Writing Workshop Pieces



by Jasmine Robertson

Tree so white in snow:
black hole on earth in tree shape.
When rain splashes down,
melting icicles away
banishing silhouettes home!

Bad Kitty's antics
make everyone laugh so much.
Hilarious cat.
Always freaks out at bath time.
Hates getting licked by puppy.


(by J. R.)

loves her cat Cosmo,
oh, the sweetest cat in the world. Who knew
that Writing Workshop Fibonacci is
really math! Jasmine
loves math!
Painting makes her calm. At the
ocean, she found a tiny
crab leg in the sand.
She skates her heart out,
but her favorite sport
of all is ........

Spy Space

by Jasmine Robertson

In Marie's scary closet, there's a squeaky door and lots, lots, lots, lots of books. Chapter books, storybooks, 1,000's of folders, binders, and textbooks sit on shelves staring at you, saying, "Read me!" Seventy-eight art supplies, such as tape, pens, more pens, one thousand pens, paintbrushes, sand, colored pencils, highlighters, and sticky notes stay there until students are ready to draw. Whoa!!! That's a lot of art supplies and books!

That's all the big number stuff in Marie's storage closet - - the other items are: two bags of toilet paper, two rolls of paper towels, six swords, one pirate hat, four skating dresses, three life vests, and twenty-one games that kids can play all day. Two poster boards tell people to come in or go out. Two buckets of sand, with some fake flower crowns, a Frisbee, and one tiny hockey stick all are ready to be played with.

Marie's closet is very cold - - you can feel it through your socks. It smells like 1,000 books ready to be read. The sand makes it smell like the beach in summer. It's COLD in the air there, and I mean FREEZING. I like Marie's closet because it has many supplies that can be used someday.

Paige Robnett

by Jasmine Robertson

Born on Valentine's Day, Paige Robnett loves peonies and little baby bears. When Paige started Writing Workshop, she was nine years old. Her favorite skating move is a double toeloop.

Paige really likes art. What she also likes besides art and skating is skiing. "I really like art, like painting, doing sculpture, and coloring," Paige says. Paige would want to go to Hawaii, and her favorite writing piece is called, Silly. Now that she is fifteen, Paige says driving a car is "sometimes scary."


by Jasmine Robertson

Hello, you can write about anything, like cats, dogs, doctors, and costumes, too. Let's write. Yippeee! Let's get started. I am going to write about Cosmo my cat. This is how we write.

I start writing by grabbing a piece of paper, and write my ideas on Draft #1. Here is my Cosmo story:

                                                                  A Sleepy Cat (Draft #1)
                      Once there was a cat named Cosmo. a hot fire for Cosmo so he can eat his food. He wanted to go outside. So he went outside. Angry as a rooster. Then dogs licked him until he 's dead. So he went on a wispy cloud. He wisped home. The END

Then I look at D#1 and make it better by doing Draft #2. You look at your writing again, and take out your "and-s" and "the-s". You want smells, tastes, and all the five senses. Think about your piece to pick senses that go with your topic. Put in similes and metaphors like "as soft as a blanket." If you put in similes and metaphors, your writing would be as pretty as Mrs. Brown's drawing.

When you pick a setting, you have to make a happy setting. Like in a Cosmo story, you would write down a happy setting: sunny day, warm fire, outside, wispy clouds, and a good day. And maybe if you are writing a spooky story, you have a spooky setting: ghosts, vampires, spooky house and dead SPIDERS! In an evil story, you have to put in evil ideas, like robbers, stealing, and snow. Settings add a lot to your story.

