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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
WRITING CONTEST!!!
Rules:
1. It has to be your OWN work.
2. Have fun!
Try to be creative and descriptive.
NOTE: I will look at spelling and correct grammer.
SIGN-UP SHEET:
Name (username, nick name, or real):
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up):
What type of stories do you like to write best:
Have you written any stories on the boards:
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written:
WRITING SAMPLE:
-Hiphoph
?«»«»«» It's not what you say, it's what you do! «»«»«»?
The seed must die for a beautiful flower to grow. It's never too late to change. READ. WRITE. DREAM. www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/24444
Posted at: 11:22 am on May 31, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name (username, nick name, or real): Grayson/Hadyen/Hazel. Whatever 
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up): 10-13.
What type of stories do you like to write best: I like to do realistic fiction, using some of my friends/teachers (fake names)
Have you written any stories on the boards: Yes.
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written: Well, I'm proud of all my work, but I like the best isMy life as a... what, exactly? It's a fanfic, but I can do my own work.
WRITING SAMPLE:
I walked down the hall of my school. It was my first day of school, and everyone else has been in for three months. It was 6:15 am. Nobody was here. Should I have been worried? Well, it was 6... I looked down at my watch... 6:17. Just then, the door opened. Two teens and a teacher (I think) walked in. I did what I did for five years when I was waay too early. Hid. No locker was assigened to me yet, so I hid in front of a water fountain, where they couldn't see me. "Mom, did you just see that? It looked like some kid running to hide from us. Like... um..." a boy's voice said. "Who, Taylor?" a girl asked. "Chloe, I'll explain later. Tay, go check that out." someone told him. So the boy's name is Taylor, and the girl's is Chloe. But who's the other lady? I thought. The boy came around to where I was hiding. "Uh... Mom? You might wanna see this..." he said. Uh oh.
So just let me know if I got in. Is it ok if I use this as the begining of my story? That's ok if not.
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up): 10-13.
What type of stories do you like to write best: I like to do realistic fiction, using some of my friends/teachers (fake names)
Have you written any stories on the boards: Yes.
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written: Well, I'm proud of all my work, but I like the best isMy life as a... what, exactly? It's a fanfic, but I can do my own work.
WRITING SAMPLE:
I walked down the hall of my school. It was my first day of school, and everyone else has been in for three months. It was 6:15 am. Nobody was here. Should I have been worried? Well, it was 6... I looked down at my watch... 6:17. Just then, the door opened. Two teens and a teacher (I think) walked in. I did what I did for five years when I was waay too early. Hid. No locker was assigened to me yet, so I hid in front of a water fountain, where they couldn't see me. "Mom, did you just see that? It looked like some kid running to hide from us. Like... um..." a boy's voice said. "Who, Taylor?" a girl asked. "Chloe, I'll explain later. Tay, go check that out." someone told him. So the boy's name is Taylor, and the girl's is Chloe. But who's the other lady? I thought. The boy came around to where I was hiding. "Uh... Mom? You might wanna see this..." he said. Uh oh.
So just let me know if I got in. Is it ok if I use this as the begining of my story? That's ok if not.
WWBS? HWTBA? WWCD?
Liam Payne
Harry Styles <3
A ninja child
Ravenclaw
Hermes
JAMY
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Posted at: 2:40 pm on May 31, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name (username, nick name, or real): Mandie
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up): 12
What type of stories do you like to write best: creative
Have you written any stories on the boards: 2
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written: the morphlings
WRITING SAMPLE: ok well a morphling is a person that can change into anything they want as long as its living and when they die they change into a human if they already were not one when they died. so i guess ill begin
I am Kat. Kat Cerry. I am twenty two years old and working as a secret agent. I'm on my way to my boss's office. New mission. Great, I haven't had any action in weeks. I wonder where it will be this time. Maybe Italy or Rome. I don't know. Anyways, I opened the door, toook a deep breath anad walked in. Boss(as he is called) was sitting at his desk as always with a serious face. He is not the kind of guy you want to mess with. He reitired and is now the head man but he is still kicking.
"Sit," he said(as always). I sat and he began," There have been wierd disapperances. Owners of big companies. Even Ted Davis,the most successful buisness man, with the highest quality security system is missing. We have guessed the next target. I want you to gaurd him.''
"Who is it,Boss?'' I asked curiosly.
''Jack Menten. I believe you know him,'' Boss replied.
I gasped. Jack Menten was my boyfriend.
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up): 12
What type of stories do you like to write best: creative
Have you written any stories on the boards: 2
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written: the morphlings
WRITING SAMPLE: ok well a morphling is a person that can change into anything they want as long as its living and when they die they change into a human if they already were not one when they died. so i guess ill begin
I am Kat. Kat Cerry. I am twenty two years old and working as a secret agent. I'm on my way to my boss's office. New mission. Great, I haven't had any action in weeks. I wonder where it will be this time. Maybe Italy or Rome. I don't know. Anyways, I opened the door, toook a deep breath anad walked in. Boss(as he is called) was sitting at his desk as always with a serious face. He is not the kind of guy you want to mess with. He reitired and is now the head man but he is still kicking.
"Sit," he said(as always). I sat and he began," There have been wierd disapperances. Owners of big companies. Even Ted Davis,the most successful buisness man, with the highest quality security system is missing. We have guessed the next target. I want you to gaurd him.''
"Who is it,Boss?'' I asked curiosly.
''Jack Menten. I believe you know him,'' Boss replied.
I gasped. Jack Menten was my boyfriend.
MY CUPCAKEISBIGGERTHANYOURS!
