Student Writing Gallery!

This year, we are publishing a featured piece of student writing every month on the 26th. Each piece will be accompanied by an original illustration.

My Favorite Place in Detroit

By Jeremiah J.
Age 8
Detroit After-school Tutoring

My favorite place is the Little Caesars Arena because you get to get food and see basketball and see your favorite team. You can be happy that your team won. You get to buy things like basketball team shirts, basketball team shoes, and say hi to your favorite basketball team players. My favorite team is the Pistons, and my favorite player is Andre.

Inside, it sounds wonderful—loud! And quiet (when they are playing basketball, everybody is quiet until they make a score).

It looks cool. What I see when I’m there is that my team is trying to win a game. What I see when I’m about to go to a game is pictures of back in the day when they used to play basketball, especially the shoes they had.

They let us see the mascot. The mascot’s name is Hooper because he hoops. Hooper is a horse.

Artwork by Jen Harley,

Hot Dog Man!

By Unique B.
Age 12
Estabrook Writers Club

Introduction/Chapter 1:

“Auuuu, I ate too much hot dogs at once. I’ll eat some more later when my stomach starts to digest,” said James as his belly started to growl.

Sorry, didn’t see you there, you’re probably wondering why I’m eating all these hot dogs. Well, let me tell you one thing about me. I love, love, love hot dogs. I would die for them. I lose my mind if I don’t get to have a dozen a day. You’re also probably wondering why I’m at the bottom of Lake Huron and can barely see anything. Well, don’t get freaked out, but I’m a fifteen-year-old vampire. No, no, no, I’m not going to eatcha. I like hot dogs! I don’t know how to do anything except for eat and look for hot dogs.

Well, anyway, this is the story of how James Brown had to come up to shore.

Chapter 2: The Incident?!

“Once again, too much hot dogs,” James mumbled, as I went to go get another hot dog. As soon as I opened the refrigerator, I had a look in my eyes that made me want to scream. I started to twitch like I was mad, then blurted out—-“I’M OUT OF HOT DOGS!!!”

I looked like I was going to blow. I didn’t know what to do. Then, I wondered something: “I’ve always wanted to know what was up there on land. I then got a smile on my face, my grin grew bigger, and I started to blush. “Oh silly me, I could just go up there and see if they have any hot dogs, and if they do, I’ll get some! If they don’t, I’ll be in bad luck for the rest of my life.” I got up and started stuffing as much clothes as I could for my trip, but the most important thing that I needed that I forgot was an umbrella.

Chapter 3:

After twenty-four hours of swimming up from Lake Huron, I finally got up on shore. The sand was soft underneath my feet and the sun was shining bright. I found an umbrella where someone was sleeping and grabbed it because my skin was starting to fall off. It was very flaky from the sun and brownish. It looked disgusting! After I walked about a mile away from the shore, I saw a giant hot dog that was bigger than me. When I walked in the store, I couldn’t believe my eyes! There were a bunch of hot dogs sitting on a rack that looked good and juicy. I picked one of the hot dogs up, took a bite, and it was love at first sight. I didn’t even notice myself putting a whole bunch of hot dogs in my suitcase. Just when I finished my hot dog and was walking out the door, suddenly—-“Hey! Where do you think you’re going with those hot dogs, huh?”

To be continued . . .

Artwork by Jen Harley,

Life Doesn’t Bother Me At All Either

Claire Baker
Age 8
Oxford Virtual Academy
Wee-Bots at Redford – Detroit Public Library

Looking at the door pacing
on the wood floor. Scared to go
out and tell the truth.
Life does not bother me at all.
Having big kids pick on me.
Life doesn’t bother me at all.
Parachuting from a plane.
Life doesn’t bother me at all.

Artwork by Jen Harley,

The Underwater Adventure to Grandma’s Robot Factory
Ms. Wheatley’s Second-grade Class
Gompers Elementary-Middle School

Once upon a time on the moon, Linda the mermaid princess and Midnight Rose the robot cat were swimming through an underwater tunnel on their way to Grandma Senia’s Robot Factory. Linda has long white hair, and can turn invisible. Midnight Rose is Grandma Senia’s robot cat that is black can change sizes. Grandma Senia is a robot that is sometimes good and sometimes bad, and has lots of superpowers at night.