For a Cosmo title, I would write the story part first, and the title last. You would do the story first because your ideas in the story will make a title. You cannot repeat an idea in the story, because you want your title to add on to the story. For instance, a Cosmo story will have a title like "A Sleepy Cat." Then, cut it down into one word, like "Sleepy." Here is my Draft #2:

                      Once there was a cat named Cosmo. He wanted to make a fire in the fireplace, so he put a satchel on his back. He dumped the wood in the fireplace, and lit it with a match in his mouth. The fire made him sleepy. When he was done, Cosmo said, "It is as beautiful as a hen!"
                      He wanted to go outside. He heard the dogs Hooooowloooh. He was as angry as a rooster. The dogs licked him until he was dead (but not really dead). He purred home on a wispy cloud. The END


by Jasmine Robertson

Oh I love butterfly snow,
so does my fancy little elf.
When I see it falling, I have to go:
she races to catch me by myself.

The Night before Thanksgiving

by Jasmine Robertson
2nd grade

The wind blew. People were taking down Halloween decorations, then putting Thanksgiving stuff up. But a witch was flying in the air. A pumpkin sat on a wooden broom. The pumpkin was as scary as a dark closet. A couple of witches flew in the sky too. They “heehee’d” in the dark night.

The wind blew like a werewolf: hoooOOOOOooooOOo. The howling werewolf blew so hard it was Thanksgiving. "Already?" said the witch. And the pumpkin had an "O" face.

Cool wind howled. The witch touched the broomstick and WOOSH they were gone. She was soooo mad that she poisoned the town, which fell asleep soundly.

* * *

A 1,000,000,000,000 years later, the town woke up. The witch had vanished. Freshness and the smell of pumpkins filled the air. The cold wind started blowing once again. . .


by Jasmine Robertson
2nd grade

I was in the classroom and I heard tapping. I get irritated. Tapping is too loud for me. It makes me want to plug my ears, and tell everyone to be as quiet as snowmen.

I mostly like tea on rainy days. The tea tastes good. Tea makes me want to dance. It makes me want to sing like a frog.

Wood is very quiet, smooth, and hard as plastic. It's on lots of homes and workplaces. I can see wood almost everywhere. Wood can catch on fire easily.

Wind's very cool, and moves scarecrows in the field so they scare the birds away.

Some clocks are quiet. The arms go around and around like windmills. They tell time, so they are useful.

Lovely City

by Jasmine Robertson
2nd grade

Paris is as pretty as a
jasmine flower.
White lights on the Eiffel Tower
make the night sky
Paris people speak French.
They say, "Jazz meen."
Fancy French people wear
fashionable dresses, shoes, and


by Jasmine Robertson
2nd grade

Beasley hid inside
the barn and, with pride,
caught mice until I cried.
Then she went for a ride.

There is a bunny
named Honey.
When it is sunny,
she's funny!

Every day when I run
beneath butterfly sun,
it sure is fun!
Then I'm so done.

When I am grilling,
to make it all thrilling,
as everything is spilling.


by Jasmine Robertson

Spinning the dial;
satisfying to call someone.

Smart phone:
texting, playing games.
Can't spell on it.

Drawing rectangle
Coloring and erasing
Love doodling many ideas

Oval circle
Sits all day
So sad and lonely


by Jasmine Robertson

A lot of water
drips slowly in clean gutters
flowing to cold sea.

One evil rooster
chased Mark through snowy pasture.
Boss: Mr. Rooster.

Bicycle machines
go too fast for little girls.
Hard to stay on bike.

So much fun inside
with happy friends like Kiki.
Computer Roblox.


by Jasmine Robertson

Once a lazy sloth
always read books for fun.
His brother, the flexible
squirrel, ran and worked out
like a maniac
on the rain forest floor.
Inch by inch
the sloth hovered over
the squirrel's workout:


and ready





                                        squishy ground.


by Jasmine Robertson

One Saturday morning, it was such a nice day. I was playing in the back of Mark's truck, swinging with a rope - - back and forth. It was winter and I took the rope that was in the back of the truck from the donkey rescue and tied it to the railings. I swung back and forth on the bed of the truck. I saw my dog, Chunkers, playing with Mandy, our other dog. I hate them wrestling, so I broke them up. I called Chunkers and he came, but he made a crack in the tailgate. Usually I get out over that top of the tailgate, but the tailgate flung me out and I landed on soft, powdered snow that covered ICE!!!