-ME
MANDIE
WRITER, Editor in Cheif of What's What
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http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/35471
Posted at: 4:45 pm on May 31, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
I need some judges too! You can just tell me if you'd like to be a judge!
The seed must die for a beautiful flower to grow. It's never too late to change. READ. WRITE. DREAM. www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/24444
Posted at: 3:05 pm on June 1, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
DancingWolf5? Are we allowed to start our entries?
WWBS? HWTBA? WWCD?
Liam Payne
Harry Styles <3
A ninja child
Ravenclaw
Hermes
JAMY
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Posted at: 4:17 pm on June 2, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
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The seed must die for a beautiful flower to grow. It's never too late to change. READ. WRITE. DREAM. www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/24444
Posted at: 9:13 pm on June 2, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Julia
12
science fiction
yes
Uh, can't pick...
"What mom!" I yell at the top of my lungs. My frizzy red hair fell on my shoulders.
"Get ready to go camping, sweetie pie." Mom said in a calming way. I wasn't buying it.
"Camping? No! I have... um... homework..." I stutered while I brushed a peice of my neighbors dog hair of my blue skirt.
Mom looked amused. "Ha! Only Zoey does her homework." Huh, Zoey again. My know-it-all twin.
I fluttered my eyelashes. "What do you mean, dear mother?" I ask in a kiss up way. Or as I call it, the "Zoey way." There was thumping on the stairs. Must be Zoey.
"What's going on here?" She asked. Nothing you need to know. I thought to myself.
"We are just talking about how we are going camping tommorrow." Mom stated.
"Wha- I mean, sounds like fun!" Zoey smiled at Mom. If Zoey had any rebel, she is way to shy to show it. I huffed and walked away, outside. Time to pack.
I go inside and pick out my clothes. Everyday I ether wear a white T-shirt or a black T-shirt and a skirt. I have 5 colors of skirts. Green, Orange, Red, blue, and purple. I chose a black T-shirt and the red skirt (which matches my hair). My hand reached form my Ipod when Mom smacked my hand away.
"This is a no-tec. camp." She said. "I need your phone, Ipod, your other phone, and your Nintendo D.S." I gasped. Who makes a camp with no tec?
"Please?" I ask, begging in the heart.
"No, Zoey is not bringing anything ether." Mom looked at me and walked away. As she left, I mumbled to myself:
"Just wait till I set their hair on fire." I went back to packing. I packed a flashlight, some makeup, and my stuffed puppy. Only Fluffy knows that deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep... inside I have a soft spot. For stuffed puppies. That is all. Well... stuffed Pandas are cute too...
I decided I should barge into Zoeys room. What was she packing?
12
science fiction
yes
Uh, can't pick...
"What mom!" I yell at the top of my lungs. My frizzy red hair fell on my shoulders.
"Get ready to go camping, sweetie pie." Mom said in a calming way. I wasn't buying it.
"Camping? No! I have... um... homework..." I stutered while I brushed a peice of my neighbors dog hair of my blue skirt.
Mom looked amused. "Ha! Only Zoey does her homework." Huh, Zoey again. My know-it-all twin.
I fluttered my eyelashes. "What do you mean, dear mother?" I ask in a kiss up way. Or as I call it, the "Zoey way." There was thumping on the stairs. Must be Zoey.
"What's going on here?" She asked. Nothing you need to know. I thought to myself.
"We are just talking about how we are going camping tommorrow." Mom stated.
"Wha- I mean, sounds like fun!" Zoey smiled at Mom. If Zoey had any rebel, she is way to shy to show it. I huffed and walked away, outside. Time to pack.
I go inside and pick out my clothes. Everyday I ether wear a white T-shirt or a black T-shirt and a skirt. I have 5 colors of skirts. Green, Orange, Red, blue, and purple. I chose a black T-shirt and the red skirt (which matches my hair). My hand reached form my Ipod when Mom smacked my hand away.
"This is a no-tec. camp." She said. "I need your phone, Ipod, your other phone, and your Nintendo D.S." I gasped. Who makes a camp with no tec?
"Please?" I ask, begging in the heart.
"No, Zoey is not bringing anything ether." Mom looked at me and walked away. As she left, I mumbled to myself:
"Just wait till I set their hair on fire." I went back to packing. I packed a flashlight, some makeup, and my stuffed puppy. Only Fluffy knows that deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep... inside I have a soft spot. For stuffed puppies. That is all. Well... stuffed Pandas are cute too...
I decided I should barge into Zoeys room. What was she packing?
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened -Dr. Seuss
A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down. -Glasow
I am a writer forever!
Posted at: 10:58 pm on June 2, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name (username, nick name, or real):Olivia
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up):14
What type of stories do you like to write best:Fiction.
Have you written any stories on the boards:No.
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written: I have not written one. Not including my sample.
WRITING SAMPLE:
Part of a book I'm writing is my own sample.
D.A.R.K.
Dangerously Accurate Rich Kid
Hello, my name is Katniss Raven Vladimir, and welcome to my life. It was just 39 years ago when we adopted a 13th month called D.A.R.K. which stands for Dangerously Accurate Rich Kid.With only 33 days, and I was born on the 10th. Usually anyone born in this month has or had an IQ of 300% of 1million. Every kid born in this month at the age of 13 has died or disappeared.What I mean by had is they ended up going crazy and was not able to use the knoweledge they had possessed. I'm a homeschooled demigod, daughter of Poseidon, and I am the one and the only demigod that has been born in this month that has no side effects of being what I am. The IQ of 300% of 1million is all of the human brain-mind power by the way. I love how tomorrow is the 10th of D.A.R.K., 2013,( I was born on D.A.R.K. 10th, 2000). So, I will be 13, and lucky that my life and sanity has lasted this long.
