Where Am I? Sitka Story Lab Student Anthology
The Island Institute's Sitka Story Lab program released this new book of Southeast Alaskan student writing in May 2016. Called Where Am I?: Stories of Strange Landscapes, Wrong Turns, and New Worlds, the anthology features fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and zany creative experiments that convey the disorientation and the discovery that young people experience, from being in the wilderness to simply growing up. The young writers come from Sitka, Hoonah, Haines, Wrangell, and Skagway, and are as young as nine years old and as old as eighteen. "The writing ranges from fantastic and playful to emotionally moving and dark," said Story Lab Coordinator Sarah Swong. "I'm impressed at how creative and varied these writings are, and at how open students were to feedback and improving their work." The project offered students the chance to write a piece for publication and to hone their writing with an editor.
The Island Institute's Sitka Story Lab program released this new book of Southeast Alaskan student writing in May 2016.
Called Where Am I?: Stories of Strange Landscapes, Wrong Turns, and New Worlds, the anthology features fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and zany creative experiments that convey the disorientation and the discovery that young people experience, from being in the wilderness to simply growing up. The young writers come from Sitka, Hoonah, Haines, Wrangell, and Skagway, and are as young as nine years old and as old as eighteen.
"The writing ranges from fantastic and playful to emotionally moving and dark," said Story Lab Coordinator Sarah Swong. "I'm impressed at how creative and varied these writings are, and at how open students were to feedback and improving their work."
The project offered students the chance to write a piece for publication and to hone their writing with an editor.
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TAVA GUILLORY<br />
“You never knew your mother?”<br />
“No. What is your name?”<br />
“Milina, Mili for short,” I answered.<br />
“Did you have a mother?” she smiled.<br />
“Yes.”<br />
The pot of tea began to bubble so I rushed over. I almost poured<br />
the cups of tea all over me as I carried the mugs. We sat there in<br />
silence for a while, thinking over hot cups of tea.<br />
“It’s getting late, we should go to bed,” I voiced, looking at the<br />
clock.<br />
I set up a cot on my bedroom floor for Blue. We both climbed in<br />
our beds, ready for the chilly night to come.<br />
Chapter Three: Magic Mushrooms<br />
The cold morning light woke me like it did every morning. I slid<br />
out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen. Blue was sleeping soundly<br />
in the cot on the floor. I pulled on my coat, boots, and hat over my<br />
pajamas and stepped outside into the still clear morning.<br />
No snow fell from the sky but there was still three inches of snow<br />
layering the meadow and the forest floor. I made my way to the<br />
chicken coop at the edge of the forest. There were only three eggs,<br />
but it was winter and that would be enough for breakfast along<br />
with the egg from yesterday.<br />
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