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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HANNAH THOMAS<br />
I nodded.<br />
“Well, these fragments ripped off while it plummeted through our<br />
sky,” he motioned with the necklace, “this I found on one of my<br />
lookouts, many years ago. It had remained hidden all that time, just<br />
waiting. It was so inviting, so entrancing – of course I stooped to<br />
pick it up. I felt its energy run through me like a river. It was truly<br />
amazing, Martin. You have no idea what it feels like to hold all<br />
future’s in your paws.”<br />
“What are you talking about?” Perhaps if I kept him talking I could<br />
sneak a slice to his side.<br />
“This!” He flew his arm down and the metal plating halted my<br />
blade’s attempt. His one eye was filled with a mystical white light,<br />
glowing underneath his shaggy ashen fur.<br />
“Magic?”<br />
“Better,” he shoved my back onto the ground. “Technology from<br />
another world. This lets me see the future. I can predict every move<br />
you make, making your attempts useless. Give up now, and I will<br />
let you live to see my ultimate plan unfold.”<br />
“No,” I said, standing upright.<br />
“You do not know when you have lost, boy. That is a fatal trait<br />
amongst warriors.”<br />
“And you underestimate your enemies.” I lunged at him again. I<br />
was not going to stop until he was dead. With every miss my anger<br />
rose, my blood rushed, and I stopped thinking before each strike.<br />
I simply hacked at him, blade first, all my weight into each swing.<br />
He had to take his sword out to keep up. I took that as a good sign.<br />
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