That's all I have. Thank you for reading.
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I play saxophone and I know it.
Novelist, 9th grader, reader, natural saxophonist, lover/fighter, grammer geek, short, christian, and AWE-some(awesome or awe some more)!
By: Olivia
Posted at: 12:10 am on June 3, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name: Noelle, Age group: 14+, Fav type of stories: Fantasy and yes, I have written on the MB. My favorite that I've written on here is the one I'm entering- Shifting Shadows. http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/19168 Oh and btw. You spelled grammar wrong. :D
Noelle Cahill
Strange things did happen there,
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Posted at: 12:50 am on June 3, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name (Osaid)
Age range (13)
What type of stories do you like to write best: Mystery, Adventurous, Tragic, Classic, and comedy.
Have you written any stories on the boards: Not exactly here but I have took parts in various competitions in my school.
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written: My favourite was the last interview I wrote for an International competition. In it, I interviewed Peter Lerangis. If you want I can give you it, but its gonna take a lot of time.
WRITING SAMPLE: The clock struck midnight but nobody heard it, everybody was lost in the land of slumber. Everybody except a little girl named Linda. She was crying in her room, she had suffered a great loss, a loss hardly any 9 year old could suffer. Next to her bed, her older brother who was 13 years old was sleeping. At least she thought so as his face wasn't visible. His brother had had the same fate as hers and the same loss. Yesterday, they had come to know that their father who was searching for a lost treasure in the land of Russia had died or to put it in a more appropriate way he had been murdered. Just 20 m inutes before the murder, her father had talked to her and he had told her that he was very close to finding the treasure. But now he was gone and his wish, his dream of finding the treasure too had gone. I will complete his dream, I will find the treasure. And with this, she too fall into the land of sleep. Note: I know it's short but I cannot extend it longer because if I did these it will go on to become a full story. Tell me if I am in.
Age range (13)
What type of stories do you like to write best: Mystery, Adventurous, Tragic, Classic, and comedy.
Have you written any stories on the boards: Not exactly here but I have took parts in various competitions in my school.
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written: My favourite was the last interview I wrote for an International competition. In it, I interviewed Peter Lerangis. If you want I can give you it, but its gonna take a lot of time.
WRITING SAMPLE: The clock struck midnight but nobody heard it, everybody was lost in the land of slumber. Everybody except a little girl named Linda. She was crying in her room, she had suffered a great loss, a loss hardly any 9 year old could suffer. Next to her bed, her older brother who was 13 years old was sleeping. At least she thought so as his face wasn't visible. His brother had had the same fate as hers and the same loss. Yesterday, they had come to know that their father who was searching for a lost treasure in the land of Russia had died or to put it in a more appropriate way he had been murdered. Just 20 m inutes before the murder, her father had talked to her and he had told her that he was very close to finding the treasure. But now he was gone and his wish, his dream of finding the treasure too had gone. I will complete his dream, I will find the treasure. And with this, she too fall into the land of sleep. Note: I know it's short but I cannot extend it longer because if I did these it will go on to become a full story. Tell me if I am in.
I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
May I join?
Name (username, nick name, or real): Bekka
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up): 10-13
What type of stories do you like to write best: Action, adventure, fantasy
Have you written any stories on the boards: No.
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written: N/A
WRITING SAMPLE:
I almost shrieked. My brother stood ten feet away from me, sleepwalking off the edge of a bridge. If I shrieked, I thought, I may wake him up, which could lead to him jumping, freaking out, and then getting scared. So no shrieking was going to be coming from me.
"Zac!" I had finally resorted to shouting as I dashed towards him. He was just getting close and closer to his end. His eyes fluttered open groggily, as he was unsure of what to do. Then he looked down and practically flew towards me, away from the edge. I was so glad he was back here.
Ciao. Nice to meet you~ I love to draw, dance, write, and certainly read! It's my favorite past time~ Obviously I love 39 Clues or I wouldn't be here.
Janus for the win!
Posted at: 8:59 am on June 3, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
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Name (username, nick name, or real):Vanessa
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up):10-13
What type of stories do you like to write best:anything really
Have you written any stories on the boards:yes
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written:Foxfaces story, Greysons story, Cordilia
WRITING SAMPLE:He was coming. I knew it. No time to run. No place to hide. This was where I would die.I breathed in. "Its been nice." I said to myself. I was refering to life. But when I die I will see Hallie again. At that moment he burst into my room breaking a wall. I stood still. I wasnted my death to come. I had no reason to live. His sword sliced my gut, but I didn't move. I felt the blood loss. Befor I closed my eyes for the last time I mouthed to him "Thank you."
foREVer
No more tears, stand up to your fears
Take your hatred out on me I am your tourniquet
Beautiful Inholy Eyes
Silver bullets don’t kill vampires
Posted at: 9:18 am on June 3, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name (username, nick name, or real):Anna (real)
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up):12 so 10-13
What type of stories do you like to write best:mystery, suspense, action, and a tiny bit of romance
Have you written any stories on the boards:Just one, Daughter of the King (with CatDecoding)
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written:My only one.....
WRITING SAMPLE:
I’m a normal 11 year old girl. At least that’s what I tell myself. ADHD doesn't help much. But, anyway, how about I start with the day I almost died.
So far, my day had been pretty good. I was one of the better students, even with my problems. The teachers knew me, so they knew how to teach me. As for home, I had a mom and dad with two sisters and dog. My life was, well, perfect. I had love, food and roof over my head. So, I never thought anything could completely mess me up. Wrong.
