CREATIVE WRITING
at the Ruth Asawa School of the Arts in San Francisco
Welcome! CW develops the art and craft of creative writing through instruction, collaboration, and respect. This blog showcases STUDENT WRITING and how to APPLY to Creative Writing.
Category: Student Writing
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You could’ve left me in the drawer weighed down with wooden wolves and carved peace signs you could’ve let me lay by the bedside my strings frayed untying myself because I don’t know better but you cut off my edges tied a slipnot and threaded your head through me cause you feel naked now without…
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SLEPT WITH A SNAKE A snake under my covers ate and didn’t clean— crumbs left for me to find one bright cold saturday— I find her sheddings scattered tucked inside the sheets— sheets that are quite yellowed from hazy grainy dreams— she used her tongue to find me hissing as she rose— and when the…
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by Noa (’16) I have always enjoyed to dance, but I have never been a good dancer. This combination is absolutely lethal, as demonstrated by my consistent Bs in my PE dance class, taught by the wonderfully intimidating head of the Dance Department, Elvia, and her sidekick (student teacher), Bruce. I know what you’re thinking—a…
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by Olivia W. (’16) I’m the only freshman in my Spanish 5/6 class. I’m not entirely sure how that worked out, but it’s one of my favorite classes, probably for that reason. A few weeks ago, my teacher told me that I had matured. I asked her what she meant, and she replied that I’d…
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by Justus (’15) There’s a project I’m doing for Modern World, a very open-ended project. The assignment is to “make a piece of modern art.” I was originally planning to just write a long poem or something, but I have decided to do something a little out of the ordinary for me and work with…
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by Maya (’15) When asked whom they most admire, many people would talk about famous artists whom they revere. I could do the same and write about Sylvia Plath or Margaret Atwood, but the truth is, I cannot fully admire someone I do not know. Because of this, I choose my brother, Julian, as the…
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by Hosanna (’14)
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by Abigail (’14) Last Thursday, I went to the Girl With a Pearl Earring exhibit at the DeYoung. Ever since I read Chasing Vermeer by Blue Balliett in maybe fourth grade, I’ve wanted to meet a Vermeer in person. Last year, someone gave me a stack of novels about Vermeer paintings (apparently he and the…
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by Giorgia (’14) In February I attended Gallifrey One, one of the largest Doctor Who conventions in the country, for my fifth consecutive year. This year, Gallifrey crept up on me, drowned out by the chaos of Junior year, instead of the months of preparation, from hotel room to costumes and ribbons (a tradable tradition at the…
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by Mollie (’13) The first time I read a poem into a microphone on the SOTA main stage in my sophomore year, my voice squeaked and quivered, my face grew pink, and my hands moist. This was not what I was expecting—no, I expected my voice to radiate around the auditorium with the gumption of David Sedaris and…
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