What i mean by trying this again is that i did another writing contest and i only got one person...
Okay, so, your application should look something like this:
Name:
Age:
Favorite Writing Style(ex: poetry, stories, music(just kidding), plays/scripts, etc.)
Something you are good in writing(ex. description, dialogue, cliff hangers, etc)
A short excerpt from any of your writings(by short, i mean 2-4 paragraphs, depending on length of paragraphs(remember: i am reading all of these!))
Inspiration for your paragraphs:
Every round i will put in a different thing that you must do. There will be none in this round because i want to see you 'free style' in other words. Here are some basic rules:
1) No being rude, swearing (stupid, idiot, what the heck, and oh my god do not count as swearing), or making other people look bad.
2) No color or abnormaly large or small fonts. Yes, i wear glasses, i think i can read 12 point font, you don't have to make it 24 point font with neon pink (btw, i don't like bright colors... and that includes pink)
3) Please no horriffic bad spelling or grammar. I am a stickler for grammar (Funny story about me in french class: 'hey, you forgot to dot your 'i'). My recommendation: put your story in a word document and then copy and paste. And if you do that, separate the paragraphs, please. If you're doing a script type thing as you entry, every time a different character speaks, hit enter... And what i do(you don't have to do it, but it makes reading it easier) giving each character a different color.
4) Be creative!!!!! I value creativity above all else. If it's not unique or something different (not doing Amian stories, etc.), then i'm probably not going to pass it, unless for some circumstance which i approve of. (See next paragraph for more about this)
Also, please, please, please, no 39 clues stories, hunger games stories, or anything tht has been overused on this site. YOu may, however, base your paragraphs on these things, like a really tiny bit, but please, no amian stories or hunger games stories involving the characters(i bet they are great, but people need to be more original. Some inspiration is okay, like taking a concept or idea, but not ripping off entire characters. Plus, i wouldn't lnow who the characters are in the hunger games since i've haven't read them, so it would be useless anyway.)
So, write away! Applications due Labor Day (first Monday of September) at midnight! depedning on how many people sign up, i will tell you later how many people go on to next round!
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 1:15 am on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
Name: Olive
Age: 12
Favorite Writing Style(ex: poetry, stories, music(just kidding), plays/scripts, etc.) Peotry and short stories
Something you are good in writing(ex. description, dialogue, cliff hangers, etc) destription
A short excerpt from any of your writings:
I told myself that I never got angry. I was sad and happy and silly and tearful, but never angry. But I was lying. Just because I never expressed anger, whether by yelling, or beating with my tiny little fists, didn’t mean that I never felt angry. And anger hurts, especially when the reasons are true. It seemed that I always am angry at Doady, because he was a liar. He told me that as long as we loved each other, we would have everything. Back then I believed him. But I still love him, and I have nothing. Oh, yes I have material things, but those are worthless when you are empty. Where I first felt love and devotion, I now feel sorrow and weariness. I know he sometimes just wishes me gone.
And I am angry at Agnes, because she hates me. I know she tries to be friendly, and pleasant, but I can feel her bitterness. And you will think me selfish, but I am also angry at her because Doady loves her more. She thinks he doesn’t, but he does. And she loves him. I know she just wishes me gone.
It will not be long now till their wishes are granted.
I tell Doady that he should send up Agnes, and that it is better this way. Because it is, I will not burden him anymore, and I can stop being angry. Agnes is here now. “I know you hate me.” I start, staring at the sheets, for once, letting bitterness into my tone. “But I must ask a favor, I think it is a favor you may like.” I look up, she is startled, and a pained expression is on her face. I continue “If, for some reason, Doad- David feels that whatever affection he still has for me is holding him back from loving you completely, I would like for you to tell him that I gave you my blessing.” I can feel the anger ebbing out of my voice as I speak, giving away to weariness. I feel so tired. But I add, perhaps just to be spiteful “I know you must have oft felt like killing me Agnes, but now you do not have to.” And then I am gone.
And I feel sorry, just a little bit sorry. Sorry enough to think “poor little angle” and to feel sympathy to that small figure who seems so far below. But not sorry enough to take back my words, because I know I am right.
Inspiration for your paragraphs: The characters from this story are Characters from a book called David Copperfeild.
Olive
Never in nature does a creature born to be a Dove turn into an Osprey. It is only amongst men.
