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Friday, December 18, 2015
Starting Point
Write something using the prompt above as a starting point. Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. Remember to follow the blog guidelines and submit any original writing or art frequently to become publisher of the month!
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(As always, you do not have to use the provided prompts, but they are always there to spark your imagination!)
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Monday, December 7, 2015
Starting Point
Write something using the prompt above as a starting point. Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. Remember to follow the blog guidelines and submit any original writing or art frequently to become publisher of the month!
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(As always, you do not have to use the provided prompts, but they are always there to spark your imagination!)
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Starting Point
Write something using the prompt above as a starting point. You can base it off of someone in your life, or it can simply be the first sentence of your fictional story.
Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. Remember to follow the blog guidelines and submit any original writing or art frequently to become publisher of the month!
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(As always, you do not have to use the provided prompts, but they are always there for inspiration!)
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Starting Point
Write a short story, or begin a longer story using the prompt above. Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. Remember to follow the blog guidelines and submit any original writing or art frequently to become publisher of the month!
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(As always, you do not have to use the provided prompts. They are there for inspiration!)
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Starting Point
Write a short story, or begin a longer story using the prompt above. Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. Remember to follow the blog guidelines and submit any original writing or art frequently to become publisher of the month!
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(You do not have to use the provided prompt.)
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Befuddled by Penner Jones
Befuddled
By Penner Jones
I can't stop thinking about it
No matter how hard I try.
To say that I understand this,
That would be a lie.
How do people have the courage to say it?
How do they know the right time?
I know I can't say anything;
I know the time's not right.
Why, Lord, did you make me like this?
I want to know his mind.
-by Penner Jones
Friday, October 16, 2015
Midnight by Penner J.
Midnight
It's that time
That blessed time
The moon is rising
On oceans deep
Over crystal mount
On stony vale
It's that time
That blessed time
When dragons growl
Asleep in den
When wolves do howl
On hunt for prey
It's that time
That blessed time
Midnight again
Midnight again
- by Penner Jones
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Starting Point
Have you heard?
Astronaut Scott Kelly and Cosmonaut Mikhail Kornienko are doing tests on an International Space Station, as well as undergoing an experiment themselves which will break the record for the longest stay in space (which now stands at one continuous year). Kelly's twin brother, also an astronaut is staying down on earth as the control subject.
You can read about it here:
http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2015/03/25/astronaut-scott-kelly-space-voyage/70466704/
What do you think it would be like to be isolated from the world for one year, on a space station? What would you encounter, and what would you do to keep from boredom, or worse? Talk about extreme cabin fever! Not to mention the ultimate long-distance relationships. Will your characters break the record, will they give up, or will something sabotage them?
Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. Remember to submit any original writing or art frequently to become publisher of the month! (You can also use a previously provided prompt if you like, or not use a prompt at all.)
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Starting Point
Yes, that is a bullfighter. Is he about to feel pain? Or exhilaration? Or is it possible to be so good he's actually bored doing this some days? You can write from the perspective of the bull fighter, the bull, or someone in the crowd that day, using the picture above as your inspiration.
Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. Remember to submit any original writing or art frequently to become publisher of the month! (You do not have to use the provided prompt.)
Friday, September 18, 2015
Starting Point
Write a short story, micro-fiction piece, or beginning to a longer story using the prompt above. Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. The publisher of the month will be announced at the next YA Council meeting on October 6th!
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Monday, August 31, 2015
Starting Point
Write a short story, micro-fiction piece, or beginning to a longer story using the prompt above. Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. The publisher of the month will be announced at the next YA Council meeting on October 6th!
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Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Starting Point
Write a short story, micro-fiction piece, or beginning to a longer story using one (or more) of these pictures as a prompt. Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. The publisher of the month will be announced at the next YA Council meeting on September 1st!
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Monday, July 20, 2015
Starting Point
Write a short story, micro-fiction piece, or beginning to a longer story using this prompt. Send your creative writing to wcpldteen@gmail.com and get at least 2 publisher points for your submission. The publisher of the month will be announced at the next YA Council meeting on August 4th!
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Chapter 7 (part 2/2) from Rebels with Guts Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar
Chapter Seven, Beth's Little Book Of Secrets
(James) May 20th, 2067
It
has been a little over a week since Pinky asked me about Beth. I've
been trying so hard to forget about Beth, but now she's all I can think
about. It's so sad to think about her since by now she's probably ashes
on the ground where the ruins of Chicago are.
It
was a Sunday afternoon, and we never did any training or work on
Sundays so I had nothing to do. I sat in my bedroom on my bed looking at
my little wallet sized picture of Beth. Just thinking about all the
times we spent together. I tear rolled down my cheek. I missed her so
much.
I
put the picture down, and rummaged through my backpack for my old
decoding book. When my hand touched a small book I didn't recognize. I
pulled it out, and looked at it. It was a small black book with gold
lettering spelling the word DIARY on it. "I don't remember having a diary?" I thought, examining the book.
"Here goes nothing..." I opened the book. Inside the cover were the words, "This diary is the property of Beth May."
"I have Beth's diary? Oh My Gosh!" I exclaimed. "I should read it!" I said excitedly flipping the next page. Then I stopped, "Is it wrong to read a dead girls diary?" I thought, "Well she is dead...it's not like she can get mad at me for reading it...so I guess it's okay..." I opened it and read.
February 17th, 2060
"Dear
diary, I'm Beth May, and I got you for my birthday today from my dad. I
know I might be a little old to have a diary being 10 and all, but he
said it was a good way to get things off your chest by putting them in
writing.
