Everyone's a Writer, Whether He Wants to Be or Not

Whether or not you want to be, you are a writer. Everyone is a writer. As a student, you write answers to questions and tests practically every day. And it's better to be good at something, even if you do it because you have to.

The Inklets is a group that meets after school. They read, they write, and they try to get better at writing. One thing that has been practiced in this small group is the use of literary devices, techniques used within writing to help make words more than just words on a page.

Here's one: personification (the attribution of human nature or character to animals, inanimate objects, or abstract notions, especially as a rhetorical figure). Definition from dictionary.com

Have a look at what some of the students have done with this literary device.


Chair, by Essy, 7th Grade

The sad chair was tired. He was tired of people sitting on him. He was tired of hearing all the students do their lessons. He was tired of always being squashed and spilled on. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why am I here?"


Philip's Story, by Caleb, 6th Grade

Plop . . . plop . . . plop. Philip awoke as the raindrops from the previous night's rain dripped lazily from the towering treetops above onto his twitching whiskers. Few things bothered him more than waking up before the sun, but still, he was up, so he got up and stretched his four paws. Skurrrumph. He stopped period. Slowly turning his head he sniffed into the dark night. Breathing a sigh of relief, he said, "It's only you."
"Wake up," his father replied.
"What?"
"Philip, wake up."

Slowly Peter awoke and realized it had been a dream. Muttering to himself about breakfast, he got up and shook the leaves from his fur. He looked around for breakfast, but then groaned; today was the day that the hired fox hunter took his vacation. Impatiently he waited as his father went hunting. Two minutes later his father arrived with about a dozen squabs. "What is this?" Philip asked.
"The best," said his father.
"Yuck," and pushing it away he left for his tree.


My iPad, by Adharrsh, 2nd Grade

One day my iPad was waiting for me on its hard lonely, bed. It wasn't actually fully charged. It was just at 89%. It waited for two days, but I didn't unplug it. It waited for 48 hours, but I didn't come. It felt lonely, smelled fish, saw the ceiling and saw me come towards it. I took it to my bedroom and it felt like being in a mansion. I used its power until it was at 0%. Then I got the charger and it felt sad. But I did something different. I charged it to the outlet next to my bed. Now it felt comfortable and warm.


Big Bear, Lucas, 2nd Grade

Big bear came out of the tub; the faucet dripped every second. Pwup, pwup, pwup. The bathtub was wet, but everything else was damp. There was a knock on the door. Knock, knock, knock. "Come in," bear said. It was Mousey. Bear came downstairs. "You ready to go to the airport?" asked Big Bear. "Yes," said Mousey. The airport brought good and bad memories. When someone left, it was sad. When someones came, it felt good. But this time is was Mousey leaving. When he left, it was a bit lonely. But they always had the heart of an angel towards each other.

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