Young Writers Camps 2006!

"I lie about everything. I lie that I'm dead, that I have a ten-block limo, that I have a pet brontosaurus, and that I can make hills grow out of the ground."

"I am from the green maple tree, shading the just-painted stop sign, from breezy bike rides and sunrise strawberry smoothies."

"Uggh!” grumbled Andreas,
“I’ve eaten enough bananas to last me a lifetime!”
    “Me too!” said Dylan from the top of the tree. The lazy afternoon sun was making them drowsy."

"No! I will not have a buggy son!” screeched Greg’s mother.
“No son of mine will have antennae!"

"My head is a computer, whatever I save is
nothing but zeros, ones and pixels."

"Other people's eyes are warm and soothing,
like sitting in a hot tub on a cold Detroit evening."

"When I watch you, trying to teach me everything you know, answering my difficult questions, explaining the complex phenomenon in the world, you are my hero."