My dad's really nice and loving, but him and mom fight a lot about her
magic. My dad always tells her it's not safe to use magic around me and
baby Rosie, but mom says she's never use it on us unless we get really
out of line. Even though she uses it on dad all the time. Whenever her
hands glow blue it means a spell is coming, but when they glow red it
means a dark spell is coming. Mom thinks me or Rosie might have
inherited magic, but dad always say he hopes not because he doesn't want
dark magic tainting us.
Today things got bad; mom and dad were mad at each other all through my
party. When all the guests were gone mom used her magic to have the
wall paper attack dad and tie him up like rope. He hung there for an
hour and mom wouldn't let me help him free! She said, 'He needs to serve
his punishment!'
Poor daddy!"
He
words hit me like a brick wall. This was why she had never wanted me to
come to her house! Her mom had magic, dark magic! Like Killian! I
couldn't believe it; the seemingly normal Beth May had a dark sorceress
for a mom!
I
had to read on now that I was in. So I flipped through, looking for more
about her family. The next few entries were about school, boys, and how
much puberty sucks. There wasn't much about her family until I hit the
entries from 2063.
January 7th, 2063
"Dear
diary it's a new year and with it more family problems. I know I
haven't talked about my family much, but things have gotten bad. My mom
and dad fight almost everyday, and mom is using her magic more and
more.
The other day she turned him into a fly and put him in a jar. He flew
around trying to escape for hour, until he fell down to the bottom of
the jar exhausted. I tried to help him, but mom used her magic to glue
me to the wall while she put a shield spell around his jar.
Eventually mom left the house to go to her book club. I think she
forgot about that or maybe she left him like that on purpose. I was
still stuck to the wall so Rosie did her best to get to dad, but she
couldn't get through the shield. I knew I needed to free dad so I prayed
that I could break the spell on me and free dad. That's when something
weird happened; when I opened my eyes after praying I was free from the
spell and my hands were glowing purple.
Rosie had a look of horror on her face, 'You can do...' Rosie trailed off. She looked like she'd just seen a ghost.
In that moment I think a something clicked inside of me because in that
moment I could feel the magic inside me. It gave me a sense of power. I
felt like if I wanted something to happen it would. I lifted my hands
up and pointed them at the shield around the jar my dad was trapped in,
and willed the magic inside me to break it. The air space where the
shield was rippled purple, and gave out a sound like shattering glass
then went silent. After that I turned my attention to the jar my dad was
in. When I looked at it the lid flew off, dad flew out, and the jar
went flying into the wall and shattered. Dad in the form of a fly flew
around frantically. I pointed my hand at him, and willed my magic to
make him become human again. The fly version of him fell to the ground
writhing as it got bigger and bigger as it morphed back into a human.
When he was fulling human again he stopped writhing, sat up, and
screamed.
'Don't ever mention that you have magic to your mother! Ever!' My dad shouted terrified."
"Beth has magic!" Oh My Gosh!" I exclaimed. In a million years I never
would have guessed Beth was anything out of the ordinary. I read on
through more entries about fights between Beth's parents, magical
occurrences, and other family affairs. Until I hit an entry from April
19th, 2064 that caught my attention at the top it read,
"R.I.P Dad."
"Maybe this could explain some things?" I said to myself. So I read it.
April 19th, 2064 "R.I.P Dad"
"I walked home from school today thinking it would be a relatively
normal Thursday, but normal doesn't describe my life ever. When I got to
my street there were police cars everywhere. I walked up to my house,
and walked in the front door. I was met with Rosie's sobs, and an
onslaught of talking. That's when I realized all the police officers
were at my house. Our house was packed with over a dozen police
officers.
Rosie ran up to me, crying, 'Beth! I was up stairs while mommy and daddy
were fighting, and I heard daddy scream. And when I came downstairs he
was on the floor not moving, and mom was standing over his body
grinning. Oh Beth! She killed him! I called the police people! I had to
mommy went after me! They got here right before she killed me! They've
got her tied up now! Beth I'm so scared! She's crazy!' Rosie sobbed into
my shirt.
"I guided her into the living room crying myself. Sure enough mom was
tied to a chair, and dad's body lay on the floor not breathing. The
police were questioning mom, 'Ma'am did you kill your husband?' The
officer asked my mom.
'You bet I did! I've wanted to for a long time! The man has deserved it
since the day I married him!" She shouted rising from her chair, 'But
I'm not going to jail for killing that piece of scum! Who I've done the
world a favor by killing! So I think it's better if you forget we had
this conversation!' Mom waved her hand and all the police officer and
Rosie faces glazed over. I tried to use my magic to reverse it, but I
felt as though the magic had been sucked from me. I felt powerless and
weak. I could do nothing about the spell.
The police officer nearest to mom turned to her and said, 'I'm sorry to
inform you your husband died of a freak heart attack, My condolences.'
Then he turned to the other police officers and said, 'Let's go boys.'
With that they left. Leaving me with a little sister who couldn't
remember how her dad died, and a crazy woman with magic. Her magic
didn't work on me anymore, that was the only leverage I had. I knew
however I'd have to pretend it did if I wanted to live.
There was only one more entry after this one, so I read the final entry.
April 21st, 2064
"Today we buried my dad. It was just me, mom, and Rosie. Nobody else
knows about his death, and mom wants to keep it that way. I didn't
understand why until I got a good look at his body, and realized the
area around his heart was glowing red. Like dark magic red. Most of the
relatives know about moms magic, and would have known he was killed by
magic, her magic. Somebody probably would have turned her in.