On their way to the robot factory, Princess Linda and Midnight Rose heard the sound of fish and rushing water. Suddenly, in the middle of the tunnel, Mary the Wolf, a werewolf in a scuba suit, stopped them.

Mary shouted, “Stop right there!”

Princess Linda and Midnight Rose were shocked to see Mary the Wolf. They gasped! Then, Grandma Senia, who was looking at this happen from her factory, also gasped. Then every fish in the ocean on the moon gasped.

Princess Linda and Midnight Rose had to figure out a way to get past Mary the Wolf and to grandma’s robot factory . . .

Write your own ending!

Artwork by Jen Harley,


Oh Pizza!!!
Carlos, Age 14
Ms. Widmer’s Eighth-grade ELA class
Academy of Americas

Pizza Pizza Pizza
You’re delicious
Little Caesars is the realest
Cruising through Detroit
Feeling like pizza is a
Oh Pizza
I love you.
Artwork by Jen Harley,

The Plan

Aliyah C., age 10
Liberty Street Tutoring

On the first day of school this friend of a friend of my friend—well, let’s call him Jake—was either feeling rude or wasn’t thinking at that moment and made a comment (a not-so-nice one) about me and my friend J (not Jake). In my mind, I started to fume. Jake did stuff almost EXACTLY like last year, and the year before that. I was not in a good state that day. I forgot my math binder, my dessert, and then this happened. At that moment, not even J could calm me down. The next day I was STILL fuming.

Meanwhile in art class, I don’t know how my other friend Cat did it, but she managed to calm me down. Then we made a plan.

Plan A: Ignore them every single time we spot them.
Plan B: No plan B.
Plan C: ROAST them, then walk away.
Plan D: Yell yo-mama jokes at them till they get the hint.
Plan E: Tell on their teacher because at this point, we can’t handle it on our own.

We wrote down these plans on a scrap piece of paper and we’d start our class from art class and beyond. After art class this gave me confidence and determination.

A week later, after one of his final rude outbursts I told him off. I went up to Jake and told him that I did NOT appreciate all the teasing, comments, and his behavior. I said I had no appreciation for what he is doing and he should knock it off. Apparently he didn’t know he was hurting me that much, so he knocked it off (for now). After I had the courage to tell him off, he never talked about it again. My friend was really helpful and she was and is very kind to me; she is able to conjure ideas and think through problems like this.

Artwork by Jen Harley,

Earth, Year 3000

Austin Andrews, Age 11
Scientist’s Guide to the Galaxy Workshop

From 2020 to now, the year 3000, humans have advanced and conquered the impossible. No longer do you need money and credit cards, and there are no longer any kings or queens. Finally after three thousand-plus years, we as people have found world peace and I guess you can say we are all on an even playing field. We’ve buildings over three miles tall and thousands of advertisements wrapping around them. We have flying cars and worldwide speakers for announcements. We are finally working together as equals.

Artwork by Natalie Marion,

The Magic Medicine

Melanie Arrington, Age 9
Detroit Edison Public School Academy
Detroit After-School Tutoring

One day I woke up in my castle and I feltill and my throat was hurting and I was coughing. But my medicine was gone so I went to my doctor. The crazy thing was that my doctor told me to talk to this crab and the crab was blue and it had a deep voice and he said, “Go to this magic island. Be aware of a magic snake and it will be red with a small voice,” and I went and the snake told me that it is dangerous down there, so I still went and guess what it was? Not dangerous. It was fun looking for the medicine and guess what? I found it!!!

Artwork by Natalie Marion,

How to Sing Not Beyoncé Good or Not Like a Troll Bad (For People Who Can Sing Naturally

Adanya Lewis-El
Age 12
Moving Pencils Writing Club
James and Grace Lee Boggs School

Tip #1: Don’t try to sing better than you already do. You’ll just sound like you’re trying too hard and people won’t like your voice.

Tip #2: Do daily voice exercises. Say a couple la-la-las or stretch your mouth open wide a couple of times to get yourself ready to sing.

