QUICK STORIES! Ok,

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QUICK STORIES! Ok,

QUICK STORIES! Ok, so this thread goes like this: you write a powerful story as fast as you can. to time yourself, you can use a stopwatch, use a clock that has a second hand, or someone to count the seconds in their head (saying 1 mississippi-2 mississippi works), and then write down the story and the time it took you. You can also continue the story. The stories should be pretty short.

Um... I can't tink of one right now...I have an idea, but, It's not long enough...

Note to self: 51-52-31 32-31-22-51-41-91-61-31-41.

(I put it in code so i could keep the idea, but no-one would know what it was. ;D)

 

Vick says xutr.

 

~~~NDT~~~

submitted by NDT, age 9, NC
(November 16, 2010 - 3:16 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Ooh, sounds fun.

Let's see...

***

Running on ice isn't as difficult as some would believe. In fact it's quite easy, given the proper technique.

It doesn't require special shoes or wire treads or crampons or any fancy equipment at all really. All it takes is balance, confidence, and a willingness to take a risk.

There is nothing like the feel of smooth ice beneath rubber soles, the uncontrolled balance of a skid. It's like flying, only better because in the event of a fall the ground isn't quite so far away. But the power, the freedom, the edge of uncertainty that are present during flight are all locked in the smooth, reflective panes of ice. All it takes is a first step, and the rest will follow in short order.

I've been running on ice for as long as I can remember. And as I soar by, hurried along by the glide and the flow and the sleek power of the ice beneath my shoes, I can see the heads turn, and the whispers that follow me as they form misty columns of skepticism around the watcher's heads.

They say: That's crazy.

They say: She'll fall and break her neck.

They say: What reckless behaviour.

They will never know the freedom of this ground-bound flight. They will never give themselves a chance to love the slide, the skid, the swerve of running on ice.

Because they don't understand that running on ice is not a matter of control, but of balance. It is a matter of pushing off here so the other foot slides there and then throwing the shoulders that way to counteract the resulting skid; and most of all it is never, never hesitating, because hesitation drives the runner to the ground in a spray of loose snow and shame and pain. The ice is unforgiving that way.

So the trick is to keep going even when gravity makes its rounds. The trick is to run with the ice, instead of on top of it.

It's simple, really.

***

9 minutes 47 seconds. 

Um, to explain somewhat:

This more or less came about from listening to Anyone Can Whistle (from, well, Anyone Can Whistle) rather more than is probably good for a person, and then wondering a lot more about the various metaphorical significances of whistling, and then going off on a mental tangent about other relatively innocuous activities that could be used as metaphors for human existence.

That and the fact that there is absolutely nothing more thrilling than sliding across a parking lot at top speed.

I've actually been considering developing it into a play/musical of some kind, if I have enough time. Which I may, because my NaNo is stalling at 17,000~ words.

/digressing 

submitted by TNÖ, age 17, Deep Space
(November 16, 2010 - 8:37 pm)

*pokepoke*

submitted by TNÖ, age 17, Deep Space
(November 17, 2010 - 9:25 am)

:D:D:D

Oh yeah, not to be nosy or anything, but do you have a driver's license? ;) I've been meaning to ask.

 

Vck says ywru.

 

~~NDT~~

submitted by NDT, age 9, NC
(November 18, 2010 - 9:51 pm)

I do, actually. And a car. Why?

submitted by TNÖ, age 17, Deep Space
(November 19, 2010 - 8:21 pm)

@TNO: He was just curious. ;) I've been meaning to ask that, meself.

 

Andy P. C. says ibkc.

~Wolfgirl67 signing off.

submitted by Wolfgirl67, age 12, Here.
(November 20, 2010 - 11:20 pm)

I step forward.  "Yeah, Kati, I'll do it," I tell her.  I really won't, though.  I just don't want to make her mad before she has her nap. 

I was going to Secret Agent Training Academy the next day and my sister was begging me to bring her in my suitcase.  "Thank you, Melody," she replied.  My mom...

 

Ugh.   Can't think under pressure.  3 min. 18 sec.  Will continue later.

 

@ANALESIA@

PS Did you know that if you type shift+tab, it will tab backwards?

 

submitted by Analesia, age LLLLLLLLLL, LLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
(November 19, 2010 - 4:29 pm)

Ooh! Cool!

{:-ID>

 

Vick says wmmf.

 

~~~NDT~~~

submitted by NDT, age 9, NC
(November 21, 2010 - 5:43 pm)

This looks fun!

I often lie in bed and let thoughts of the seasons past come into view. They seem far away at first, but then my brain travels through the smoky haze of time, and I remember...

....days spent licking rainbow-colored Popsicles that melted soon enough in the sun's blaring heat. Times where water fights broke loose, and water balloon supplies drained. Road trips, when eating a TV dinner via my Mp3 was possible. The days when the flowers still bloomed....

...and now the wind has come and left me in the cold, hungry for one more day off from school, one more break from this busy lifestyle. So when the snow falls, I make an igloo to reserve for happy days, and let it drown in the snowfall. Maybe another night, I will reflect on the glory days of summer.

Seven mintues. I write better without the clock. :)

 

submitted by WritingWarrior, age A good one, Nowheresville N
(December 5, 2010 - 6:54 pm)