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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MICE OF VONNA<br />
it last minute, you know?” I flipped the pendant over in my paw. I<br />
clipped the oddly shaped purple glow onto the collar mesh of my<br />
armor.<br />
The moment it was attached I felt the purple glow as a wave, rippling<br />
through my body with warmth. I knew I was going to win<br />
and there was nothing to worry about. My vision went completely<br />
black, or perhaps I just closed my eyes. I saw Mardon, but not as<br />
he truly was. I saw a faint vision of him, like a colored shadow, that<br />
was running straight towards me. But the true Mardon was in a<br />
confused stupor.<br />
I saw many possible futures, the faint colored shadows running all<br />
over the place, trying to kill me in countless ways, and yet I remembered<br />
them all and knew instantly how to avoid them. Mardon ran<br />
at me, and of course I avoided with a calm step to the side. He kept<br />
trying, and I kept winning: ducking, side stepping, jumping into<br />
the air and flipping over his back. He finally stopped, bent over,<br />
panting.<br />
“Not so fun when you’re on the other end, is it?” I asked. I could<br />
have just killed him there, but now I didn’t want it. He may have<br />
been evil, but he was someone. He had a life and who was I to<br />
judge when his time was up?<br />
“Step down, Mardon. Leave this land, live out the rest of your days<br />
quietly and I will let you live.” He laughed, mocking my fair offer.<br />
“The day I bow to the will of a mouse I do not deserve to live!” He<br />
came at me again, hatred in his eye.<br />
He collapsed on the ground with my sword jutting out of his gut. I<br />
braced myself against his body with my lower paw and yanked my<br />
weapon free. He still had an ounce of life flickering in his eye and a<br />
few raspy breaths left.<br />
40 <strong>Where</strong> <strong>Am</strong> I?
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