-Les Miserables
Posted at: 12:33 pm on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
I guess 3rd is the charm... WELCOME TO THE FIRST PAGE!
Name: Em Age: 12
Favorite Writing Style(ex: poetry, stories, music(just kidding), plays/scripts, etc.): stories
Something you are good in writing(ex. description, dialogue, cliff hangers, etc): cliff hangers
A short excerpt from any of your writings(by short, i mean 2-4 paragraphs, depending on length of paragraphs(remember: i am reading all of these!)):
I read the letter that would change our lives forever to my dad.
"Congratulations!
You were chosen out of many people to explore an underground tunnel discovered by billionaire Jacob Jacobson. If you make it back alive first, you will become almost as rich as Mr. Jacobson himself!
Here are the details:
Approximately one month ago, Jacob Jacobson discovered an underground tunnel. He immediately sent out people to explore it, the public unknowing of any of it.
Weeks later, nobody has come out, so Jacobson decided to go a little ways into the tunnel, and the results he found were...messy.
Because of this disaster, Jacobson has ordered ten people to be selected to go into the tunnel to explore it, along with an adult partner. You were one of the chosen people.
On this coming Friday, you will be picked up and taken to the site of the underground tunnel, which is top secret. If you come out of the tunnel alive, you will be given a cash prize--how much will be determined later, but we can guarantee it will be a lot. The thing is, you have to be the first team out to get the prize, but anybody who comes out will get a little something for participating. You may bring a small bag along if you’d like.
We hope to see you and your partner there!”
Inspiration for your paragraphs: Well, I was going to enter this in an actual writing contest, but I forgot about it and decided to add more. It sort of sounds like the Hunger Games, though.
You said no color, but then later on the rules, yo u said we can have color, so I used a darker color. Is it all right if I did that? If not, I can re-post it.
-Em :)
Name: Em Age: 12
Favorite Writing Style(ex: poetry, stories, music(just kidding), plays/scripts, etc.): stories
Something you are good in writing(ex. description, dialogue, cliff hangers, etc): cliff hangers
A short excerpt from any of your writings(by short, i mean 2-4 paragraphs, depending on length of paragraphs(remember: i am reading all of these!)):
I read the letter that would change our lives forever to my dad.
"Congratulations!
You were chosen out of many people to explore an underground tunnel discovered by billionaire Jacob Jacobson. If you make it back alive first, you will become almost as rich as Mr. Jacobson himself!
Here are the details:
Approximately one month ago, Jacob Jacobson discovered an underground tunnel. He immediately sent out people to explore it, the public unknowing of any of it.
Weeks later, nobody has come out, so Jacobson decided to go a little ways into the tunnel, and the results he found were...messy.
Because of this disaster, Jacobson has ordered ten people to be selected to go into the tunnel to explore it, along with an adult partner. You were one of the chosen people.
On this coming Friday, you will be picked up and taken to the site of the underground tunnel, which is top secret. If you come out of the tunnel alive, you will be given a cash prize--how much will be determined later, but we can guarantee it will be a lot. The thing is, you have to be the first team out to get the prize, but anybody who comes out will get a little something for participating. You may bring a small bag along if you’d like.
We hope to see you and your partner there!”
Inspiration for your paragraphs: Well, I was going to enter this in an actual writing contest, but I forgot about it and decided to add more. It sort of sounds like the Hunger Games, though.
You said no color, but then later on the rules, yo u said we can have color, so I used a darker color. Is it all right if I did that? If not, I can re-post it.
-Em :)
The thief comes only tostealandkillanddestroy;
I have come that they may havelife,and have it to thefull
~John10:10
Posted at: 2:16 pm on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
Wait, I forgot to separate the paragraphs, so I WILL repost it, as soon as it pops up and I know if I can use the color I used.
-Em :)
-Em :)
The thief comes only tostealandkillanddestroy;
I have come that they may havelife,and have it to thefull
~John10:10
Posted at: 2:21 pm on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
Name: Matt
Age: 12
Favorite style: stories
Something I am good at in writing: cliffhangers, complex characters, setting, and good endings.
Short Excerpt: www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/29449
Insperation: our class was listening to "roll of thunder, hear my cry" and was almost falling asleep so I doodled and thought of mark hawk. Later, I made the idea into a Lego movie. Then I decided to make it a story.