It started when I was walking home from school. My neighbors live behind too, so I have to walk through their yard to get to mine. I hated doing that though. Every time I do, a shiver goes down my back like someone has their eyes glued to me. A creepy feeling of being watched slithers through my mind. Nothing happened ever though. At least until that day.
I heard a crunch. Walking faster, I convinced myself that it was just my imagination. "RAWR!!!!!!" A scream/ growl stopped me dead in my tracks, sending an electric shock down my spine.
The monster behind me was a mannish-bull. Waist down, bull. Waist up, ugly, hairy man. The first thought that entered my mind: Wow. He needs a razor.
After I realized he was probably going to kill me, I tried, but failed, to muster up the courage to run, scream, anything. Dropping my bag, I forced my legs to sprint towards my nearby house. "OW!" I collapsed in pain, as I feel searing pain down the back of my shin. Looking up, I realized that the monster had made a grab for me, but only managed to cut at least three layers deep. Now, for a person who thinks paper cuts hurt, I was in some serious pain. The clawed hand reached out again, and managed to grab me around my waist, crushing my ribs. My screams of protest were muffled, and I soon lost consciousness.
Age range (8 or younger, 8-10, 10-13, 14 and up):12 so 10-13
What type of stories do you like to write best:mystery, suspense, action, and a tiny bit of romance
Have you written any stories on the boards:Just one, Daughter of the King (with CatDecoding)
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written:My only one.....
WRITING SAMPLE:
I’m a normal 11 year old girl. At least that’s what I tell myself. ADHD doesn't help much. But, anyway, how about I start with the day I almost died.
So far, my day had been pretty good. I was one of the better students, even with my problems. The teachers knew me, so they knew how to teach me. As for home, I had a mom and dad with two sisters and dog. My life was, well, perfect. I had love, food and roof over my head. So, I never thought anything could completely mess me up. Wrong.
It started when I was walking home from school. My neighbors live behind too, so I have to walk through their yard to get to mine. I hated doing that though. Every time I do, a shiver goes down my back like someone has their eyes glued to me. A creepy feeling of being watched slithers through my mind. Nothing happened ever though. At least until that day.
I heard a crunch. Walking faster, I convinced myself that it was just my imagination. "RAWR!!!!!!" A scream/ growl stopped me dead in my tracks, sending an electric shock down my spine.
The monster behind me was a mannish-bull. Waist down, bull. Waist up, ugly, hairy man. The first thought that entered my mind: Wow. He needs a razor.
After I realized he was probably going to kill me, I tried, but failed, to muster up the courage to run, scream, anything. Dropping my bag, I forced my legs to sprint towards my nearby house. "OW!" I collapsed in pain, as I feel searing pain down the back of my shin. Looking up, I realized that the monster had made a grab for me, but only managed to cut at least three layers deep. Now, for a person who thinks paper cuts hurt, I was in some serious pain. The clawed hand reached out again, and managed to grab me around my waist, crushing my ribs. My screams of protest were muffled, and I soon lost consciousness.
The life of a writer is difficult, cut-throat,and sometimes painful, but the rewards are beyond measure.
~Anna~
Posted at: 10:19 am on June 3, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
I'LL BE A JUDGE,DANCINGWOLF5
Name:Paris Alexandros Cahill, a.k.a Paris or Alex
Age:14
Son of Bacchus
Legacy of Apollo
Nice to meet you!!!
Posted at: 12:43 pm on June 3, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name: Bella
Age range: 8-10 (9)
Type: Adventure, kidnappings, good defeating evil
Stories: To many to count
My favorite: Fourth Starling at Cahill Command
WRITING SAMPLE: Um, can you just check out my story in my posts called: Napped in Mid Night?
{~Bella Starling~} a.k.a. the XD Queen!
Age range: 8-10 (9)
Type: Adventure, kidnappings, good defeating evil
Stories: To many to count
My favorite: Fourth Starling at Cahill Command
WRITING SAMPLE: Um, can you just check out my story in my posts called: Napped in Mid Night?
{~Bella Starling~} a.k.a. the XD Queen!
"Don't be afraid. Let's have a little fun instead…" - Rise of the Guardians
Hope. Faith. Love. Joy.
{~Bella Starling~} a.k.a. the XD Queen!
Posted at: 1:39 pm on June 3, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Can I be a Judge???
My heart is broken Sweet sleep, my dark angel Deliver us from sorrow's hold (Over my heart).
Wat song is it?
Posted at: 1:47 pm on June 3, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
You're all going DOWN!!!!!!! 
(Like coughing at the end! sterio type)Name: Lark Nightwish. [Nickname, my real name is AnnaLee =)]
Age Range: !0-13 (I'm 11)
W.T.O.S.D.Y.L.T.W.B. : Mystery/fantasy/action/adventure. (Novels.)