Goodbye diary I don't think I'll be writing anymore entries, I'll be to busy trying to make my moms life a living hell. Bye.”
Every
page after that was blank, but inside the back cover was a note that
was obviously scrawled quickly. The note was not in Beth's hand writing.
This intrigued me. It said the following.
"Dear
Beth, I love you so much I hope you know that. Your mother is going to
kill me today. I overheard her talking about it with Ms. M. last night. I
don't want to die believe me. If I could do anything about it I would,
but she's just too powerful. Tell Rosie I love her. Oh and one more thing
I left the locket I always wear in our secret spot; if she tries to
kill you use your magic to open it. It contains something even your
mother couldn't hope to defeat. I love you my dear Beth, Goodbye."
"P.S. Use this spell to open the locket: μενταγιόν ανοιχτό
"How could it be that all this time Beth had had so many secrets and I never noticed?" I thought, putting down the diary. "How?"
Monday, July 6, 2015
Chapter 5 (part 2/2) from Rebels with Guts Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar
Chapter Six, Of Monsters and Magic
(Beth) May 9th, 2065
"Alright that's ten minutes!" I shouted so the whole crowd of monsters could hear me.
"So what do you think?" Bob asked, clearly nervous about my answer.
"You've just explained to me that you're all monsters created by Killian
that he rejected because you weren't brutal enough. You've also
informed me I must become your leader because I am one of the only
people on earth who has enough magic to face Killian and win. What I
think is, your crazy!" I felt very overwhelmed; how could they expect me
to believe this crazy talk?
"It's not crazy! You know about magic! You just won't admit!" Daisy shouted, anger rising in her voice.
"Daisy calm down." Bob said, trying to keep his voice as even as possibly.
"I
will not calm down!" Daisy retaliated. "Stop lying to us Beth; we know
all about your mom!" She got closer to me, fire in her eyes.
"Don't you dare speak of her! That woman ruined my life!" I shouted, getting up in Daisy's face.
"We know everything about your life Beth." Daisy pressed, "We were
created by magic, so we can sense and see magic. And we've known about
you and your mom for a long time."
"Alright were down the rabbit hole..." Bob sighed, "We think you're a lot like her Beth, you could do great things."
"Don't even compare me to that woman! She's EVIL!" I screamed covering my ears.
"I know you don't want to hear this, but you inherited her magic." Bob said, coming towards me.
I screamed and ran for it. I couldn't stand to hear anymore about the similarities of me and the woman who ruined my life.
"Beth! Come back!" The monsters shouted after me, but I just kept running.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Chapter 5 (part 2/2) from Rebels with Guts Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar
When I
arrived at breakfast 20 minutes later everybody was there except Ann
Lee Lewis. Who is always late because she spends like an eternity on her
makeup. She's one of those people who puts on like a million pounds of
makeup everyday. And for her it's always black everything. Black makeup,
black clothes, black accessories.
I took my seat on Pinky's right, Rosie was on her left.
"7:59, not bad sweetie, your times improving." Pinky said, looking at her high tech black watch.
"Jamzy you look so hot today! When are you going to confess your love to
me? I know you want to." Kasey said, batting her fake eye lashes at
me.
"When Hell freezes over, Kase." I said flatly, intertwining my right
hand with Pinky's left. Pink grinned at me and put her head on my
shoulder. Kasey looked at me disappointed then turned to Jamie to talk
about some girl thing, I'm sure.
"I love you James." Pinky said, kissing me on the cheek.
"I love you more." I said, grinning. I kissed her on the lips.
"Nuh uh I love you most!" Pinky one upped me. She kissed me back.
"Alright PDAs can you do that somewhere else I'm trying to eat here!" Nija said, thoroughly annoyed.
"Your just jealous." Pinky said ruffling my hair.
"I am not! I got a guy!" Nija said, indignantly.
"Yeah, your teddy bear doesn't count." Pinky said, flatly. As though
dismissing the fact that Nija having a guy was even possible.
Nija gave Pinky a murderous look. She looked about ready to pull out her gun and shoot Pinky right between the eyes.
"Please Pinky, we're all a little sick of watching you two be
nauseatingly cute whenever we're trying to eat." Ella said, giving Pinky
a pleading look. Pinky's jaw went slack in awe. Ella never spoke out or
got involved in conflict. She must be really fed up with it if she was
willing to standing up to Pinky about it. If it was anybody else asking
Pinky to stop being such a PDA she would have blown up at them, but
Pinky couldn't blow up at Ella. Ella was so innocent, she'd probably
start crying.
Pinky's face turned soft when she looked into Ella's pleading eyes. "Alright Ella we'll stop being PDA's so much at meals."
The rest of the meal was silent for the most part, other then when Ann Lee Lewis walking in around 8:50
when everyone was basically done. She was decked out in more makeup
then I think Pinky wears overall in an entire month. It was all black,
from her 3 pairs of fake eye lashes, to her black eye shadow and eye
liner, to her jet black lip stick. Her clothes were on the extravagant
side too; they were all black (obviously). She had on a very tight long
sleeved black shirt, a tight black leather mini skirt, tight black
leggings, and nee high 8 inch heeled boots.
"You look like a rotten banana, Ann." Jamie said, looking Ann over with a clear look of distain on her face.
"Thank you." Ann said, giving Jamie an oh so fake smile.
"That wasn't meant as a compliment" Jamie looked confused; she clearing hadn't sensed the sarcasm.
"I
know." Ann said, flatly turning her attention to the now cold food. "Do
you guys ever serve warm food?" She poked the cold food with a look of
disgust on her face.
