I am writing

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I am writing

I am writing a dystopian novel!
Do not worry about it starting and never being finished like that other one on page 5 or 7 because I showed it to my cousin Priel who I see every Sunday and she wants to read more so she will tell me over and over again until I write more!
I will comment more info on this post when it's visible on the CB and I'm actually allowed to be using the computer for activities other than my report!

STOP USING EXCLAMATION POINTS.
okay! 

submitted by Velvet Serpent
(August 1, 2020 - 11:09 am)

back to the Inkwell

Go, Velvet Serpent! Keep on writing! please post some! I'm using too many exclamations too!

submitted by Strawberri, age 13 Winters, earth
(August 1, 2020 - 4:22 pm)
submitted by Top!
(August 1, 2020 - 5:29 pm)

I have four possible versions:

1. ssf (story so far)+more along the same lines

2. section I of ssf+matsl

3. section II of ssf+matsl

4. Simon's POV

And here's the story:
Section I

I'm late for school.
The panic that rushes over me as I contemplate this information is unreasonable. Nothing in the New Towns should be unreasonable. I should run so I get there faster.
I arrive at the school corridors and take my seat. Teacher Simona doesn't say a word and continues her lecture, but I know I'll get a punishment.
It's a lecture I've heard before. I switch my attention to my classmates. There they all are: Joanna, Natacha, oliver, Maxius, Emi, Noah, Alice, Priel, Crennie, Bob, Crimson, Ali, Angelica, Josn, Milo, Dave, and Simn.
Waitwaitwait, that's not Simon.

A piercing note of the bell, and we all line up to run around on the synth-grass for a while. Not-Simon is a little slow on the uptake.
We tromp down the corridor single-file. Alice trips on the warped piece of flooring. She should have known it was there. We all hold position, waiting for her to get up, except for not-Simon. He holds out a hand like he wants to help Alice up. Weirdo.

We Exercise. We complete our other classes. Where is Simon? 
I get a talking-to for being late. Where is Simon? Maybe he's just out sick.
I walk home. Alone because Simon's not with me, Where's Simon? Maybe he's just out sick. But there's some weirdo in his spot. What if--
 
 

submitted by Natalie C.
(August 3, 2020 - 10:50 am)

"Hi, I'm Raymond. Who are you? I used to live in Aurora City."
Oh boy. Skyside me, please. I don't want to befriend this shax.
Simon would...
"I'm Kate."
Wait, Aurora City? That's not a New Town. Strange.
"Hi, Kate! Can you maybe introduce me to some people?"
I groan. "Fine. But after that, you're on your own."
Raymond grins. "Okay."
Bleh...... 

submitted by Velvet Serpent
(August 3, 2020 - 11:53 am)

That's cool! I'm writing a dystopian novrl too! uwu 

submitted by Feline Fantasy
(August 8, 2020 - 7:15 am)