Have you heard of fan fiction? If not, it is an opportunity to create a story of your own using the characters and settings of any story you would like. You can even mix stories or interactions between characters. Turn in a work of fan fiction to earn 2 PUBLISHER POINTS. To earn 5 PUBLISHER POINTS, create a fan fiction story that puts Tris Prior and Four Eaton from Divergent into a Hunger Games battle.
Would they still keep their Dauntless identities or will they fit in with a new District?
What will be the twists the game-makers introduce into this hunger games?
What will the hunger games arena look like? Desert, Mountains, Space?
Will Tris and Four run into any other familiar Hunger Games characters?
You write the story! Submit one chapter or the whole story to wcpldteen@gmail.com to receive your PUBLISHER POINTS
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
The Game Has Begun. Part the First. (Mouse and Cursor)
Written by Patrick (our new Publisher Points leader for August!).
Chapter One.
Oh, god, my fingers hurt. Why is everything dimm..i..ng? She could
feel her fingers slowly going numb, her entire body going almost limp,
and her mind going empty. Just a few more lines. Almost done. The
screen was dimming before her eyes, the mixed up numbers and letters
swimming together. Five more minutes, Brain, and then we can go,
please, please.... I won’t let anyone else feel this. She was trying
her hardest to stay awake, and could feel everything lightening up,
out of sheer will, but only for a few moments. Then everything slowly
went black. Thank god I memorized the code... She could barely type at
all, but she was slowly finishing up. Her final act, she pushed the
Enter key, and slowly, then all at once, everything went black, and
she felt herself pitching forwards, onto her keyboard. As she fell,
she could hear the screen chiming, and heard her speakers speak in a
monotone voice. “The Game. Has Begun.”.
Chapter Two.
Slowly, the computer screen began to blink, over the code. Black, and
then back, on and off, over and over, for about twenty seconds, and
then slowly, Mouse and Cursor began to fade into existence on the
screen. First as an outline, and then gaining substance, and form,
until they were visible. Instantly the monitors camera began to blink
and whir, as Mouse and Cursor began to look out of it, and then, they
saw Cath. And Mouse shrieked, in his fast, high pitched, slightly
squeaky voice “CURSOR! What do we do? She could be dying! We need to
help her! She’s our MOTHER!”
Cursor responded, his voice quick, as though his words couldn’t keep
up with his thoughts, and slightly cold and harsh, like he couldn’t be
bothered with emotions. “Whatever for?” At this point, he decided he
should try a British accent, and pushed it into his coding. “Look at
her, she’s entered into minor cardiac arrest, judging by the slight
vomit exiting her mouth, and staining our keyboard, her eyes are
rolling around under her eyelids, her skin is cold, but she’s
sweating, and her hands appear to be twitching, and her throat appears
to be contracting repeatedly. I perceive that she overdosed on a
mixture of valium, tylenol pm, and ibuprofen. She has perhaps fifteen
minutes to live, and the average Chicago ambulance response time is
ten minutes. It would be an even larger waste of time to call an
ambulance than it was for me to waste my time explaining why we
shouldn’t, with the added “benefit” of wasting the time of the EMTs
and thereby remove time for someone else.” The entire exchange took
perhaps ten seconds.
Mouse was slightly stunned, but didn’t care. He was dialing from
Cath’s desktop Skype account before Cursor finished his first
sentence. “Oh, shut up, Cursor. This is our mother, we have to try, at
least.” Mouse finished dialing, and he spoke in his pitchy voice
through the mic into the Skype account, telling the ambulance router
the address and that there was a woman overdosed on pills laying in
the bedroom. They waited in silence, with Mouse constantly twisting
his whiskers, out of nerves.
When the EMTs arrived, they broke down the door, and ran inside,
quickly finding Cath, stabilizing her on the stretcher, and then
carrying her out, not even noticing Mouse and Cursor sitting on the
computer screen.
“... We should follow her. Please, Cursor.” Mouse said, imploringly.
“Whatever for? There is literally nothing else we can do for her...
Except.. We could follow our coding. Go, and find others, help them
before they get as far gone as Cath.” Cursor responded, pausing and
changing tact, when he noticed Mouse beginning to cry.
Mouse began to sniffle, still twisting and tugging on his whisker.
“Yes... We might as well. Follow her final wishes, you know.” Cursor
noticed, with extreme pleasure, that Mouse had followed his idea, and
also begun to use a British accent. He felt it was most fitting, they
should both have one.
Chapter One.
Oh, god, my fingers hurt. Why is everything dimm..i..ng? She could
feel her fingers slowly going numb, her entire body going almost limp,
and her mind going empty. Just a few more lines. Almost done. The
screen was dimming before her eyes, the mixed up numbers and letters
swimming together. Five more minutes, Brain, and then we can go,
please, please.... I won’t let anyone else feel this. She was trying
her hardest to stay awake, and could feel everything lightening up,
out of sheer will, but only for a few moments. Then everything slowly
went black. Thank god I memorized the code... She could barely type at
all, but she was slowly finishing up. Her final act, she pushed the
Enter key, and slowly, then all at once, everything went black, and
she felt herself pitching forwards, onto her keyboard. As she fell,
she could hear the screen chiming, and heard her speakers speak in a
monotone voice. “The Game. Has Begun.”.
Chapter Two.