"We did, an hour ago when breakfast actual starts for people who feel
the schedule applies to them." Nija said, giving Ann a look of pure
hatred.
"I'm sorry that some of us actually want to look like they tried." Ann
gave Nija a look equally as hateful as the one Nija had given her.
"Tried what? Looking like a three day old corps?" Nija gave Ann a defiant grin, that said, I know I win.
"Go to Hell." Ann said, scooping freezing cold eggs onto her plate.
"No thanks, I'm good here on earth." Nija got up from the table and walked out of the room.
☼☼☼
After breakfast we all headed down to the training room for fighting
training and practice. Me and Pinky walked down together her head
resting on my shoulder as we walked. I had just rested my head on top of
hers when Pinky said something very unexpected.
"So tell me about Beth."
"W-w-what?" I stuttered.
"Beth, when we first met you told me you loved her, but she died."
"Why do you want to know about Beth? It was two years ago I'm over it ." (LIE!)
"Because I want to know what kind of girl I'm competing with for your heart." Pinky gestured to my heart.
"Pink she's dead there's no competition. My heart is yours."
"Please just tell me about her." Pinky gave me a pleading look.
"Alright..." I shrugged, thinking to myself, "Girls are weird." "Beth
was the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes upon." Pinky gave me a
look like, what about me? "Unit I met you of course..." I added
hurriedly. Pinky seemed to relax. "She had long brown hair and the most
gorgeous blues eyes I've ever seen. She was one of those peoples who was
never mean to anyone. She never yelled, or caused any major gossip at
our school. She was so smart like getting straight As in all honors
classes smart. She had already been offered a full ride academic
scholarship to Yale. But you know she didn't get to go since you
know..." Just thinking about Beth almost brought me to tears. “Me and
Beth were friends since seventh grade when I was finally put in the
advanced classes, but for some reason she never wanted me to come to her
house or meet her family. So we always hung out at my house after
school. We could always bond over the fact that we were both nerds." At
this point I was starting to wonder if I sounded really boring, but now
that I'd started talking about Beth the words were just flying out.
"I'll never forget the day I realized I loved Beth. It was a cold
February day of our Sophomore year. I was at my locker when Beth walked
up to me in her light blue puffy winter coat and the purple scarf her
grandma had knitted her and said, “hey James, I can't believe how cold
it is out! I had to pull out this puff ball of a coat!” I couldn't help
but smile, I'd never realized how beautiful her smile was until then.
"Well it is February in Chicago. Not exactly the poster child of warm
weather." I grinned at her. Beth playfully punched me in the arm.
“Did you study for the quiz we have in History today?" Beth asked.
All
of a sudden I began to realize things I'd never noticed before. Beth was
so close to me I could reach out and take her hand right now, but would
she think that was weird? Probably, but oh I wanted to do bad. I'd
never thought of Beth as more then just a friend, but I was starting to
realize Beth was so much more then just a friend to me. I couldn't even
imagine a life without her. My mind was going a million miles an hour
and I didn't know how to handle it.
"James are you still there? I asked if you studied for the history quiz." Beth waved her hand in front of my face.
"What? Oh..." I suddenly felt queasy. "I gotta go." I put a hand over my
mouth, and rushed through the crowd of people to the bathroom. When I
got there I locked myself in a stall and barfed. I couldn't help it; I
mean it's not everyday you have the mind boggling revelation that your
in love with your best friend.
After that day it took me another year and a half to actually get up the
nerve to tell Beth how I really felt, but the day I finally did ended
up being her last. Kind of depressingly ironic, right?"
Pinky looked shocked; this may have been the one of the deepest
conversation we'd had ever. "You still love her don't you? Even though
she's gone." Pinky expression was hard to read, if anything it was
blank.
"Honestly, I do. I never stopped loving her, and I probably never will."
"Well um...good talking to you...I gotta go." Pinky bolted. I think I
may have struck a nerve by admitting I still loved Beth, but hey she
asked.
The rest of the day was dull, and Pinky seemed to be avoiding me. I
don't get it I told her what she wanted to know, but now she seemed to
not want to be around me. "That girl makes no sense." I thought
for most of the day. All I know is I need to forget about Beth and make
Pinky my main priority, Or I could end up letting the second girl I’ve
loved slip through my fingers.
Chapter 5 (part 1/2) from Rebels with Guts Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar
Chapter Five, A Walk Down Memory Lane
(James) May 11th, 2067
TWO YEARS LATER
It
has been two years since Chicago was blown up, and my life has changed a
lot since then. I became a part of Rebels With Guts; a secret
organization fighting against Killian that consists of 12 teenaged
girls, Rosie, and me. They have trained me in fighting styles, and my
computer hacking skills were put to good use since I’ve joined. Beth's
sister Rosie has also become a Rebel With Guts, and become quite the
little ninja. And craziest thing of all I still miss Beth sure, but
guess what I have a girlfriend! That girl Pinky, with purple and pink
hair is my kick butt girlfriend! Score! She's smart, dangerous, and
gorgeous what more could you want! We've been together for about a year,
but I fell in love with her the first time I set eyes on her. Which
oddly enough the first time I saw her she had a gun pointed at my head,
weird.
Rebels with Guts has been a really great home for me; though it's a
little weird being the only guy. The 12 teenaged girls who work here
with me and Rosie are: Pinky Johnson (19), Kasey McAndrews (15), Ryley
Lexar (16), Ann Lee Lewis (supposedly 17 though she looks much older), Kelly
Brown (14), Nija Doughlas (18), Ella Thompson (13), Mia Jordan (17),
Alexus (Alex) Cyrus (16), Samantha (Sam), Natasha Black (14),
and Jamie Mcfez (15).