I had no idea that anything was wrong with me because I was not crying. So I went inside to throw up. But I didn't. So I went to tell Mark about what had happened. I was in shock. It looked like I was cold, but I wasn't. My mom is an EMT, so I know what shock is. I decided to go to the ER, and I slept on the way down.

At the ER, they took x-rays on me. It hurt bad when they moved my arm. Then I took a nap for forty-five minutes. I waited for thirty minutes for Dr. Showalter to decide if I needed surgery or a cast. He wanted us to come back the next week.

The next week came, and we got a cast instead of surgery. For the whole month of March, Dr. Showalter doesn't want me to jump or do P.E., running, skating, exercise, or workouts. A new doctor put a hot pink cast on my arm. Having a cast is ok, but you don't want to break the arm again. When I am cold, it feels pretty weird. I can feel my goosebumps pushing the cast. Dr. Showalter will let me walk, read, and do schoolwork. BORING!!!

I did not learn anything from breaking my arm. I know one thing. It is . . . . . . . drumroll . . . . . . . . . being more careful in the back of any truck.

Silent Day

by Jasmine Robertson

Snow looks like white dots falling
from the sky. In McCall
snow hides the lake
under layers of ice.
Snowflakes melt in my
hand, and drop water
on my cat's head.
Silence makes the clouds
Icicles freeze my
brain. The chicks play in
white flakes. Snow
smells like winter.


by Jasmine Robertson and Shelby Fahnholz

Sun >>> Moon

by Shelby Fahnholz
3rd grade

bright, hot
rising, burning, setting
star, ball, sphere, holes
waxing, waning, orbiting
cold, dark

Figure Skater >>> Hockey Player

by Jasmine Robertson and Shelby Fahnholz

Figure Skater
learn, dance
falling, working, practicing
blades, sparkly dresses, helmets, pads
tackling, kicking, shooting
nice, mean
Hockey player

Cat >>> Dog

by Jasmine Robertson
2nd grade

soft, cuddly
loving, purring, biting
tiger, kitten, canine, wolf
playing, barking, loving
rough, dirty


by Jasmine Robertson
2nd grade

A butterfly is a bug that flies. They are all over the world, ever since dinosaurs were alive. Butterflies have lots of body parts. They have a long life cycle from caterpillars to butterflies. Orange Monarch butterflies are almost everywhere. Butterflies help the earth.

Butterflies have lots of body parts. They are beautiful, and have delicate wings. Butterflies have two eyes with lots of pieces. People can hardly see wood butterflies in the woods. Butterflies walk short distances.

A butterfly's life cycle takes a loooong time. They start out like a caterpillar: smooth and fluffy. Caterpillars eat a lot of leaves. The cocoon is next. Butterflies and moths have lots of months in their cocoons. The moth or butterfly is in the cocoon for a looooong time. Then they become a BUG THAT FLIES.

Monarchs are special bugs, with black and white dots under their wings. Butterflies like soooooo much pollen because it is sweet. Monarch butterflies get together to fly to warm places like Mexico. For camouflage, butterflies have lots of dots. They have patterns on their wings for hiding.

Monarchs move to different places when it gets cool. The caterpillar stays in the cocoon for a long time to become a butterfly. Butterflies are very delicate. They are very pretty bugs.


Kids Discover magazine: Butterflies & Moths. Kids Discover; New York, NY: July, 2001, Volume 11, Issue 7. pp. 4-9, 12.

World Book Encyclopedia. World Book, Inc.; Chicago, IL: 1993. Volume B; pp. 749, 754, 758.


by Jasmine Robertson
2nd grade

I am very classy
but my mom says I'm so sassy
I tell her, "Don't be nasty!"

I have a pet
named - - I forget.
It knows the alphabet.

I go through a gate,
and run right straight
so I won't be late.

I fly my kite
at night
and then, I write.

I have black cats,
and terrifying rats
that shred all our mats.

I make a garden rake
out of twigs and sticks - - it's fake!
So it won't hurt any snakes.

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