H.Y.W.A.S.O.T.B. : Possibly, if you count Roleplays. (In that case, 2)
WRITING SAMPLE: Chapter 1 Hello there, little kit. Would you like to hear a story of a powerful apprentice who was braver than that of all our Jaga’s put together? What, you’ve never heard of Jaguara? Well, let’s fix that, shall we? I was spying on the Canus Tribe, to see what they were planning against my tribe, the Felix Tribe. I was in Jaguar form, behind some bushes, when I felt a jab in my back. “MRRowww!” I yowled. “Now you’ve done it, Jaguara! They know you’re here… wait, what did that anyway…? Even without the yowl, I’ve been discovered.” I thought. Whipping around, I saw a dingo warrior. “GRRrrrr,” He growled. I hissed, then, as he lunged, I dove under his belly and started sprinting for the tree line. The dogs are good in fields and plains, like this one, but cats ruled the trees. They wouldn’t last two minutes in there. I had gotten enough information, anyway. They wanted the Korvix Tribe to help them attack us, so we’d be attacked from high and low. (Korvix means raven.) I was almost clear, but they showed up right in front of me. I screeched to a halt, and yowling the cat war cry, tried to jump over. They were expecting that? I didn’t know they knew that move! Then, I saw an old enemy. It was Leo, the traitor. “Well, if it isn’t my old friend, Leo. Lowered yourself to a dog now, have we?” I spat. Before, I had caught him in the act of trying to kidnap my older sister using a dart he invented. It concealed a poison capable of knocking out even a Jaga. He had Tigrala already out. I had come in for a drink of milk. I saw him with her, she wasn’t conscious. He had noticed me and attacked, giving me a nick in my ear. He hit me with a dart, and the world started spinning. Before I conked out, I saw our Jaga grab him from behind. Later, as I found out, they bandaged my ear and gave me a high place of honor and a cool job. The job was spying on the Canines, and the place of honor was right next to the Jaga’s hut. Now, back to the Canus camp. Where was I? Oh, yes, I spat. His fur was prickling, and he was in lion form. I noticed that from his claw, a liquid was dripping. I knew instantly. He was planning on taking me prisoner. That liquid is the same as that night’s. “Oh Puma.” I quietly whimpered. A sinking feeling was clawing at me. I was going to lose. He roared and lunged at me, trying to scratch me. I was holding out for a few minutes, when finally, the dingoes got impatient. They quickly pinned me down, and Leo sat. He hadn’t said a word since I had seen him. Now, he finally spoke. “Well, our little Princess caught? I thought she was too good.” His eyes glinted with hatred and spite. “Don’t ever call me Princess again.” Growling at him, I spat in his face. I must have great aim, or else his face was fat, because I hit it perfectly. He yowled, and… calmly wiped it off. I didn’t know what to think. “Well, you are braver than I remember. But this should make you behave!” A swipe to the cheek was all the poison needed. I recognized the feeling of spinning and bobbing. “N-no…” was all I could say, before I drifted off to unconsciousness. When I came to, I was wearing some kind of collar chained to a metal post. There were others like mine. Three of them had other tribe cats. “Leopro? Cougara? Panthrick? Where are we? How can we get out?” The effects of the dart were still hanging on a bit. “Little one, we are prisoners, in the middle of the plains. We would never get out alive.” Leopro, who was the bravest warrior we had, said. He had a new scar on his already scared face. It was probably from an escape attempt. “But, Leopro, you were our bravest warrior! What did they do to you?” I asked, confused. “Child, there are over one hundred dingo warriors out there, and only four of us.” Panthrick said. “I agree, Panthrick. We were rulers in the jungle, but here, we are strangers.” Cougara said, obviously defeated. “Well, I don’t intend to stay here when my Tribe is about to be invaded. I’m going to do something. If you want, you can stay here while I figure out how to get out of here without getting caught.” I was determined. “Well… ok, I’ll help.” Cougara said decisively. “Aye, and me, too,” said Panthrick. “Leopro, are you going to help?” I asked. “My girl, it will never work. We all tried together, but still failed. I will accept my fate with honor.” “But…” “No buts, child. Go without me.” “Ok, but I’ll come back! I’m coming back for you.” I was devastated that he wouldn’t help, but I wouldn’t stop because of that. I and the two others gathered together. “Ok, I have an idea. First, Panthrick will take out the guards. Then, Cougara, you’ll hit the closest dingo warriors. While you guys do that, I’ll go find Leo, and we’ll sneak home with our prisoner.” “But what about the collars?” Panthrick asked. “I…” Leo chose that moment to step in. “I’ll talk later.” I mewed quietly to the others. “Well, hello, you’re awake. Good. I was about to wake you up anyway.” He purred. “Oh, dingoes, get that one,” he was nodding at me. “Bring her to my quarters.” They grunted in response. The brainless brutes were handling me roughly, when Leo said, “Careful, careful… she is my leverage, after all. With her, we won’t have to fight them in the jungle; we can lure them out here and beat them easily.” “You’re a cheater! Why not fight a fair fight?” I growled at him. “Don’t you know? The dingoes never fight fair. They are dogs, after all.” The dingoes looked mad at that comment. I was a bit surprised. “Well you sure know what you are, dog.” I hissed, smirking and knowing that got him hard. “Why you…Just bring her to my quarters, boys. We’ll talk then.” He was struggling to control himself, and it was really funny. All the prisoners-except Leopro, of course- were laughing their heads off. “QUIET!” He snarled, “Or you’ll be the main course.” That got everycat quiet. After we got to his ‘quarters’, he made me sit in a strange chair. I sneered. “So, the mighty lion finally humbled, and by dogs, no less.” I was enjoying his anger, but I knew it would get me in a heap of trouble. I was already in one, so I really didn’t care. He was snarling really loudly, and I thought everyone in the prisoners’ hut could hear. “Still throwing insults everywhere, I see. Someday you’ll regret it.” “Well, I’ll send you a postcard from Heaven.” I purred, as if we were friends. Note the ‘as if’. Well, he was spitting mad at this point, and I was trying not to laugh. “Ok, let’s start now. First, what is the state of the defenses surrounding the camp now?” He paused, waiting for me to answer. “Really? You think I’m going to just tell you like that?” I asked. “Well, yeah, I do.” He was holding something. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it sure was shiny!
“See this? It’s something really painful. It’s called a gun.”
