Everyone in the class defined either “science” or “writing.” We compiled them to define “creativity.” – – – Creativity is learning, experimenting, teamwork and interest. It is putting things together to make the unknown, a really cool subject because there is no such thing as bad art. It is the unknown world of living things, expressing yourself, and emotions, what you are thinking, and taking risks. Creativity is painting drawing, poetry, learning about nature, the solar system, body, electricity, water, food and plastic. It is a project, something you make that can be a masterpiece to express your feelings. It…

Part of our Science Creative Literary Symposia. – – – THE DEATH OF A HUMAN HEART By Emma Sloan A human heart shall surely break, by the time it’s worldly and frail. From an attack, or An enemy’s deathly siege. Or from yearning for the embrace of a loved one long past. But which is worse? A sudden clogging of the darkened, winding hallways, that snake through one’s host. Or the deep, electric desire of a soul that you know is forever beyond your reach? Myself. I would choose to perish of heartache no matter my age and health. You…

This collective story beginning was written during a weeklong science and creative writing camp at the University of British Columbia. For more of the students’ work, please click here. To read their endings do click here and scroll down a bit. – – – Once there was a white blood cell, a special white blood cell, who was special because he was a giant white blood cell. And because he was so big, he could eat pickles, he played midfield for Manchester United, and he loved to help people. His name was Baldie Duval. He lived in a forest in…

This poem was written during a weeklong science and creative writing camp at the University of British Columbia. For more of the students’ work, please click here. – – – I am in a science lab. It is filled with machines. My diver is just standing still in the water. She doesn’t want to wreck her dress! She looks different from angles through the bottle and I make her move like my brother when he is happy! If I was a deep sea diver, I would like to meet an octopus. I wonder how old a turtle can be!

This poem was composed as a collective where each student was allowed to write a single sentence. The ManBearPig and daffofil topics came up during the symposia session when experiments on molecular chemistry (with specific reference to things like DNA) were performed. – – – Grasping the flower gently, He is ½ man, ½ bear, ½ pig, with flowers, from Imagination Land! Walking down the isle with a beautiful white dress flowing behind her, the Manbearpig carries a large bouquet of daffodils. Manbearpig lives in a cruel world of injustice. Hairy, muddy, humany. That’s Manbearpig. Being a Manbearpig is very…

My ideal microbe has sharp teeth, fury and green. It eats my homework. It likes math homework the best, but it will eat anything. My ideal microbe absolutely hates the sun, drinks ocean water. He smells like sour lemonade, but he doesn’t like lemons. Jonathan Chan and Carl Laurente David Lloyd George Elementary – – – My perfect microbe is a champion athlete: she has gold medals. She’s a male microbe magnet and is the envy of germs. My perfect microbe has never disobeyed me. She will come as I call. She is always by my side with elegance and…