They aren't that bad though. I mean they scream a lot, they also get a
little wild, sometimes some of them try to kiss me, but now when they do
that Pinky decks them. Also have you ever noticed how girls can talk
and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk; did I
mention talk? And just never ever ever EVER STOP! Other than that, their
great.
☼☼☼
It was another typical Friday at Rebels With Guts; getting up precisely at 7:30 A.M., breakfast at 8:00, fighting training from 9:00 to 12:00, lunch from 12:00 to 1:00, break/lunch clean up from 1:00 to 2:00, study of Killains weaknesses/strategy meeting from 2:00 to 3:30, work at your Rebels With Guts job from 3:30 to 5:30, dinner from 5:30 to 7:00, completion of unfinished work/extra strategizing or training time from 7:00 to 8:00, bonding and chilling time from 8:00 to 10:00, getting ready for bed 10:00 to 11:30, lights out midnight.
As
you can tell are days are extensively planned out so not a minute is
wasted. Which is convenient, but sometimes it's really annoying to
always be on a schedule.
My alarm went off at precisely 7:30,
and I shot my hand out to turn it off. I missed the side table it set
on completely, and was propelled by the unstopped momentum of my arm
onto the floor. THUD! "OW!" I exclaimed as my head clacked against the
floor. "Stupid meanie of a floor! I thought we were friends!"
"Natasha stop yelling at the floor; everybody knows you two hate each
other! So stop pretending it's your friend!" Pinky shouted, from the
other room.
"Pink, it's me, James!" I yelled back, detaching my face from the floor.
"Oh. Sorry sweetie, I thought you were Nat because she falls out of bed everyday!"
"It's all good honey"
Pinky came into the room and helped me up. She looked gorgeous as usual
in a black tank top, black leggings, and nee high black boots. I however
look horrible, but in my defense I just woke up. It has always amazed
me how Pinky is always the first one ready, and usual looks the best of
all us. I stared at her with glazed eyes thinking how gorgeous she was.
"James? James!" Pinky snapped her fingers in my face, bringing me back to reality.
"Sorry..." I said sheepishly, "I was just thinking about how gorgeous you look."
“Aw, thanks sweetie! You look horrible by the way." Pinky pecked me on the cheek.
"I know." I said, turning red with embarrassment.
"I'd get ready pretty quick if I were you or you might be late to breakfast. I'll save you a seat next to me just in case."
"Okay, thanks." I pecked her on the cheek and walked out of the room to get ready.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Starting Point
See the window on the left? That's where you live. You notice the light come in as you get ready in the mornings, you notice the sounds of the city and signs of life in the street below, but you never notice what is going on in the window across from you, until today.
Who or what got your attention? Are they trying to tell you something? Are they cute? What are they doing? Should you respond? Should you close the curtains? Should you throw something over? Should you call the cops? What happens next?
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Sunday, June 21, 2015
Chapter 4 from Rebels with Guts Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar
Chapter Four, The Big Pink Bubble
(Beth) May 9th, 2065
I was falling, gathering speed. Things around me were exploding. I was praying I'd die on impact, and not from being blown up. I
was about to hit the ground, but I didn't. I looked around confused and
realized I was in a big pink bubble which was slowly movie upward.
"What the heck! Am I in The Wizard of Oz?" I said feeling around the bubble. "Nope not The Wizard of Oz, Chicago doesn't get blown up in that movie." That's when it hit me, all I'd ever known was gone.
I
sat down in the bubble and waited to see what'd happen. I was heart
broken. Would I ever see James and Rosie again? And where was this weird
bubble thing going?
All
of a sudden I felt like I hadn't slept in years, and I could scarcely
keep my eyes open. The bubble floated through the open sky for what felt
like years, and I began to drift off into a fitful sleep, where my
dreams were haunted by the nightmares of what just happened.
I
was brought back to my senses by the bubble unexpectedly dropping an
immense amount very quickly. It was gathering speed falling towards the
ground. I braced myself for the worst for the second time today. But
just as the bubble was about to hit the ground it stopped. I looked
down, and discovered the bubble was just inches from the ground.
"That was not what I was expecting!" I said, in amazement.
Then the bubble popped. I fell feet first hard into the ground. I must
have twisted my right ankle because the minute my weight came on it, it
gave out on me. I crumpled to the ground pain shooting through my right
ankle. I let out a cry of pain.
Then all at once people came out of no where it seemed. As I looked at
them I realized to my surprise they weren't people; they were monsters.
There were living skeletons, vampires, werewolves, a witch, goblins,
trolls, and sirens.
"What the heck! Am I having some kind of crazy nightmare?!"
"Do not be alarmed, I am Bob. You are safe now." A skeleton said, walking up to me.
I screamed, "Your a talking skeleton! Get away from me!"
"It's alright there's nothing to fear here." He said, walking closer to me and stretching out his hand to help me up.
As soon as he was close enough I punched him in the face.
"Ow!" He exclaimed, putting his hands on his face.
I shook out the hand I'd punched him with. His face was as hard as bone; oh wait it was.
"Told you she was a feisty one!" A vampire standing a few feet away said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Shut up Daisy! Let Bob handle this!" A werewolf behind her said.
The skeleton who from the sound of it was named Bob tried again with a
new set determination, "I can tell your a no nonsense kind of girl; so
instead of trying to calm you done I'll get right to the point!" He
snarled clacking his teeth together. "You possess great power, magical
power. This power is powerful enough that if used properly it could take
down Killian and his army. We would like you to become our leader so
that we can destroy Killian's army and eventually him."