I had no idea what a gun was, and it looked like a shiny stick, so I figured he’d hit me with it. Great Puma, what was I thinking?! “A what?” I mewed, still trying to figure out what happened to him to make him so loco. He huffed. “A gun. A gun shoots metal darts that can kill you.” Now I was scared, but I wouldn’t let him know that! “Well, not to be redundant, but, I’ll send you a postcard from Heaven. See ya!” I waved goodbye while grinning idiotically, just to annoy him. “You are so immature!” Leo growled. “Wow, is that all you can think of? Really?” I guess I pushed him a little too much over the edge, because he howled and pulled something on the ‘gun’, and hit the ground right next to me. That made a huge bang, and, terrified, I started to yowl, and Leo started laughing. Finally, out of fear and desperation, I bit at the ropes binding me and leaped out the window. I started running, and Leo was shouting to the dingoes while reloading the ‘gun’. I raced to the prisoner’s hut, and seeing some keys, grabbed them, unlocked the collars, and told them to head to the tree line, very quietly. They nodded and snuck through the door.
I started to follow, but told them I had to do something first. Racing the wind, I stalked in to a hut and grabbed some vials of poison. I figured we could replicate it and have enough for all the warriors to fight with. I swept up a cloud of desert sand in my wake as I raced the dingoes to the tree line of the jungle. “Almost there,” I wheezed. Puma, couldn’t I have been a cheetah? I thought, seven tail-lengths, six, five, four, three, two, and… “I’m safe, whoohoo!” Leaping and spinning, I noticed there was someone in the shadows, their eyes gleaming. “Tigrala, is that you? Wait… Arabica! Aw, Puma! I missed you… What are you doing here? I thought you and Parde were in exile.”
Arabica just laughed. Then, she motioned me to follow her. We ended up in the village, where even the kits were celebrating. “What’s happened?”
Chapter 2 On her journey so far, Jaguara has been attacked, captured, and shot at. Now she has escaped, but what will come next? That is in the second chapter of Jaguara of the Cat-People. Sit still and listen little kit, for I tell the legend of Jaguara of the Cat-People from her point of view, I am an old She-cat. How could I have been that brave, even in my youth? “We are honoring Leopro, who thought of the plan to escape from the dingoes.” I was very shocked. “But I was the one who thought of it!” It dawned on me that if Leopro stole my victory, he probably stole all of the other victories that made him famous. Arabica laughed again. “Are you jealous, little kit?” That made me mad. “I’m not a kit anymore! I’m an apprentice now!” I yowled. Suddenly, it was dead quiet in the clan. Everycat was staring at me, even the kits. “I, uh, um, hm.” I cleared my throat. “Leopro did not think of the escape plan, I did,” everyone gasped, “I was there too, and I have bad news. Leo is back.” Everyone gasped again. “But, Jag-Jag, what about the dingoes? Where do they fit in all this,” yowled one particularly bold tom-kit. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “My name is Lynxkit.” He answered. “Well, Lynxkit, I’ll start at the beginning…” As I told the story of my capture and escape, and even about the ‘gun’, all the cats crowded around gasped, laughed, or even cheered as different things happened. When I finished, everycat shouted, yowled, and celebrated the safe return of my friends and I. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s going on here?” It was the Jaga, Come to see what the fuss was about. “Jaga Jubatus, I am honored.” I bowed and explained that Leopro was not the plan’s creator. He asked to hear the story, so I told him from the beginning, eager kits interrupting now and then to tell their favorite parts. “… So, here I am. That’s the whole story.” I finished. “Well done my daughter. I am proud.” I blushed when I heard that. “Thanks, father. What time is it? I lost track of time.” He looked skyward. “It has been two suns and three moons since you disappeared.” I was shocked. “That long? I thought it might have been one sun at most!” “The sun is setting. Everyone hurry to the huts!” A scout cried hurriedly. The snake-men come out at night only. They kill and eat any kits or cats that stay out of their huts too far after dark. Anaconda, their leader, is sort of friends with me, but he can’t keep his warriors from taking kits.
“Everycat, hurry!” yowled my dad. One small she-cat was pulled into the dark forest. Everyone, safe in their huts, watched the snake and the cheetah, for that was her cat-side, battle to the very death. The snake appeared to be winning, so every-cat waited in dreaded anticipation as the snake-man, named Cobrano, prepared for the final strike. Suddenly, Tigrala, my sister, yowled and jumped out of her hut and into the battle. Two strong she-cats against one cobra the size of a full-grown warrior is even odds. Either side could win. But the snake was tired and there were two she-cats fighting him. Soon, he retreated into the forest and everyone started to groom each other happily. As I cleaned my ears, I realized that it was too easy. “Oh, Puma.” I whispered. Of course, I thought as I jumped to a hiding spot, why didn’t I think of it? Leo was using me to find the clan! I led him right here, too. I thought that he was just getting a little sloppy, but it was all a setup. I never really escaped. I just helped the Canus tribe surprise the whole clan, and father is either dead or dying at this point. That means Leo will look for me because I am the only heir to the Jaga title. “He may keep me alive, but most likely he will try to kill me. I must leave. I can find the last Amethyst of legend. It must be somewhere.” I mused aloud, forgetting the danger of speaking. “Gotcha!” I felt a rough paw grab my shoulder and gasped. But when I saw who that paw belonged to, I nearly fainted from relief. It was Pembaa. Pembaa means
What should Pembaa Mean? This is a novel i'm writing. please help.
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
DecodingDetecting46-Yes!
All of you guys get into the first round!!! I'll start a first round when I have enough! People can vote by stars or I may have judges if I have people sign up!
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Could I please judge? I love writing contests!!!
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An author in training
Gallagher Girl
Daughter of Poseidon
Live,Laugh,Love and CAHILLS!!!
Cahills v. Vespers!!!
DREAMS…can come TRUE
WWJD?
