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Unfortunate groom
By Zora Stewart
Grade 8, Edmunds Middle School
He had it all planned out,
what he’d say, what he’d do.
It would’ve been perfect, if he hadn’t contracted the flu.
He went down on one knee,
saw her face bright with glee,
and took a sore breath
and said, “Marry me, sweet Beth,
and part not ‘till death.
Happy forever;
always together.”
Hopefully, he looked up
and suddenly froze
for something was dripping out from his
His joints were aching;
his throat was dry.
He thought he felt something in his eye.
And down he tripped,
the unfortunate groom,
suddenly subjected to grief and gloom
for when he was righted,
he saw a sore sight,
his Beth, running away in the night.
If it wasn’t enough,
he’d just remembered
he’d left on his oven.
Now his house was in embers.
This Week: Proposal & General
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hundred submissions from students across Vermont and
New Hampshire. A team of staff, mentors and students
selects the best writing and images for publication.This
week, we present responses to the prompts, Proposal:
Write about a proposal that goes terribly wrong; and
General writing. More at youngwritersproject.org.
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By Mark Harrington
Grade 5, Cambridge Elementary School
One day, Joe from New York wanted
to propose to his girlfriend. So he went to
one of the best jewelry stores in town and
bought a really expensive diamond ring.
The next morning Joe went to brush his
teeth, and he brought the ring with him because he was worried about losing it. After
he brushed his teeth and washed his hands,
he went to dry his hands and knocked over
the box that had the ring in it. The ring fell
into the sink drain hole without Joe realizing it.
Joe picked up the box without the ring
and got ready to go on his date with his
girlfriend Alivia. At the restaurant, Joe’s
legs were shaking and he was sweating
profusely. Joe, who is a gentleman, pulled
the chair out for Alivia, but he pulled it too
far and she fell. Joe picked her up and said
sorry. Alivia was thinking, “What’s with
him tonight?”
Their food came and they started eating.
Joe let out a belch so loud that the people
around him stared at him. Alivia was so
Joe was finally ready to propose. He
got down on his knees and grabbed the ring
box, but still didn’t notice that the ring was
“Alivia, will you marry me?” he said.
“Uh ... Where is the ring?” she asked.
“What do you mean? It’s right here!”
Joe looked and saw that it was gone. His
jaw dropped to the floor. Then he said,
“I don’t know what happened! I lost the
“Joe, I will marry you,” Alivia said.
“But we need to find the ring first!”
“Okay,” replied Joe. After they finished
eating dinner they went to Joe’s and looked
everywhere. Joe couldn’t find the ring. He
got frustrated and went into the bathroom
and remembered that he had the ring in the
bathroom. He started looking all around.
Finally, he realized that it was down the
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Olivia Fewell, Essex High School
See you at Starbucks
By Kate Henry
Grade 6, Lyman C. Hunt Middle School
“Will you marry me, Lucy?” I say.
I open the little black box holding the
glittering ring and look up. I then close the
box and stand up and walk away from the
mirror. I’ve been practicing in the mirror
for days, planning what I would say to her.
This is the day. I’m going to get coffee this
morning, at Starbucks.
I get in the car, and I now have butterflies in my stomach. I get out of the
driveway, and drive down the road. She has
to get to work at 9:00, so I have enough
time to propose and still get her to work on
time. I pull into the parking lot. I slowly get
out of my car and take a big breath.
I start walking toward the entrance.
Those butterflies are really flying around in
me, and I start sweating. What if she says
no? She won’t say no. She couldn’t say no.
I hesitate before opening the door. I
walk to the counter and order a cappuccino.
I look around. I spot her in the back corner
of the cafe, sitting at a table with her back
to me. I grab my coffee. I smile, and begin
to walk toward her.
Suddenly a man with perfectly combed
black hair steps past me and starts toward
Lucy. I stop walking. He sets his coffee
down on the table and sits in the chair
across from her.
My mouth drops open. Who is he?! I
walk toward their table, no longer wanting
to propose to her.
I take the cover off my coffee and fling
it at the man. The man jumps backwards
and Lucy gives a little shriek. She whips
around to look at me. I gasp.
It’s not Lucy.
The man gets up and starts toward me.
Everyone is staring our way.
“Wait, I’m sorry ... I thought ... but ...”
He doesn’t hear a word I say. He yells
something at me, but I can’t hear him. I
drop my cappuccino and run. I run out of
Starbucks and jump in my car. I see the
man, the woman hanging onto his arm,
both looking at me as if I had just run over
their dog.
When I get home I flop down on my
bed and cover myself with all the bedsheets
and blankets.
I look at the clock. It’s 8:37. My phone
rings. I don’t pick it up. I hear Lucy’s sweet
voice, leaving a message.
“I’m sorry, honey, but I can’t get coffee
today. I have to go in early. Let’s go next
week. Love you, bye.”
By Catie Macauley
Grade 6, Endeavour Middle School
I think that winter is like a person.
It has two sides to its personality.
There are icy blizzards that turn any exposed skin into frozen stubs,
where the wind is so loud and strong it can
push you over without trying.
The only thing you can see is a cyclone of
gray and white,
and it circles all around you mercilessly.
The storm greedily snatches away your
energy and breath;
everything is surreal.
And then there are the cold days,
where you sit, wrapped in a blanket before
a crackling fire.
You stare into the mesmerizing flames,
without a care in the world.
The snow falls softly and silently onto
every surface,
but you are safe from the biting cold as you
sip your hot drink,
and feel nothing but happiness.
Winter is a bittersweet season
that is all yours.
And all mine.
And everybody’s.
It is different and special to every person.
I think that winter is like a person.
It has two sides to its personality.
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