He finished, and I could practically feel all their eyes on me.
"You're expecting me to believe I have magical powers, and I should
become the leader of this crazy monster army of yours? You're
delusional!" I shouted, "And if his army is a bunch of humans and your
undead wouldn't the odds of winning be in your favor anyway?"
"They're monsters to!" Bob shouted after me as I began to walk away. I didn't stop.
"Please I know it's hard to understand now, but where will you go if you
don't come with us? We know about the bombing; you have no one left!"
The vampire named Daisy shouted after me.
I
stopped, feeling as if I'd just hit a brick wall. She was right; I had
nowhere to go. I turned around, and said, "You have ten minutes to prove
to me that I should stay."
Chapter 3 from Rebels with Guts, Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar
Chapter Three, To Top Off the Worst Day of my Life, I Fall into a Pit
(James) May 9th, 2065
I stepped into the helicopter, my legs giving way as I fell on to the vacant seat.
The helicopter pilot looked at me and said, "Where's your lady friend?"
I
wished that I was invisible as everyone in the plane turn towards me. I
took a shaky breath then said, "Dead," in a weak, defeated, sorrowful
voice.
"Oh" the pilot turned away, as if he was embarrassed that he had made me upset.
I
put my head in my hands and began sobbing. I then felt what appeared to
be small fists punching my back. I suddenly remembered Beth little
sister Rosie was in my backpack. "Oops" I said weakly. I unzipped my bag
and her little face popped out; the women next to me gasped.
"Where's my sister Beth's boyfriend she's not aloud to have. I couldn't
see her hands, but I could tell she'd put them. On her hips.
Taking another shaky breath I said, "I know this is the last thing you want to here Rosie, but your sister is dead."
She burst into tears. A few people tried to comfort her, but it was no use, she wouldn't stop crying.
About thirty minutes later the pilot turned to us and said, "I'm going
to drop you kids off just up here there's a little help center for kids
who have become orphans about a mile away; they'll be able to find you
good homes."
A
few minutes past then we landed and he told me and Rosie to get out. I
walked unsteadily out of the helicopter and it took off again. Leaving
me and Rosie in the middle of a deserted desert landscape about a mile
from where he told us to go.
I
started walking figuring I'd find it eventually. After about three hours
of walking around in what was most likely circles I sat down on a rock
Rosie right next to me. Then I heard a rumbling and the ground under me
and Rosie gave way, and I fell about about 10 feet into a dark pit. I
hit the stone floor butt first. I moaned in pain, curling up into a
ball. Then Rosie fell on top of me.
I
screamed in pain and an alarm went off. A loud female voice said,
"Intruder alert intruders put your hands in the air or you will be
shot."
I instinctively put my hands in the air. Rosie did the same, crying in terror.
A
teenaged girl with purple and pink hair who was beautiful in a weird and
somewhat alarming way walked up to us followed by eleven other
beautiful, but somewhat quirky teenaged girls. All of them with hand
guns pointed at my head.
"Welcome to Rebels With Guts, I'm Pinky. Do not be alarmed."
I fainted.
Monday, June 15, 2015
Chapter 2 from Rebels with Guts Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar
Chapter Two, My First Kiss
(James) May 9th, 2065
I
walked home from the Library with my new computer code cracking book
under my arm. I had jitters all over because I had promised myself the
next time I saw Beth May the cute, nice girl from school I'd tell her I
loved her. But I'd been telling myself this for years and every time my
nerves got the best of me.
My
reminiscing on my dismal thought was interrupted by the earth violently
shaking under me. I was nocked off my feet; I fell like a ton of bricks
onto my back. I lay sprawled on the ground near the street sign for
Eljen and Creston roads as the ground continued to shake.
My
book had skidded across the pavement and lay on its side in a large pot
hole. I was about to attempt to get up when I saw a car heading straight
for me. Shaken violently by the earthquake the car skidded along. The
driver a beautiful teenaged girl tried frantically to regain control of
the car.
I braced myself for the worst, praying a little prayer. "Please don't make this hurt a lot."
Then a miracle happened; just before the car was going to hit me the
driver slammed the brakes and the car stopped with its front bumper
inches from my head.
The driver threw the door open and ran towards me, "OH MY GOSH! JAMES!?
Are you okay?!" She said leaning down over me. I realized with a lurch
that the girl was Beth May!
"BETH!? Oh no! Not now I was supposed to be acting cool not lying on the
ground! Oh this is all wrong!" I moaned looking up at her.
"What's wrong? And why oh no?" She said in a mix between compassion and annoyance.
"Oh
alright I guess it's worth a shot," I took a deep breath,"Beth May I
know I might be last guy you'd ever want to be with, but I love you." I
said looking up at her.
What happened next I totally hadn't expected she put her hands on the
back of my neck leaned down and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss
lasted about ten seconds and those were the best ten seconds of my
life.
As she pulled away and helped me up, a building behind us exploded. I grabbed Beth and pushed her behind a dumpster.
"Are you okay?!" I asked wondering if I had hearts in my eyes? "Your a great kisser!" I added sheepishly.
She playfully slapped me, then added "I know."
"But what's going on? Why are there suddenly a bunch of earthquakes and
explosions?!" She asked peering out from behind the dumpster.
"I think the answer to your question is up there." I pointed up at the sky.
In the sky there was an airplane dropping bombs; farther in the distance were more bombers.
