23 October 2007

Third Place - TWR Creative Writing Contest


I guess I kept hoping some kind of miracle would happen. I expected him to turn around, remember my face, remember those days long ago when we used to play together. I wanted him to feel the same longing that I had felt for years, even though he hardly noticed me now. He was so mysterious, overworked, and yet there was something about him that made you want to smile and start laughing every time he talked. It was a good feeling.

I was walking down the hallway, staring down at my Converse-clad feet. Shuffling along, choosing to notice the dust and pieces of jewelry that were scattered across the floor, instead of the bodies that pressed around me, walked ahead of me, moved through me. It was a safe existence. I didn't concern myself with anyone else and they paid no attention to me.

I looked up; he turned the corner. His appearance registered so pleasantly in my brain that it made me smile. We were walking toward each other, like it had all been planned out for us. The shouting and laughter around me faded out and all I was aware of was him. Our eyes met for one infinite second, but his looked contained no recognition. We were getting closer; within seconds I would be in front of him. He simply could not ignore me now.

He walked right through me. Like everybody else. There was no special connection that we held. He was just a boy. I was just a ghost.

written by Stefanie, Indian Hills High School

Second Place - TRW Creative Writing Contest

The sky above was that of a television, tuned to a dead channel. Luckily, like my TV, I have a remote that controls the sky. If I require fresh water, I simply make it rain. If I desire a nice warm day, so be it. I was given this responsibility, this power, this gift, yet at the same time, this curse, by the creator. To make it easier, I established an organized system of charts that have general weather patterns depending on the time of year and where in the world you are. On my island, every geographical feature on Earth resides somewhere. The power seems quite corrupting at times; in the past, I have conjured a great storm of rain, snow, or ice to watch the reaction of those in the area from my TV. I have knowledge of Earth's diverse cultures and languages from watching them. When it seems uninteresting, I simply change the channel to watch another. Some, I believe, would think me crazy; however, isolation can do that to the mind. Yet still I go on every day, to a responsibility I must uphold each day, never to know true joy.

Who, I wonder, is this mysterious avatar that identifies himself as 'Creator'? I have heard those on the mainlands of Earth speak nonsense of there being no greater deity to craft the world as we know it. All have free will, so I grant them their beliefs without question, but in my heart I know that any such evidence they would offer as a solution is irrelevant.

written by Tim, Ramapo High School

First Place - TRW Creative Writing Contest

It was a bright, cold day in April
and the clocks were striking thirteen
a cat was howling at the lazy sun
while the children waded into the warm arctic water
as their mothers watched and sipped warm coca-cola
the fathers were off at their normal jobs
fishing for pandas
the sun goes down quickly
as the iceberg community goes back to their homes
made of Lego's
as they greet their pet grizzly bears
and feed him walrus tongue and birds feet
then they settle in for their meal of fried worms
outside a flying seal pecks at the house
and the family laughs
and goes into their comfortable beds
made of marshmallows
while they count penguins
as they fall into a deep sleep
written by Eric, Ramapo High School

TRW Contest Winners!

Congratulations to the winners of the Franklin Lakes Public Library's Teen Creative Writing Contest!

Eric, a freshman at Ramapo High School, received First Prize: a $50 American Express Gift Card.

Tim, a freshman at Ramapo High School, received Second Prize: a collection of funny movies.

Stefanie, a senior at Indian Hills High School, received Third Prize: a collection of funny books.

The Teen Creative Writing Contest was part of the celebration of Teen Read Week 2007. Teen Read Week is the national adolescent literacy initiative of the Young Adult Library Services Association (YALSA), the fastest growing division of the American Library Association. This year’s theme , "LOL @ your library," encourages teens to laugh out loud while reading humorous books and graphic novels just 'for the fun of it'. Teen Read Week is held annually during the third week of October. An updated sponsors and supporting organizations list can be found at the Web site, http://www.ala.org/teenread/.

At Franklin Lakes Public Library and area schools, teens were given a contest entry form with a variety of first lines of teen novels. Using these first lines, they were instructed to create their own short story, poem, screenplay, etc. We received 40 amazing stories, and three winners were chosen. Copies of the winning entries can also be found in the library. Thank you so much to all the teens who submitted entries for this contest - It made the job of choosing just three winners very difficult (but really very enjoyable!) for the judges! Thank you for your participation.