project
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IN MY SECRET GARDEN A shimmering waterfall poses for pictures It waves like a wannabe ocean A high-heeled serpent catwalks cement That envies diamonds in the sun An ugly sign whimpers at the hawk soaring in the sky It wishes it, too, could fly But it’s forever chained to the heartless cold concrete - Natalie TUMBLE IN THE PAN Two mermaids Crawl in a cold abandoned gold pan On top of a trash can When their mom hops in ... The gold pan tumbles Into a puddle They swim, sing, and sit a bit. - Avery WHO AM I? Resting on the wet sand, Searching for my reflection in the waves Almost at peace with my mind, the ocean swallows me whole I toss and I tumble, turned upside-down in the rough sea Salt fills my eyes, yet I’m comforted by strange turtles, baby fish I wash up on the sand-speckled shore, face my wavy reflection - Natalie THE LOALA A red velvet lobster trots his way downtown only to find Lab 51, a tall tangly building With thorn bushes and security Guards protecting the Boss. The crusty ugly Bossman skips up, grabs the lobster, ya-yeets him Into the lab, shuts the door slam! Later that day, a blue-haired koala Sees the bossy Bossman sitting on a basketball bench. He sprints after her, kidnaps her, Throws her into a bubblegum Portal that teleports them to the lab. The portal pops and they find Themselves locked in a cage, Shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by bubbling potions, horses mooing, cows braying. The scientist pours pass-out pepper on the lobster, sleepy salt on the koala, and grabs poisonous powder. They both fall into a deep sleep. When they awake, they are reborn As one: lobster head, koala body. Loala cracks open the bars With their Hulk-like claws and escapes out the back door. Furious, Loala scratches the security guards to shreds. As they explore the world To be free of their troubles, Loala climbs a kayaking kangaroo And eats Easter eggs in England. Lobster head sobbing oh so loopy. - Margaret |
THE HAUNTED GARAGE A young boxer with glorious red hair stumbles into a garage, dark and gloomy. His eyes settle on a lonely tulip, growing up from the concrete, then the garage door slams shut BAM! He’s alone just like the tulip — blue-wrinkled and old. The tulip grows to the size of an unraveled giraffe. He’s now shaking as a wobbly white TV turns on the news. MISSING flashes across the screen. The tulip pulls his face close, stuffs his mouth with a cookie. He bolts toward the door, velvet pain pouring from his hand. - Margaret WEATHER REPORT The dark disformed bike crouches on a sad gray sidewalk beneath a great willow tree. When the clouds clear, the sun shines brightly on the lovable bike. - Natalie MOUNTAIN ADVENTURE Twirling disformed bike In Mount Everest grass Flips off a cliff into an old man Wheels roll away All the parts scatter One wheel slams his face Queasy, he watches The other wheel roll into the forest The weak man limps after the parts One by one, he builds A better bike The poor man is left noseless – Margaret BAD HORSE SAD PIG First the thirst in his mouth begins to happen. The boy reaches for his bottle When something goes… SNAPPEN! The horse makes a pig sound, The pig makes a horse sound, They box and steal each other's voices. The horse of course goes out for hay Out of joy lets out a neigh. The pig named Twig goes out for slop When he gets there his head drops PLOP! The shop is closed He lies down to doze. The horse honks like a pig, While the pig perfectly piles pies on his head. The horse honks, the pig piles over And finds a fight waiting for him. Wasted Pies! SPLAT! SMOOSH! Back to the boy, who does not get his water. The pig is quite vicious today And made his hand SNIPPITY SNAP! A baby bird falls out of her nest. The honking horse steps on her. Squeak. Not surprisingly, seasonal leaves lift off Into the whirly wind. Sigh. The baby bird is still alive. But the horse ignores her And goes for the pig once more. CHOP! BANG! CHIP! BONG! The pig is not a pig, the horse is not vegan. The horse is an omnivore, the pig is ham and bacon. CRUNCH! SQUISH! Ham and bacon lick your lips. SLURP! No more pig today. The bacon jumps down the honky horse’s throat And swims through his stomach. But his body doesn't like meat so The pig comes out as slop. FLIP. FLOP. SPLIT. SPLAT. What a mess. If only the pig were here. This is as sad as the death of the pig. The horse now has to go. Alas, goodbye… HONK! - Avery |