"Oh my gosh we're being bombed!" She gasped looking up. "Should we run? We need to find cover!" She said all in a jumble.
"Okay." I said.
Suddenly I heard a child scream and a little girl with her brown hair in
two little pigtails and piercing blue eyes, who slightly resembled Beth
came running out from behind a wall as a bomb exploded near the spot
she'd just been at!
"Rosie! Over here!" Beth shouted standing up and waving her arms. The
little girl ran towards them and fell crying into her arms.
"Beth! They blew up are house," She moaned her face buried in Beth's white blouse.
"Oh my gosh! Beth gasped.
"I'm scared Beth!"
"Don't worry me and James will protect you." Beth said reassuringly
"Who's James?" Rosie asked sniffling.
"James this is Rosie my little sister; Rosie this is my new boyfriend James." Beth said giving me a squeeze.
Inside my head; "oh my gosh! Oh MY Gosh! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!She called me her BOYFRIEND!!!!!!"
On the outside; I have a weak smile on my face and I shake Rosie's little hand.
"I thought Mommy said you weren't aloud to have a boyfriend till you were 18?" Rosie said questioningly.
"Sweetie who says she had to know, and it's not like he's my first
boyfriend." She said. I felt as though she had just stabbed me. I mean I
know she'd obviously had boyfriends before me, but was I just a toy to
her?! Would she play with me then cast me aside and find someone
better?!
I
cast this aside, a bomb had nearly blown up Beth's little sister and I
was worried about how devoted she was to me what kind of loony was I?!
"Beth we need to find a bomb shelter or something!" I shouted as another bomb went off not to far from us.
"There's a bomb shelter under the middle school!" She shouted back sheltering Rosie from the falling debris.
"How do we get there?" I asked.
"There's a man hole in the football locker room that's right above it,
but we need to be really careful the school might get bombed!" Beth said
grabbing the lids of the garbage cans we were hiding behind. "We can
use these to cover are heads from falling debris.
"Okay there are only two how will we protect Rosie?" I asked plugging my
ears to keep out the screams of people a few blocks away were another
bomb had just gone off.
At
this Beth took her back pack off her back and dumped out the content. An
assortment of book, pencils, pens, pieces of paper, and other school
related things went tumbling onto the ground. "It's not like I'll need
this stuff if there's no school left to go to." She said in a very
matter of fact tone.
She
looked down at the pile and retrieved a few things a small book with
the word diary on the cover of it and a few pieces of paper one of which
had the words: will always love you my sweet little girl, love, Dad. On
it. She stuffed the papers in her pocket and then she turned to me and
said, "Can you put this in your bags it's important to me?"
"Sure," I took the small book and placed it in my backpack. "Who's your
dad anyway you never talk about him?" I asked remember the piece of
paper I'd got a glimpse of.
"You wouldn't know him, he's dead." She said, looking as though she wanted to cry.
"Never mind, let's just get to the bomb shelter." I said, afraid I'd upset her.
"Right!" Beth said, regaining her composure.
We ran like there was no tomorrow praying we wouldn't die. Rosie was
tucked away in Beth's now empty backpack because she thought that would
be a safe enough place to keep her since she couldn't run as fast as us.
Over are heads I saw a chopper with a spotlight surveying the debris for
trapped citizens. Then it's spotlight fell on us; I was blinded by the
extremely bright light.
I
loud clear voice said, "young citizens we will be dropping a rope
ladder, please climb it and get in the chopper. We will take you to
safety."
A long rope ladder unrolled from the chopper. The end of it hit the ground about a yard from me Beth and Rosie.
"Come on James!" Beth said, grabbing my hand.
We ran as fast as we could things erupting around us every few seconds.
"You first," I said gesturing to the ladder.
"No I have Rosie, she'll slow me down." She said.
"Give me her." I said holding out my hands.
She gave me a look that said 'I hope you know what your doing.' Then
handed me the backpack that Rosie was stuffed in. I slung it over my
back and began to climb the rope ladder as fast as I could. It was a
very hard climb considering the rope ladder was very flimsy and it was
very windy. Ash flew into my eyes as I climbed Beth close behind me.
Suddenly the ladder shook violently. Beth shrieked from below me.
"Beth
whats wrong?' I asked looking down at her. Beth was hanging on to the
remaining part of a half severed rope which was the remains of what used
to be the bottom of the rope ladder.
"Grab
my hand!" I said holding my hand out to her. She grabbed for it, but
her hand slipped through my fingers, She fell as the last bit of the
rope snapped. She fell about 40 stories down to the ground. The ground
around where she fell exploded, and I knew she was dead.
"No!
Beth! You can't be dead! No!" I moaned and shouted the whole way up the
rest of the ladder because I knew the only girl I'd ever loved was
dead.
Chapter 1 from Rebels with Guts Part One, The Fall of Nations by Skylar
You don't know how brave You are until being brave is the only option.
Chapter One, The Fall
(Pinky) May 9th, 2065
I was sharpening my sharp edged dagger when the alarms sounded and are TV switched on. On the screen I saw a reporter screaming,
"Chicago is under attack! I repeat we are being bombed! Chicago is
down!" As soon as the words had left her mouth an explosion behind her
blew her off her feet and the camera went black.
The screen changed to a view of explosions in Chicago, New York City,
Los Angeles, Orlando, and Washington D.C. All of them looked awful and
totally devastating, but on the screen showing Chicago I saw a strange
but heart warming thing. Through all the explosions I saw a boy who
looked to be about 16 with messy brown hair and a beautiful girl who
looked around the same age as him with long, gorgeous straight dark hair
Kissing! Their world was exploding around them and they were kissing of
all things!