Tip #3: Avoid songs that are just not your style. If you listen to a time of music a lot, then you’ll be better at singing in that style! If you try to sing something you don’t listen to, you’ll sound like you don’t know what you’re doing.

Tip #4: Find your style. When I say “find your style,” I don’t mean try to sing exactly like a style/person. Listen to a couple of songs. Example, search “R&B” on YouTube and listen to a couple. Then, if you don’t like that style, maybe search Rock, or Pop, or even rap. When you finally get your style, practice singing in that style.

Tip #5: Practice means perfect. If you are either in the car or at home bored, always practice. If you want to perfect a line in a song or even a WHOLE song, sing it over and over, until you get it the way you want it to sound.

Tip #6: Have fun! If you are trying to sing to impress friends or something like that, give up. If you’re not having fun, what’s the point? It’s not a skill you need to graduate. Have fun with it!

P.S. Get compliments from more than five people to see if you are a natural singer. This list is only for natural born singers.

Artwork by Natalie Marion,

The Box That Carried Her Home

MeAsia Hendon, Age 16
Benjamin Carson High School of Science and Medicine
Detroit, Michigan

We had to save her. Our brand new family friend, a brown-and-black puppy with a purple tongue, was stuck underneath the wooden doghouse in my mother’s friend’s backyard. We figured that she got stuck trying to play with her brothers. My sister and I lifted the doghouse but she wouldn’t come out. She was shaking and crying because she was afraid of all the staring eyes. So little that she could fit in a bowl and so cute that she could make the front cover of any magazine, I instantly fell in love. The only girl, who was also the very last of the litter (German Shepherd and Chow mix), was ours. The only problem was that she wasn’t coming out from underneath the doghouse.

I must admit that I was frustrated with the fact that we had to save her. I began to think, Why do we need this puppy? Why can’t we just drop the doghouse and pick up another one? I didn’t even ask for the dog, and I didn’t know that it would be this difficult to get one. I knew in reality that those were cruel and selfish thoughts, so I quickly got rid of them. My older sister, EnDia, then said, “I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry up,” I yelled, because now I was the only one holding up the house. I didn’t understand what she was doing or why she said she would be right back. I felt my arms getting weak because the weight of the doghouse was heavy. I could feel the wood biting into my fingers and the grass underneath my slippery shoes as I was holding it up. I knew I had to hold it up though, in order for us to save her. I cared so much about this little creature that I suffered from pain in my arms and legs.

EnDia came back from the car with a medium-sized, gray, cardboard shoebox in her hand, me still lifting the doghouse and her trying to get our puppy from under it.

“Come here, it’s OK. We got you,” EnDia said. I lifted my head down, only to see her face in a confused state. She turned to look at me sideways, as if she were looking at the stars. “It’s OK, you don’t have to be scared,” I exclaimed. My mom started whistling and my little sister started clapping her hands.

This time, after all the baby talking, hand clapping, and whistling, she started to move. I guess my sister made her feel safe and that’s what made her come out. We all made an aww face as her little legs tried to climb out of the giant hole underneath the doghouse and into the shoebox. She was struggling, but it was so cute that we sat to watch her climb for a minute. EnDia then grabbed her and placed her in the box. The box, despite the fact that it could be dark and scary, made her feel safe because she knew we were there, even though she was just stuck in a dark and scary place: underneath the doghouse. I was very happy that we got her out of that situation.

After we saved her, we thanked my mother’s friend, got into our car, and went home. We played with her and her box all night, which made her feel comfortable. We named her Diamond after our previous dog who had died five years before that. She made all of us happy because we worked so hard to save her and that’s what made our friendship with Diamond so special.

After that experience, it made me feel like I was her mother, wanting to protect and hold her close all of the time. I got the chance to prove that to her over the years, as someone who knows how to love. She is now five years of age and seems very happy about the way we raised her as a pet and also as a family member. Even though the box is gone, my feelings toward her never changed. Moments like that are what make me appreciate friendship because I work so hard to keep those type of relationships by proving that I care.


Artwork by Natalie Marion,

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