“The infusion of moonlight into every window turns an invisible dial in the night, like the rolling of knuckles under skin, and the town becomes… perfect.” – THBH, Sidney Hirschman, 8th Grade Honorable Mention.


Here you will find our 2014 creative writing curriculum, links to our 2014 scholarship winners stories, and other excerpts from our journal Bluefire which publishes the work of middle and high school students who have entered our $1000 for 1000 Words fiction-writing contest.  Our hope is that you will encourage your students to enter our contest and these materials may be useful in inspiring and guiding them.  This past year, our most successful students worked with their teachers and peers to create, edit, and refine their stories.  Please feel free to use these excerpts and examples with your students to help create outstanding works of fiction!

Please feel free to use our Creative Writing Workbook to get your kids writing!


This section contains excerpts from some of the stories that appeared in our 2014 edition of Bluefire. Use them as examples or prompts for your students.  These can also be found in our curriculum above.


“The sky looks like an artist’s palette; layers and layers of colors swirled together into one harmonious, living mural. It is the most beautiful sunset multiplied a hundred times, the cheerful bright lights that dot a Christmas tree, the deep purple magenta of a plum, the cozy faded pink of my grandmother’s sweater, and the luminescent green of those glow-sticks we played with around the campfire, all twisted and bent into one seamless flowing body.” – Arrival, Audrey Chin, 7th Grade Honorable Mention.


“Twenty years later, and age spins its spider webs into my hair.” – Entanglement, Ananya Ram, 9th Grade Honorable Mention.


“Resting my head on the window pane, I observed the sky. It was an indigo dome, dotted with stars. The last slivers of sunlight vanished. For once in my life, I was swimming in the sea of tranquility and I imagined myself in flight, dwelling in space among the stars of old.” – Among the Stars, Nolan Bangs, 9th Grade Honorable Mention.


“And then, very slightly, almost imperceptibly, there was something. Just a point, a dot on a nonexistent canvas. The dot was all that was, and was all that will ever be.” – The End, Andrew Zerbe, 8th Grade Honorable Mention.


“Just for one moment, I keep my eyes closed, trying to hold on to the last faint tendrils of the dream I was just having, but they slip away from my grasping hands like silk.” – Waking Up, Jenna Lange, 7th Grade Honorable Mention.


“The infusion of moonlight into every window turns an invisible dial in the night, like the rolling of knuckles under skin, and the town becomes… perfect.” – THBH, Sidney Hirschman, 8th Grade Honorable Mention.


“When the rain fell it was cold and bitter and black, like sorrow. The sky was dark and the air was sour-tasting. Puddles rain up against the sides of the alleyway, gleaming liquid jewels glittering with rainbows of oil. Delicate cobweb cracks wove through the ground, miniature canals running with silver. You see, there is beauty in these cold, dark places. The only trick is finding it.” – Beauty, Zachary Lo, 8th Grade Prize Winner & Middle School Scholarship.


“I love the sound of running. The tick-tick-tock of feet against the rough dirt of the track, a metronome of my life. The echo of heavy breathing, ragged as the bed sheets ripped by my tossing and turning. The swishing of loose clothing, a broom sweeping up my sins.” – The Sound of Running, Tuvya Bergson-Michelson, 7th Grade Prize Winner.


“Was life really like a FlavorMorph Starburst? Kate tried and tried, but she couldn’t figure out what two flavors were in the Starburst without looking at the wrapper. Just like her feelings in life—all muddled up and blended together in a mix of familiar flavors.” – FlavorMorph, Sarah Marks, 6th Grade Prize Winner.


“It started as a thought experiment, a what-if, a nihilist’s search for – if not solace – then something in a random and insensate universe. The device was only the latest incarnation of his quest for meaning and companionship.” – Nik Brocchini, 10th Grade Prize Winner.


“Along the course of my life, I was repeatedly told that the mere scratch of ink on a parcel of paper was a sin.  This, of course, was only applied to those of the female gender, and, judging from my bodice, I was a constituent to such injustices.  Unfortunately, the need to rebel against authority was a crippling disposition of mine.  My fingers itched for the release of my thoughts onto paper.” – Alteration, Darya Behroozi, 11th Grade Prize Winner.


“The night air whipped around me, thrashing at the paper in my hands. A noise unlike any other rang through the world, like the groans of a thousand dying men. Electricity sparked through the sky, and I screamed. I tried to find a falling street, a tumbling sidewalk, even a burning satellite, but nothing more seemed to want to disturb the air. Nothing but the moisture.” – Two Men on a Sidewalk, Junko Anderson, 9th Grade Prize Winner & High School Scholarship.


“A waning crimson sunset illuminated the dense fluff of nimbus clouds looming over the Santa Cruz mountains like a frozen tidal wave, its collapse halted by the eerie stillness of the late-afternoon sky. As the sky kept still in its wondrous awe, the far off hum of the highway and its continuous, shuffling drones merged with the rustling autumn leaves rustling underfoot.” – Strata, Harry Patino, 12th Grade Prize Winner.


“It seems about right, that she chose the blue moon. Beautiful, flawless and one-of-a-kind, just like Analee. I’m the half-moons, the ones that aren’t quite done baking, a little lopsided and a little ordinary.” – Lola Moon Rising, Caroline Bailey, 10th Grade Honorable Mention.


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