Slowly, the computer screen began to blink, over the code. Black, and
then back, on and off, over and over, for about twenty seconds, and
then slowly, Mouse and Cursor began to fade into existence on the
screen. First as an outline, and then gaining substance, and form,
until they were visible. Instantly the monitors camera began to blink
and whir, as Mouse and Cursor began to look out of it, and then, they
saw Cath. And Mouse shrieked, in his fast, high pitched, slightly
squeaky voice “CURSOR! What do we do? She could be dying! We need to
help her! She’s our MOTHER!”
Cursor responded, his voice quick, as though his words couldn’t keep
up with his thoughts, and slightly cold and harsh, like he couldn’t be
bothered with emotions. “Whatever for?” At this point, he decided he
should try a British accent, and pushed it into his coding. “Look at
her, she’s entered into minor cardiac arrest, judging by the slight
vomit exiting her mouth, and staining our keyboard, her eyes are
rolling around under her eyelids, her skin is cold, but she’s
sweating, and her hands appear to be twitching, and her throat appears
to be contracting repeatedly. I perceive that she overdosed on a
mixture of valium, tylenol pm, and ibuprofen. She has perhaps fifteen
minutes to live, and the average Chicago ambulance response time is
ten minutes. It would be an even larger waste of time to call an
ambulance than it was for me to waste my time explaining why we
shouldn’t, with the added “benefit” of wasting the time of the EMTs
and thereby remove time for someone else.” The entire exchange took
perhaps ten seconds.
Mouse was slightly stunned, but didn’t care. He was dialing from
Cath’s desktop Skype account before Cursor finished his first
sentence. “Oh, shut up, Cursor. This is our mother, we have to try, at
least.” Mouse finished dialing, and he spoke in his pitchy voice
through the mic into the Skype account, telling the ambulance router
the address and that there was a woman overdosed on pills laying in
the bedroom. They waited in silence, with Mouse constantly twisting
his whiskers, out of nerves.
When the EMTs arrived, they broke down the door, and ran inside,
quickly finding Cath, stabilizing her on the stretcher, and then
carrying her out, not even noticing Mouse and Cursor sitting on the
computer screen.
“... We should follow her. Please, Cursor.” Mouse said, imploringly.
“Whatever for? There is literally nothing else we can do for her...
Except.. We could follow our coding. Go, and find others, help them
before they get as far gone as Cath.” Cursor responded, pausing and
changing tact, when he noticed Mouse beginning to cry.
Mouse began to sniffle, still twisting and tugging on his whisker.
“Yes... We might as well. Follow her final wishes, you know.” Cursor
noticed, with extreme pleasure, that Mouse had followed his idea, and
also begun to use a British accent. He felt it was most fitting, they
should both have one.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Writers Group's Reverse Engineering Part 1
Here is a collaborative start to a short story created by those who attended Writers Group on 8/19. The story is in response to the reverse engineering activity posted yesterday. Come to Writers Group next month to help us add more!
This story starts in the underworld. The underworld is
awesome. When you are there you see dead relatives and old bands with dead
people, like Nirvana. Nirvana rocks. My
natural habitat is the underworld and its entirety which also includes fetus
One Direction, Emily Bono, hellhounds and Satan. One day, in 1927 at 10:00pm
I, Elsie Abbott, committed suicide due to the death of my pet cat, Mr. James
Callico who died due to his suffocation on my gerbil named Gerard.
It is not much but it sure is a start!
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Writing Fun! A game we call Reverse Engineering
Can you create a short story by cohesively fitting in the objects and verbs below to be main features of your story? These...things can come in any order of your story. Any person who successfully completes this challenge by submitting their story to wcpldteen@gmail.com will earn between 2-4 PUBLISHING POINTS!
mustache
lighthouse
trampoline
giant alarm clock set for 10:00pm
treasure chest
a female character by the name Elsie Abbott
a male character by the name James Calico
a town with the name of your choice
Mouse and Cursor (optional - additional PUBLISHER POINT if included)
mustache
lighthouse
trampoline
giant alarm clock set for 10:00pm
treasure chest
a female character by the name Elsie Abbott
a male character by the name James Calico
a town with the name of your choice
Mouse and Cursor (optional - additional PUBLISHER POINT if included)
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Required Reading Review
Alright everybody, each year our high school students are required to
read a book from a specific selection of titles. This year we would like
to hear about your experiences! Tell us the book you read, your overall
reaction towards the book and one character or scene that inspired or
infuriated you. Send all this (about 300 words) in a word document to
wcpldteen@gmail.com to have your very own words posted to the blog AND
earn 2 publishing points for the month of August. (You do not have to write about one of the pictured books.)
Monday, August 4, 2014
Introducing...Mouse and Cursor
Would you like to earn 2 Publishing Points? Read below to learn how.
Scooby Doo and Shaggy, Tom and Jerry, Holmes and Watson, Roadrunner and Wile E Coyote; we all know these popular duos. Now, we introduce you to our friendly icons Mouse and Cursor. Mouse (left) is jolly, cheerful, kind-hearted and good-humored while Cursor (right) is demanding, picky, and peculiarly unconventional. They travel around the world in a motorcycle and
sidecar conquering adventures you create along the way. Use these characters in a creative post and earn 2 publishing points! We are interested in adding some accessories to them both so comment below with your ideas; top on the list are a monocle and mustache for cursor.
Do not forget to email any blog posts to wcpldteen@gmail.com.
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