This is SO 200 characters!
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name: Lauren
Age range: (If you mean MY age, then I'm 15. But if you mean the age range of my novels, I would have to say 12 and over)
What types of stories do you write best: horror and urban fantasy
Have you written any stories on the board: I'm running an RP called Taskforce 39, I posted four sneaks of my latest novel (down in my signature), and the story I entered for a Skulduggery Pleasant short story contest.
What's your favourite you written: That would have to be my latest sneak peek.
Example: (Go look in the LAST four links in my signature. For the first of the last and the last of the last, you'll need to scroll down to read all of it as they have more than one part).
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW THESE! show/12433 (summaires) show/13140 show/13947 show/17659 show/22376
Posted at: 5:00 am on June 4, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
WolfKnife10 and BreakingBull633: You can both be judges!!!!!!!!!!!
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
YES!!Thank you.When do we start!?
Name:Paris Alexandros Cahill, a.k.a Paris or Alex
Age:14
Son of Bacchus
Legacy of Apollo
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Hi Cea-Cea.Nice to see your post.
Name:Paris Alexandros Cahill, a.k.a Paris or Alex
Age:14
Son of Bacchus
Legacy of Apollo
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Yes!!!
My heart is broken Sweet sleep, my dark angel Deliver us from sorrow's hold (Over my heart).
Wat song is it?
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
I am Julia, IGNORE MY LAST POST! Please go on...
The Shadow Thief.
Thank you! I need a plot line, and in that and in Cea-Cea's contest it was just description. I learned my leson. That is all. Thank you!!
The Shadow Thief.
Thank you! I need a plot line, and in that and in Cea-Cea's contest it was just description. I learned my leson.
That is all. Thank you!!
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened -Dr. Seuss
A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down. -Glasow
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Posted at: 9:28 pm on June 4, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Cea-Cea: Yes! You can judge too! I'm also going to be judging, so I think if we get one more judge, five will be enough...
EVERYONE ELSE: As soon as I get another judge, I'll post round one! =D
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
kk!!!!
The life of a writer is difficult, cut-throat,and sometimes painful, but the rewards are beyond measure.
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Hey, even though I've done summited my sign-up sheet may I be a judge, please?
-OliviaR.Rosswell
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
May I be a judge even though I'm a participant in the contest, please?
I play saxophone and I know it.
Novelist, 9th grader, reader, natural saxophonist, lover/fighter, grammer geek, short, christian, and AWE-some(awesome or awe some more)!
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Posted at: 11:12 am on June 9, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Isabel
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Fantasy
I've copied some of my own from pages to the MB
The Prophetess
Here's my writing sample:
I'm in a barren landscape. All ice, with fires in the distance. All is silent. I'm walking on the frozen ocean.
"You must stop the evil... You are the on that must save us all" Mrs. Jerald's voice rings out through the silence, but no one is in sight.
"Don't forget Winter, don't forget."
"Help! Help!"
"Soon, I will be able to dispose of you."
The voices go on and on. Familiar and unfamiliar. All of them torture. No one in sight.
I feel someone watching me. I hear a footstep that isn't mine. I turn around. Standing there is a boy. His back is to me, though he was watching me a moment earlier. My legs begin to run before I'm aware of what I'm doing. I yell to him until my voice is gone. Just as I reach him, he disappears.
"Winter, Winter, Winter," a strange voice chided, "never try to get, that which you cannot have." The voice came from nowhere, and everywhere.
"Who are you?" I demand.
"All in due time. All in due time. We shall meet soon enough. For now, you may call me Dark." Suddenly, a figure appeared. The person was surrounded by darkness.
My legs suddenly feel like they've been dipped in flames. I begin to collapse, only to be lifted into the air. I feel like I'm being stabbed a thousand times. Something begins to choke me. My vision fails.
I wake up screaming.
That's it for my writing sample. It's a dream from my story The Prophetess.
Isabel
12
Fantasy
I've copied some of my own from pages to the MB
The Prophetess
Here's my writing sample:
I'm in a barren landscape. All ice, with fires in the distance. All is silent. I'm walking on the frozen ocean.
"You must stop the evil... You are the on that must save us all" Mrs. Jerald's voice rings out through the silence, but no one is in sight.
"Don't forget Winter, don't forget."
"Help! Help!"
"Soon, I will be able to dispose of you."
The voices go on and on. Familiar and unfamiliar. All of them torture. No one in sight.
I feel someone watching me. I hear a footstep that isn't mine. I turn around. Standing there is a boy. His back is to me, though he was watching me a moment earlier. My legs begin to run before I'm aware of what I'm doing. I yell to him until my voice is gone. Just as I reach him, he disappears.
"Winter, Winter, Winter," a strange voice chided, "never try to get, that which you cannot have." The voice came from nowhere, and everywhere.
"Who are you?" I demand.
"All in due time. All in due time. We shall meet soon enough. For now, you may call me Dark." Suddenly, a figure appeared. The person was surrounded by darkness.
My legs suddenly feel like they've been dipped in flames. I begin to collapse, only to be lifted into the air. I feel like I'm being stabbed a thousand times. Something begins to choke me. My vision fails.
I wake up screaming.
That's it for my writing sample. It's a dream from my story The Prophetess.
Isabel
Shadowhunters, looking better in black than the widows of our enemies since 1234
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Don't waste the pretty on pain
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Posted at: 4:51 pm on June 9, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
YAY!ThrilledArtistic1 is a judge! Now we have five judges! I'll post the sign-up sheet in a few minutes!
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Posted at: 6:15 pm on June 9, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
I'm not on here all the time so why don't each Judge judge one story plot at a time and when we are done reading it we post our vote and the person who's name is posted the most gets into the next round.JUST A THOUGHT!!