"What weirdos!" I said shaking my head. "Right, this has to be Killian's doing; let's get to work girls."
Monday, May 18, 2015
Starting Point
Use the few sentence below as the starting point to a short story in order to receive at least 2 PUBLISHER POINTS! Remember, plot consists of a beginning (establish the who, what, where, when, and why), a climax (establish the height of drama in the story over one or many events) and an ending (conclude with a resolution).
This concert is amazing. I never thought I would actually get first row tickets to see (insert band name here) live! I'm glad the show is outside because this amount of people indoors would get really hot really fast. The band just started to play my favorite song when all of a sudden, the power went out and a blinding light shone on us from the sky.
Happy writing!
This concert is amazing. I never thought I would actually get first row tickets to see (insert band name here) live! I'm glad the show is outside because this amount of people indoors would get really hot really fast. The band just started to play my favorite song when all of a sudden, the power went out and a blinding light shone on us from the sky.
Happy writing!
Excerpt from Kelise's Beginning (Part 3) by Kelsey
“You’re
the first person who’s been able to answer that question correctly.
Most of the humans that we’ve asked that question guessed that they were
our dinner; one person thought the humans were cannibals.” He said.
“You’re never going to let me forget that are you? For goodness sakes, I was nine!” the woman in blue blurted.
“You pointed yourself out, I wasn’t going to say whom thought that, Gracell.” “You thought Silver was a cannibal!” The woman in red laughed.
“Shut up.” Gracell said.
Hornagal
turned back to me. “Indeed, we are the Circle of Dragons and Rider. Our
job is to rule and police the Dragon Kingdom. Now, can you guess why you are here?”
“Well,
I’m noticing that you’re the only dragon without a person in front of
them. That doesn’t mean that the person isn’t absent, but…oh, you’ve got
to be kidding me.”
“Yes?”
“This will probably be really embarrassing if I’m wrong, but…am I here because you want me to be your rider?”
“Another
correct answer.” Hornagal said. He glanced over at the nasty looking
woman. “I don’t know how you could possibly have thought this girl was
stupid; I recall that even you didn’t answer those questions correctly.”
The black dragon laughed, and the nasty-looking rider made an exasperated gesture. Hornagal turned back to me.
“What do you think? Would you like to become a dragon rider?”
“I’ve
always dreamed of becoming a dragon rider, but…I’m not sure. I don’t
know anything about you guys. I don’t want to leave my family. I didn’t
even know this place existed until twenty minutes ago!”
“These
are good things to consider. I can tell you that you do not have to
leave your family. It might be difficult for me to explain about us with
words. I think I know how to help you though.”
His forehead touched my forehead, and a rush of images rushed through my mind. I
was in a cave, for some reason, sitting in an eggshell. An excited,
black dragon was peering closely at me; a gold dragon that looked a lot
like Hornagal, only bigger, and possibly older, was looking down at me
with pride.
The
images changed to the two young dragons that I could now clearly tell
were Hornagal and the black dragon with the nasty rider.
“Race you to the cave!” The black dragon called. He leapt into the air.
The
young version of Hornagal called, chasing after him (desperately
flapping his wings): “Hey, that’s not fair, Venom, I can’t fly yet!”
The
image changed again: I was surrounded by the dragons that were with me
in reality. The only difference was that they were much younger; the
green dragon looked like barely more than a baby (Was that what baby
dragons looked like?). The young dragons and I seemed to be playing a
game of questions.
Many
images flashed through my mind: I was arguing with the black dragon
called Venom; I was in some kind of ceremony; I was flying; I was
watching the riders that were here appear before the group in turn–
I
snapped back to reality. I stumbled away from Hornagal and tripped over
my own feet. I fell to the ground. I looked around, feeling slightly
disoriented.
“What the dragon fire did you do to her, Hornagal?!” The aqua dragon said, sounding slightly startled.
“I gave her some of my memories.” Hornagal said.
The
red haired woman looked alarmed. “Hornagal, you’re thirty-six hundred
years old, at least; she’s fifteen! She couldn’t handle very many of
your memories!”
“I’m
not stupid, Charlie. I didn’t give her any more than she could handle.”
The rider named Charlie gave him a look. “Are you all right, Kelise?”
Hornagal asked.
“I–I’m fine, just a bit shaken. That was weird.”
“But you are all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“I’m just trying to help her, Charlie.”
“Fine, fine, if she’s all right.”
I
sorted through the new images in my mind. There were many more than
what I just described, but it would take hours to describe them all. To
make my decision, I muttered a prayer to God asking what I should do.
I knew what my decision had to be.
“Have you decided?” Hornagal asked.
“Yes, I’ll become your rider.”
“Excellent! Does everyone else agree?”
All the others murmured in consent.
Hornagal turned to the group of men in the raised benches. “Does the council have any objections?” he asked.
Some
of the councilmen (I guess that was what they were) shook there heads
or muttered things I couldn’t hear. A couple of the men looked like they
had fallen asleep.
“No objections? Very, well.”
Hornagal leaned closer to me and said quietly: “Are you 100% certain about this? It can’t be undone.”
“More along the range of ninety percent, but I’m positive that I’m supposed to do this.” I replied.
“All right then.”
Hornagal
puffed a cloud of golden smoke from his nostril, but it didn’t smell
like smoke or dragon’s breath. His breath smelled like clementines and
vanilla ice cream (what was the deal with that?).
I suddenly felt very lightheaded. I lost consciousness. Again.
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