Welcome to New Voices: Your Poetry and Short Fiction

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Updated 6/9/2009

The Talkabout for June is...

"What do you think would be the best job in the world?"

We all have to grow up to be something, so what do you want to be and do? What will it take to get there? What's the one job you NEVER want to do?

suggested by

AGW Staff

Talk about it HERE!

Let's see what they said last month!

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Send your poems and stories to

agwriter2000@yahoo.com

IMPORTANT!!! a lot of girls don't sign their work so we can't use it or credit them!! Send your TALKABOUT to the email address below and DON'T FORGET to sign your submission at the bottom with first name, age, state or county and (if you have one with us) penpal number! SEND YOUR STORIES AND POETRY SUBMISSIONS TO:

agwriter2000@yahoo.com

CLICK HERE TO READ YOUR SUBMISSIONS FOR LAST MONTH'S TALKABOUT

WRITERS! Here's another chance to put your feelings on paper/computer screen. We'll give you a subject and you sound off about it. We'll publish as many responses as we can right here!

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Book picks for Writers!

pOEMS and sToRIES!

Written by: Girls like You!

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My BFF

My troubles started in K-4. I was a scared person, scared to talk, scared to meet new people. I was four, what do you expect. On my first day, I didn't know anyone. I stayed back and sat on the wall. Everyone wasn't afraid to talk to each other, but I was. Like my dad, I never was really talkative, and I was so scared. So I just sat there. I wanted to cry, but I just sat there, silent.

It was like that until a day or two-- until he came along. He was the boy that was destined to be my best friend forever. Though he was shorter then me, he had a temper like fire, he was swift, the fastest runner I've ever seen, and strong. And for a while, I had a small crush on him.

We were there for each other when our friend died. We knew that we had to get through this. He was always going to be my best friend, the person I could go too, laugh with, and pick myself up and feel better. He was just the kind of person that made you feel good.

I hated sports, he loved them. While I wrote stories, he'd illustrate every one. I loved him. He was the brother I always wanted.

Even though he's moving away this year, a part of me will go with him, and a part of him will stay with me. I'll miss him, but he's never far away.

- Lauren, 11, Oklahoma (PenPal #13455)

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Symptoms

Her tears flow through the watersheds
Her tears flow, she’s crying
The rivers and streambeds
Know she’s suffocating, dying

Her body is polluted
And her air is thinning
Her waters are diluted
And her life is dimming

Her beauty is draining
Grime streaks throughout her
Watersheds are changing
Because landfills are taking over

Her heart is pained
Because it was us
The one’s that she made
Ground her to dust

Her tears flow through the watersheds
Her tears flow, she’s crying
The rivers and streambeds
Know our Earth’s suffocating, dying

- Morgan, 14, New York

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Talent

In a dark corner
There you sit
Thinking about
What makes you special

You wonder if there is anything that makes you different
That separates you from others
Your special talent
You’re too scared to show

You want to find an agent
You want to tell the world
No one notices you
And now you wish they would

You start to stand up
Start to walk out the door
Find your family
Tell them to watch

You start to do your talent
You feel strange
But in a way,
You feel good

Now you’re done
You feel great
And now, who knows?
You might get discovered!

- Bella, 10, Washington (PenPal #15345)