RIO's AUGUST E-Zine
A Tribute to our WordsWorth Adventures!
What is WordsWorth?
WordsWorth is a residential writing camp for kids 11 - 19. It's loads of fun and a place like no other http://youngalbertawriters.com/.
But don't be sad if you missed WordsWorth this year (or if you didn't and still want more fun) - you can go to RIO Writing Camps, there are still a few more open spaces. Register today).
REALITY IS OPTIONAL Kids’ Writing Club SUMMER CAMPS
Ages 7-17 - run by Kim Firmston
Spend a week playing with WORDS.
- commercials
- five second movies
- genre writing
- poetry
- role playing games
- word art
- and anything else you can imagine
We will do it all and more! Fun times guaranteed.
· Week One: Aug 7-10 @ $70.00
· Week Two: Aug 27-31 @ $85.00
· Or register to drop in @ $20.00 per day
To register visit http://www.alexandrawriters.org/what-we-offer/courses/ or call 403-264-4730
But don't be sad if you missed WordsWorth this year (or if you didn't and still want more fun) - you can go to RIO Writing Camps, there are still a few more open spaces. Register today).
REALITY IS OPTIONAL Kids’ Writing Club SUMMER CAMPS
Ages 7-17 - run by Kim Firmston
Spend a week playing with WORDS.
- commercials
- five second movies
- genre writing
- poetry
- role playing games
- word art
- and anything else you can imagine
We will do it all and more! Fun times guaranteed.
· Week One: Aug 7-10 @ $70.00
· Week Two: Aug 27-31 @ $85.00
· Or register to drop in @ $20.00 per day
To register visit http://www.alexandrawriters.org/what-we-offer/courses/ or call 403-264-4730
NOW ON WITH THE E-ZINE!!!!!
The things that happen in the Speculative Fiction Class!
by Jacob and Davin
Stories From WordsWorth
- written in the Improv Jam session by all the participants, submitted by Mary and Olive
Saving a Sloth
One day I was walking down the road when we saw a gigantic mountain sloth. The gigantic sloth was eating a goat that
had rabies. All of the sudden a hunter came along – sloths here can be sold for a bounty of $20.00 so the hunter went straight for the sloth. He aimed and fired with deadly precision. This was no easy feat as his gun kept coughing up green
ashes and would kick him in the eyeballs every time he pulled the trigger. So I grabbed the sloth and tried to run but it was really heavy. I tripped right near a cliff and it went over the edge. Unfortunately the fall was fatal and the
sloth died.
The Three Little Cannibal Pigs
There was a man, Phillep. Phillep was very small and weak. He had a wife who was 10 feet tall and very strong. They both loved each other and pigs. Phillep and his wife, Lea, had no children so they decided to adopt three pigs. They brought the little pigs into their little house and silly life. The pigs hatted life with Phillep and his wife. They had to eat nothing but bacon and, as they were pigs, that made them cannibals. Cannibalism was frowned upon in the far away land. So the pigs decided to run away. When they left home they realized that their parents hadn’t known that they were running away. They decided to ignore that and go anyway. They escaped and got away.
GRAPE!
One day I went to Costco. I was looking to purchase one lone grape. I somehow couldn’t find any! So I went to the manager and said, “Sir, you have no grapes!”
And he said, “Sir, we have plenty of grapes! You must look in the meat section.”
“Oh, that makes sense,” I said.
So I went to the meat section. There were whole racks of ham and chicken and beef but there were no grapes to see! I turned around with a sigh and walked away. All I wanted was a grape. Was this some sort of conspiracy? I was a big time conspiracy theorist so I loved to conspire about things. However, I saw a lady walk by with a bag of grapes. So I tackled her to the ground. I wanted those grapes! I realized . . .
(At this point either the class was abducted by aliens or everyone gave up writing because the story ends there. You decide).
One day I was walking down the road when we saw a gigantic mountain sloth. The gigantic sloth was eating a goat that
had rabies. All of the sudden a hunter came along – sloths here can be sold for a bounty of $20.00 so the hunter went straight for the sloth. He aimed and fired with deadly precision. This was no easy feat as his gun kept coughing up green
ashes and would kick him in the eyeballs every time he pulled the trigger. So I grabbed the sloth and tried to run but it was really heavy. I tripped right near a cliff and it went over the edge. Unfortunately the fall was fatal and the
sloth died.
The Three Little Cannibal Pigs
There was a man, Phillep. Phillep was very small and weak. He had a wife who was 10 feet tall and very strong. They both loved each other and pigs. Phillep and his wife, Lea, had no children so they decided to adopt three pigs. They brought the little pigs into their little house and silly life. The pigs hatted life with Phillep and his wife. They had to eat nothing but bacon and, as they were pigs, that made them cannibals. Cannibalism was frowned upon in the far away land. So the pigs decided to run away. When they left home they realized that their parents hadn’t known that they were running away. They decided to ignore that and go anyway. They escaped and got away.
GRAPE!
One day I went to Costco. I was looking to purchase one lone grape. I somehow couldn’t find any! So I went to the manager and said, “Sir, you have no grapes!”
And he said, “Sir, we have plenty of grapes! You must look in the meat section.”
“Oh, that makes sense,” I said.
So I went to the meat section. There were whole racks of ham and chicken and beef but there were no grapes to see! I turned around with a sigh and walked away. All I wanted was a grape. Was this some sort of conspiracy? I was a big time conspiracy theorist so I loved to conspire about things. However, I saw a lady walk by with a bag of grapes. So I tackled her to the ground. I wanted those grapes! I realized . . .
(At this point either the class was abducted by aliens or everyone gave up writing because the story ends there. You decide).
Mary's WordWorth photos
Summer
by Emily Firmston - written on Hike and Haiku
Summer is here now
We all played in the sun
Summer fun is here
We all played in the sun
Summer fun is here
My Blood Spills Onto Paper
by Emily Firmston - written while working with Jen Kunlier
Creating a writer’s dream
The soul of my master
Transferring into me
Dancing on a page
I leave behind
A permanent creation of truthful wonder
Left for all to read
The soul of my master
Transferring into me
Dancing on a page
I leave behind
A permanent creation of truthful wonder
Left for all to read