P.s. never read " roll of thunder, hear my cry"
Age: 12
Favorite style: stories
Something I am good at in writing: cliffhangers, complex characters, setting, and good endings.
Short Excerpt: www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/29449
Insperation: our class was listening to "roll of thunder, hear my cry" and was almost falling asleep so I doodled and thought of mark hawk. Later, I made the idea into a Lego movie. Then I decided to make it a story.
P.s. never read " roll of thunder, hear my cry"
All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and I can change the world
Half-Blood
~I Reject your realitly and substitute my own~
Posted at: 3:00 pm on August 19, 2012
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Thank you Olive for posting!!!!! btw, thats good description. I haven't read that book where those characters came from, I'm a bit lost. I loved how u described the anger
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 3:35 pm on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
Name: Rose
Age:15
Favorite Writing Style: Stories and plays
I'm good at writing dialogue.
Charlotte Pascal, Teenage Spy (The title is a work in progress)
(This is not the beginning of my story, it's a different section, also this is not the full dialogue between these two characters)
Looking down at the face of an old family friend, I was fuming.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Calm down, Charlotte,” he replied.
“I will not calm down! What kind of person sneaks into a friend's house in the middle of the night, dressed in all black, and starts breaking things in their kitchen?!” I yelled, while eying a broken plate on the floor.
“You know I have keys for the place!”
“Yeah, for emergencies!”
“Well, I locked myself out of my apartment, and I WANTED A SANDWICH!”
I sighed and helped him up. “Fine, but next time, tell me you're here, or don't sneak in during a blackout. At midnight. During a storm.”
“Does make it seem like I'm a burglar, doesn't it?”
“Really?” I said sarcastically. “That would have never occurred to me.”
“Whatever.”
“And you were going through the china why?”
“I needed a plate.”
I sauntered over to the table and picked up a stack of paper plates. “And what, these aren't good enough for you?”
“Geez, I didn't see them. I'm sorry.”
“No, I'm sorry.” I sat down. “I shouldn't be so rude. I've just been on edge lately. Not to mention, all the work I've been doing for my assignment got deleted when the power went out.”
David was now rummaging through the fridge, the entire top half of his body inside of it. From inside, I heard, “You really need to learn to periodically save your work.”
“Well.... sometimes I'm so absorbed in it that I forget to save.”
He peeked his head out, a pickle stuffed in his mouth, his arms piled high with sandwich ingredients. “You ad I bot know tats not true.”
Rose-Daughter of Athena, Amity, Sibuna, Whovian, Jabberjay, Ravenpuff, Janus, Ekaterina, and Madrigal.
We are all Cahills.
Are all people like this? So much bigger on the inside?
Posted at: 4:05 pm on August 19, 2012
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Hi, it's Rose again! I forgot to add the inspiration part: the action/adventure of the 39 clues as well as a classic coming of age story. Thanks!
Rose-Daughter of Athena, Amity, Sibuna, Whovian, Jabberjay, Ravenpuff, Janus, Ekaterina, and Madrigal.
We are all Cahills.
Are all people like this? So much bigger on the inside?
Posted at: 4:06 pm on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
I've never entered a writing contest... I always think I'll lose... but here goes!
name: Erika
age: 11 (to be 12 in a few days!)
FWS: stories
short except:
My eyes rung from the gun shot. I don't get today. Sure, I go to Old Navy and accidently leave without paying for the stupid jacket, but am I really getting arrested for that?
Metal flew as a bullet pireced the garbage can I'm hiding behind. I jump up and zip away. Dirt, brick, and bullets zoomed for my flesh, but I never let them hit me. I ran like the gingerbread man and spotted motorcycle a few yards away, still leaning against the parking lot fence.
Yes! I thought. I ran foward when suddenly...
"AAH!!" a huge being tackled me to the ground and my leg felt ripped open. The night air drifted the smell of blood towards my nose, and I had no idea what was happening but pain.
"Where is it?!" I heard the person on top of me hiss. I almost didn't catch him speaking.
"Where is what you crazy gunman?!"
"Don't play with me, you're in no position for that." the man snapped. with his agitated edgy voice. He pressed the gun to my head. "The box. Where did you hide the box?!"
When I didn't answer, he grabbed my hair and yanked.
"Where... is... the BOX?!?!"
"Look, insanio, you've got the wrong person!! I know nothin' about no stupid box, now get off me!! GAH!"
