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Writing class!!
Writing class!!
I wanted to make a writing class for the new writers and the old. All you have to do is write your name. I will make a list and once a week I will post a new thing for you to work on. I can do it sooner too. But anyway if you join you need to write your stories on this thread. I will post the first challenge now.
Lesson 1: Pick one of the starting sentences below and write a short story starting with it.
1: The ghost was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
2: I have one brown eye and one green eye. The brown eye sees truth, but the green eye sees much more.
3: "Be nice," my father said. "After all he is your brother."
4: I am the most famous 12-year-old in the United States.
5: If somebody didn't do somthing soon there was going to be a catastrophe.
6: Ms. Fleming's wing had gone missing.
Good luck. I am going to post too.
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(November 3, 2015 - 9:42 pm)
(November 3, 2015 - 9:42 pm)
Whoops. Sorry about the formatting, I copy/pasted this in from Word. Hope you don't mind.
Koda says fank. That's one of those words that should really be a word but isn't actually a word.
(November 18, 2015 - 8:48 am)
As the grandfather clock struck twelve, a thunderstorm immediately began, and I was aroused from my sleep by a bright flash of lightning. The pendulum of the old clock still swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, the same as it had before, but I sat bolt upright in bed, unable to fall asleep again. My room suddenly felt a whole lot darker. My adorable puppy, with his big azure eyes whimpered in a corner. I picked him up and cuddled him, comforting him, and then brought him downstairs with me. Lighting a fire in the fireplace, I let Sam curl up on a chair in front of the warmth, while I made myself a cup of mint tea. When I came back with the steaming drink, he was yawning, almost asleep. I pulled my favorite book, the one I read when I can't sleep. The crimson light of the fire surrounding me as I opened the emerald cover. Within minutes I was transported to a magical land, battling dragons alongside the heroine, but I was brought out of my reverie by three quick knocks on the door. I closed the book and rushed to pull the door open. I was greeted by a stranger with cold amber eyes and a mean smile. The butterflies in my stomach started to flutter as I stared, waiting for him to say something. Finally he did. He spoke in a rasping voice and I remember what he said clearly.
"I have an offer to make," he had said.
"If you join me, we can take over the world. I have searched near and far for people to recruit, and you are one of the ones I have chosen," he continued
"Why me?" I asked
"Erm... Because you were the only one still awake..," he said.
"But anyway, back to the deal, you become one of my workers, and you get to help rule the world! Plus you get a share in any profits we may collect! You'll be rich!" he said.
"Um no thanks. I don't join forces with strangers who show up at my door past midnight, thank you very much. Now please get out of here," I say, slamming the door in his face.
"THE BIOLUMINESCENT SHIELD SHALL ALWAYS BE AGAINST YOU! BEWARE!!!" he shouted.
I smiled and went back to reading my book. I'll never join him. I know what he is. He's a kidnapper, a blackmailer, and a thief. Why he didn't take me as soon as I opened the door, I don't know, but I do know that no "Bioluminescent Shield" will be capturing me anytime soon. If that man knew who I really was, he would have run away in terror. He doesn't know it, but I was the one that brought him down 10 years ago, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
(November 16, 2015 - 5:24 pm)
Wow. Now one of the words is Amber and she's the main main character in my novel. Psychic!
Estrael and the owl met with Estrael's mentor, Zhumine. His strange crimson eyes crinkled at the corners when he saw the owl. It ruffled its beige wings and hooted. Zhumine beckoned to the pair and they went along with him. He was an old man, stooped over with age and grasping a cane in a knobbly hand. He wore a dark blue coat that had a hood over his face, concealing most of his features, but his eyes glowed bioluminisciently from the shadows. He smiled rarely and laughed even less often, but Estrael had grown fond of him over the years. She had been a wizard's apprentice for 3 years so she was able to select a familiar. Zhumine had told her that he would perform a ceremony so she could communicate with the owl. They reached his cottage in the woods not too far away from the aviary in silence. Zhumine led Estrael to a courtyard in the back of it and motioned her to sit down. He waved his arms in a complicated pattern and hummed a mantra. His eyes glowed like rubies as the mantra grew faster and faster. Estrae;'s eyes shone like sapphires and the owl's burned gold. Suddenly Estrael felt as though cotton had been pulled from her ears. A new voice had entered her head, one wise and timeless. The voice of the owl, she realized. It hooted and whispered, My name is Toraia. You are my loyal now and we are bonded for life.
Estrael smiled and replied, "I'm Estrael." She inhaled the sweet scent of the buttercups surrounding her and added, "I can't wait to see what adventures we'll have!"
(November 18, 2015 - 8:07 pm)
Is it ok to kinda change the form of the words? Like for example: can I change the word "traverse" to "traversed"?
(November 19, 2015 - 10:01 am)
(November 19, 2015 - 1:54 pm)
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(November 28, 2015 - 11:03 am)
Ok, this MUST be topped right this second
Misty says rmip. I think she also wants this thread to top
(December 2, 2015 - 12:22 pm)
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(December 7, 2015 - 12:53 pm)
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(December 7, 2015 - 8:09 pm)
The morning sun slowly creeps above the horizon, radiant rays spilling across the burning remains of the city. The slight breeze blows along, bringing the scent of musty stone dust, gently whipping the man’s coat side to side. He stands firmly atop of jagged chunk of concert-it might have once been the fountain of a large building. His face is bloody with scratches from broken glass.
He has survived this night, this terrible night of all nights, this night of terror. Now he only remembers bits of it; flashes of light, the pungent smell of smoke, explosions, edged with crimson and ruby, the starred sky seeming to shake. Running, he remembers that. Crashing through the window, glass scattering all around him, to find someone, to get them out. He had taken her hand and they had run, so hard to get out alive, to live on, pavement hard under their feet. They had will to live. They would escape this. They would live.
So much hope, they had, so much will.
He remembers staying by her side, after the explosive had gone off right next to her. He remembers her breathing slowing as the night wore on, the light from the small fires all around reflecting in her amber eyes. She had died, like so many others that day. He had left her then, as the sky lightened to a peacock blue and the stars began to wink out, one by one.
He had dreamed many things in his lifetime, hoped many things, seen many things, but nothing had been quite like this one. The hubbub of the world would swirl all around him for the rest of his days. but he would be ever the baffled.
He would not forget this. Not now, not ever. Because you just can’t.
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Eleven given words!
(December 19, 2015 - 5:39 pm)
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