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"Qu'ils mangent de la brioche " -Alexander.John.T
Name:Paris Alexandros Cahill, a.k.a Paris or Alex
Age:14
Son of Bacchus
Legacy of Apollo
Nice to meet you!!!
Posted at: 3:49 pm on June 11, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
I was going to have prompts/ ideas and I'd post an extra thing for judges to say what they liked alot!
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Posted at: 10:01 pm on June 12, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Round One and the judges table has been posted!!! Once it's been moderated, I'll post the link. (or you can click on "My posts")
SIGN-UPS ARE NOW CLOSED
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Posted at: 1:11 pm on June 13, 2012
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Dancingwolf5? It's ok that I already started my entry............. right?
WWBS? HWTBA? WWCD?
Liam Payne
Harry Styles <3
A ninja child
Ravenclaw
Hermes
JAMY
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
DecodingDetecting46- If you've already started an entry, you can just post it on the Round One page. For the next times, though, we'll be having themes are prompts. Okay?
TO EVERYONE:
The link to ROUND ONE is: http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/25359
The link to the JUDGES TABLE is: http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/25362
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Posted at: 11:05 am on June 14, 2012
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OK, I replied to all of this on the round one page, just so you know!
WWBS? HWTBA? WWCD?
Liam Payne
Harry Styles <3
A ninja child
Ravenclaw
Hermes
JAMY
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I know that everybody does this, but....WRITING CONTEST!!!
Name:Abby
Age range :10-13
What type of stories do you like to write best:Action\adventure,fiction
Have you written any stories on the boards:I have done bits and pieces but I have never finished one
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written:The one I am posting here
WRITING SAMPLE:
Ashlyn stepped out of her cabin. The crisp night air was cool against her exposed arms. She could not sleep. All of her other cabin mates had falled asleep with no trouble, they were all tired from the game of capture the flag that night. It had been the most exiting,bloody and intence game yet. But no matter how hard Ashlyn tried she could not fall asleep. All the other campers where asleep, as where all the camp directors, or where they. The light was on in the big house and Ashlyn could see Chiron paceing the room. She walked closer for a better look. Ashlyn got a little carried away, the next thing she knew she was crouching under the window. "Already, another one. I Can't you figure out what it means ,Dionysus,
Seven quests will be given, the most difficult of any, for Zeus fears it is risky with heroes so many.
Do not succeed and they will have to descend, to the place where the darkness seems never to end.
Collect the items on the list that was given, to save all heroes from eternal prison"
Chiron said. "Another prophecy?" Ashlyn thought "forget about it" she told herself "you won't be in it, you are never in them" Ashlyn didn't know how wrong she was. The front door to the big house opend and Ashlyn ran back to her cabin. She lay in bed and thought about what she had just heard until she fell asleep.
The next morning Chiron made the announcment " after breakfast would all head councelers meet me at the big house. The rest of you may continue with your regularly scheuled activities. Dismissed" Ashlyn went back to the cabin to wait. There was only one thing this could be about, the prophecy. Ashlyn waited ancciousley for Vanessa to return. It was about an hour and a half later when she returned. "What was that about? Is it another prophecy?" Ashlyn asked as soon as Vanessa walked in." Hold your horses Ashlyn. Yes it was another prophecy and Chiron wants you to meet him at the big house. No more questions just go " Vanessa said. Ashlyn half walked half ran to the big house.
If you need me to write something different thats fine.
Abby
Age range :10-13
What type of stories do you like to write best:Action\adventure,fiction
Have you written any stories on the boards:I have done bits and pieces but I have never finished one
If yes, what's your favorite that you've written:The one I am posting here
WRITING SAMPLE:
Ashlyn stepped out of her cabin. The crisp night air was cool against her exposed arms. She could not sleep. All of her other cabin mates had falled asleep with no trouble, they were all tired from the game of capture the flag that night. It had been the most exiting,bloody and intence game yet. But no matter how hard Ashlyn tried she could not fall asleep. All the other campers where asleep, as where all the camp directors, or where they. The light was on in the big house and Ashlyn could see Chiron paceing the room. She walked closer for a better look. Ashlyn got a little carried away, the next thing she knew she was crouching under the window. "Already, another one. I Can't you figure out what it means ,Dionysus,
Seven quests will be given, the most difficult of any, for Zeus fears it is risky with heroes so many.
Do not succeed and they will have to descend, to the place where the darkness seems never to end.
Collect the items on the list that was given, to save all heroes from eternal prison"
Chiron said. "Another prophecy?" Ashlyn thought "forget about it" she told herself "you won't be in it, you are never in them" Ashlyn didn't know how wrong she was. The front door to the big house opend and Ashlyn ran back to her cabin. She lay in bed and thought about what she had just heard until she fell asleep.
The next morning Chiron made the announcment " after breakfast would all head councelers meet me at the big house. The rest of you may continue with your regularly scheuled activities. Dismissed" Ashlyn went back to the cabin to wait. There was only one thing this could be about, the prophecy. Ashlyn waited ancciousley for Vanessa to return. It was about an hour and a half later when she returned. "What was that about? Is it another prophecy?" Ashlyn asked as soon as Vanessa walked in." Hold your horses Ashlyn. Yes it was another prophecy and Chiron wants you to meet him at the big house. No more questions just go " Vanessa said. Ashlyn half walked half ran to the big house.
If you need me to write something different thats fine.
Abby
Dauntless
“Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up” -Divergent
Red, the blood of angry men, Black, the dark of ages past
Chair and Marponine forever!
Posted at: 7:27 pm on June 14, 2012
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