He lowered his volume to a whisper. "You refuse to cooperate Agent Peter Tomathy. I guess you'll have to see the consequences then."
"Tomathy?! Who the fudge is-"
BOOM.
inspiration for paragrahs: ....... no idea. I just write anything.
Erika ;)
name: Erika
age: 11 (to be 12 in a few days!)
FWS: stories
short except:
My eyes rung from the gun shot. I don't get today. Sure, I go to Old Navy and accidently leave without paying for the stupid jacket, but am I really getting arrested for that?
Metal flew as a bullet pireced the garbage can I'm hiding behind. I jump up and zip away. Dirt, brick, and bullets zoomed for my flesh, but I never let them hit me. I ran like the gingerbread man and spotted motorcycle a few yards away, still leaning against the parking lot fence.
Yes! I thought. I ran foward when suddenly...
"AAH!!" a huge being tackled me to the ground and my leg felt ripped open. The night air drifted the smell of blood towards my nose, and I had no idea what was happening but pain.
"Where is it?!" I heard the person on top of me hiss. I almost didn't catch him speaking.
"Where is what you crazy gunman?!"
"Don't play with me, you're in no position for that." the man snapped. with his agitated edgy voice. He pressed the gun to my head. "The box. Where did you hide the box?!"
When I didn't answer, he grabbed my hair and yanked.
"Where... is... the BOX?!?!"
"Look, insanio, you've got the wrong person!! I know nothin' about no stupid box, now get off me!! GAH!"
He lowered his volume to a whisper. "You refuse to cooperate Agent Peter Tomathy. I guess you'll have to see the consequences then."
"Tomathy?! Who the fudge is-"
BOOM.
inspiration for paragrahs: ....... no idea. I just write anything.
Erika ;)
My name isSCOTCH TAPE.(actually it's Erika, but you know...)
Problemo?
“There were2roads…andItookthe oneless traveled…AND IT HURT, MAN!!!”
Posted at: 7:56 pm on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
Name: Ariel
Age: 11
Favorite Writing Style: poetry
Something you are good in writing: suspense and planting clues
A short excerpt from any of your writings:
I walked down the street, cold, wet, hurt, and very tired. Three more blocks, Mirian. Three more blocks home, in the pouring rain. Three more blocks in which the Boy Scout would have fled. Three more blocks of freezing water and hail the size of golf balls. I walked quickly, my coat pulled tight. Soon I was home. I pressed my hand to the frame and the door sprang open. PalmPrint. One of my earlier inventions. I lay the four manilla folders, book, and silver gadget on the table.
I was a theif. I was a hero. I was the law. I broke it. The story is weird. But one thing is constant: I am the daughter of one of the world's deadliest asassins.
I was a Hood - part of a redistrobution program started by two kids. Tomorrow I would help steal things. If I wasn't too badly injured. Penny got that I was trying to dig for information concerning my mom. She was looking for info on Otto - some kid I didn't know. Two files for her, two for me. The gadget was stolen. It helped me steal back family info from the wrong hands. Which included my family.
Inspiration for your paragraphs: anything, everything, and nothing - take your pick, you really can't be wrong because I really don't know. They just pop into my head as ideas.
Age: 11
Favorite Writing Style: poetry
Something you are good in writing: suspense and planting clues
A short excerpt from any of your writings:
I walked down the street, cold, wet, hurt, and very tired. Three more blocks, Mirian. Three more blocks home, in the pouring rain. Three more blocks in which the Boy Scout would have fled. Three more blocks of freezing water and hail the size of golf balls. I walked quickly, my coat pulled tight. Soon I was home. I pressed my hand to the frame and the door sprang open. PalmPrint. One of my earlier inventions. I lay the four manilla folders, book, and silver gadget on the table.
I was a theif. I was a hero. I was the law. I broke it. The story is weird. But one thing is constant: I am the daughter of one of the world's deadliest asassins.
I was a Hood - part of a redistrobution program started by two kids. Tomorrow I would help steal things. If I wasn't too badly injured. Penny got that I was trying to dig for information concerning my mom. She was looking for info on Otto - some kid I didn't know. Two files for her, two for me. The gadget was stolen. It helped me steal back family info from the wrong hands. Which included my family.
Inspiration for your paragraphs: anything, everything, and nothing - take your pick, you really can't be wrong because I really don't know. They just pop into my head as ideas.
