This week was the first ever Kids With Pens graphic novel camp, and we had a sensational time. The campers expressed emotions through color;

This group of goofballs was full of mischief and prodigious talent. When confronted with a writing prompt, they bounced with energy and enthusiasm. They never wanted to put down their pens. We heard about a colony of fried chicken sloths, a mariachi band of frogs and an owl, and a lonely toaster named Fred. I hope you enjoy their delightful work below. The Blue Stone By Evan Allbritton Soon, morning came. Timothy awoke and got out his beautiful stone. He still couldn’t compre

We had a small but talented group in Georgetown this June. These girls explored three act structure, metaphors, and how to create a dynamite opening. They wrote very serious and seriously funny pieces. I'm very proud of the work they produced in our five day workshop. My Name By Bridgette Barnard My name smells like the cool free air that rushes violently into the car when the windows are down. It smells like the cool rain in the fall, and the harsh heat in the summer. I inhe