Writing Riot

display your passion

Not only will I preserve your most intimate inner feelings and thoughts, but also I can create an everlastingly vivid image of you, which evolves each time your dearest reads me. I am not a photo, doomed to be consigned to oblivion. I am the creator of pictures, pictures that regenerate, pictures that neither erode nor age. I am powerful. My name is Writing.

About Me

I am a writer and an OCT and TESL Ontario certified teacher and have taught English, writing, ESL, and IELTS for more than 18 years in many schools in Canada and abroad. I have a...

My Hall of Fame

Every time my students show a passion for writing, they create pieces that make their way into my Hall of Fame, and that is when you get to read them, too.

Multitask No More – Matthew, Grade 7

This personal narrative is written by one of my grade 7 students. He has aptly described a number of rising actions, which clearly portray his...

A Day at School – Krystal, Grade 8

This creative assignment – changing the mood – is done by one of my grade 8 students. He has used the appropriate word choice as...

My Basketball Boo Boos – Dylan, Grade 4

This personal narrative is written by one of my grade 4 students. He has successfully sequenced the events leading to the climax, which is descriptively...

A Close Resemblance – Annie, Grade 10

This literary essay is written by one of my grade 10 students. She has presented a very debatable thesis statement, claiming that the line between...

“Lather and Nothing More” – Alan, Grade 10

This short haiku and the accompanying commentary are written by one of my grade 10 students based on the short story "Lather and Nothing More." ...

Time to Change – Tina, Grade 10

This argumentative essay is written by one of my grade 10 students. She persuasively argues that all drugs need to be decriminalized and points to...

Not only will I preserve your most intimate inner feelings and thoughts, but also I can create an everlastingly vivid image of you, which evolves each time your dearest reads me. I am not a photo, doomed to be consigned to oblivion. I am the creator of pictures, pictures that regenerate, pictures that neither erode nor age. I am powerful. My name is Writing.