Ariel
Ninja In Training
Science/Choir Geek
Still living the odd life
timeywhimeyspaceywacy
BACK IN BLACK
Posted at: 8:21 pm on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
Name: Mary
Age:12
Favorite Writing Style(ex: poetry, stories, music(just kidding), plays/scripts, etc.):Fiction
Something you are good in writing(ex. description, dialogue, cliff hangers, etc) Cliff hangers, comedy, description (in my opinion!!)
A short excerpt from any of your writings(by short, i mean 2-4 paragraphs, depending on length of paragraphs(remember: i am reading all of these!)) From my story: Amys quest (the new version): I remember the day...........perfectly. Almost TO perfect. It was Monday, and that morning I woke up with a mean attitude. "Wow Amy I havent seen you this mean since........ever!" Dan said. "Shut up dweeb" was my harsh reply. If only I had known what would happen later on. I saw the hurt look in his eyes. For some reason I ignored it, and went to go get ready. I was meeting Evan for coffee in 20 minutes. "Dan, Im going down the street to the cafe to meet Evan. Be back in 10." I said and headed out the door. 3 minutes later, me and Evan were at a table enjoying our coffee and laughing. 15 minutes later, I remembered Dan. "Evan! I told Dan I would be home in 10 minutes we have to go back!" I said, and we headed for the aparment. When we got there, I called Dans name. "DAAAAAAAAN IM BACK." I called. "Dan? Im sorry about this morning! I brought you a doughnut!" "Uhhhhh Amy? You might want to see this!" I heard Evan cry. I found him in Dans room looking at a note. "Whats it say?" I ask.
Amy, so glad your back. Not. Looking for your brother? Dont worry. He's in....."good" hands. -Vesper 6.
Next thing I know, I blacked out.
(Sorry that was NOT my best at all...........i wrote that a while ago. Check the whole thing out if u want better :) WAIT! I just realized that that was 39 clues and u said no 39 clues..........im srry i only have 2 storys at the present momment, but i SWEAR that my real story for the contest wont be!!!!! Im srry again!!!!!!!!!)
Inspiration for your paragraphs: Hm......... depends. I guess i just get inspired by people who say they like it :)
Ok..............this was a horrible entry...........oh well. Sorry for its horribleness :(
P.S: I hope you liked the color lol.
There was once a girl, named Mary.
Mary was weird, yet not afraid to admit it.
Mary loved to write, to sing, and had an obsession with Louis Tomlinson.
That girl?
She's me.
Posted at: 10:36 pm on August 19, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
name:River
age:10
favorite writing style:stories
something you are good at writing:dialogue
a short excerpt from anything youve written:The lionpeople crept silently through the night.The leader flicked his tail and they stopped.A lionperson behind the leader began to call roll."Labyrinth!"He called.This was followed by a quiet roar.Then Labyrinth called"Sparrow!Rain!Fire!Shine!"All these names were followed by soft roars."All here General Rock!"Labyrinth said to another lionperson.Rock led them to the boundary.They fell silent waiting for nightfall.
River Cahill
My story
Everlasting:46391
Hawkfur of Thunderclan
Days Ill be gone:6/22-7/31 I dont know if therell be internet
Posted at: 12:01 am on August 20, 2012
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In the book, the main character (david copperfield) falls in love with this girl named Dora Spenlow. While there married David realizes that he actually loves his childhood freind Agnes more than he loves Dora. About that point in the story, Dora gets sick and dies.
Olive
Never in nature does a creature born to be a Dove turn into an Osprey. It is only amongst men.
-Les Miserables
Posted at: 12:31 pm on August 20, 2012
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Sorry I was on my ds when I signed up and I forgot to say that evenif I hit enter it doesnt work.Sorry!
River Cahill
My story
Everlasting:46391
Hawkfur of Thunderclan
Days Ill be gone:6/22-7/31 I dont know if therell be internet
Posted at: 8:45 pm on August 20, 2012
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OMG!!!!! So many peeps actually posted!!!!! I am now one happy person!!!! I will give personal feedback to each person and from this point further: Please actually post the writing excerpt on this thread... It makes my life and my throbbing thumb much easier
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 11:35 pm on August 20, 2012
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Rose: HAHAHAHAHAHA I could not stop laughing!!!!! You should write in the things your good at, write humor, cuz that was hilarious!!!!!! I could definitely hear the character's voice come through... Kudos to you... U used sarcasm :)
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 11:39 pm on August 20, 2012
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Erika: Well, happy early birthday :) I loved the word choice in this piece... Insanio... Who the fudge... Crazy gunman... Not stuff you see everyday. I make up my own words too... like sunphobia (hating the sun) (Please refer to the wonderful burn marks on my upper body for the full story) and lack-of-musicitis (an illness I get if i can't be near music). In a nutshell: Its good :)
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 11:45 pm on August 20, 2012
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Ariel: First thoughts: Okay, is some guy gonna drag this kid off the street? And when you mentioned assassins, i thought of two things: a song by Muse named Assassin (even though it doesn't talk about killing peeps... It talks about bringing down political leaders and democracy) and my creative routine which uses above mentioned song. First questions: I wanna know more... I wanna know who his/her father is (I'm guessing it's a girl) and overall: great beginning... It sucked me right in
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 11:49 pm on August 20, 2012
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River: Do me a favor: Seperate the paragraphs... It makes it easier to read. With this certain excerpt, I feel like i've just been dropped into the middle of a polt and I have no idea what's going on. Lion people... Very interesting... I feel like I know a mythical creature like that, but i can't put my finger on the name...
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 11:52 pm on August 20, 2012
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Mary: yes, I LOVE the colors :) If you can, could you put a different entry in? And this sounds a lot like one of the mini books from the ebooks series.
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
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Em: I shall wait for newer version of your paragraphs... then i will read it. For clarification about the color rule, please visit my comedy script under my posts: "The Cahill Chat"
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 12:03 am on August 21, 2012
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And yes, you may use darker colors... Perferably colors i can read without highlighting it... But stick with dark... But please stay with black... It is my fav color after all...
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 12:05 am on August 21, 2012
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I was kind of skipping around in the prologue of the story my excerpt was from because like I said I was on my ds.If I post something long it deletes it.Ill try getting on the computer soon and repost it.-River
River Cahill
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Posted at: 1:24 pm on August 21, 2012
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Here it is with the paragraphs. Actually, when I copied and
pasted it, it wasn't like Microsoft with the TAB button. It's weird...
I read the letter that would change our lives forever to my dad.
"Congratulations!
You were chosen out of many people to explore an underground tunnel discovered by billionaire Jacob Jacobson. If you make it back alive first, you will become almost as rich as Mr. Jacobson himself!
Here are the details:
Approximately one month ago, Jacob Jacobson discovered an underground tunnel. He immediately sent out people to explore it, the public unknowing of any of it.
Weeks later, nobody has come out, so Jacobson decided to go a little ways into the tunnel, and the results he found were...messy.
Because of this disaster, Jacobson has ordered ten people to be selected to go into the tunnel to explore it, along with an adult partner. You were one of the chosen people.
On this coming Friday, you will be picked up and taken to the site of the underground tunnel, which is top secret. If you come out of the tunnel alive, you will be given a cash prize--how much will be determined later, but we can guarantee it will be a lot. The thing is, you have to be the first team out to get the prize, but anybody who comes out will get a little something for participating. You may bring a small bag along if you’d like.
We hope to see you and your partner there!”
Well, they could've left out the congradulations part, I thought
-Em :)
The thief comes only tostealandkillanddestroy;
I have come that they may havelife,and have it to thefull
~John10:10
Posted at: 4:11 pm on August 21, 2012
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AgentEkat318 (sorry I forgot the name): Very nice. I haven't read the hunger games, but this kind of sounds like a different story (Were you the one to say that you got the inspiration from the hunger games? It has been a long 8 hours...) I love the last line... Humor is my favorite thing. And I love the change of font for the letter... I'm so curious to hear what is in the tunnel
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 9:50 pm on August 21, 2012
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wait.. are you judging by how many likes each thing has, or which one you like best? If you're judging my the second way,...*gulp* I'm gonna DIE in this contest!!!!!!
Erika ;) ;(
My name isSCOTCH TAPE.(actually it's Erika, but you know...)
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“There were2roads…andItookthe oneless traveled…AND IT HURT, MAN!!!”
Posted at: 4:02 am on August 23, 2012
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Can some people pleaze visit this thread? http://www.the39clues.com/messageboard/show/29098
You know the show America's Got Talent (or Britain's Got Talent or Australia's Got Talent...) and it's a big talent show? Well, I wanted to make that on the MB, only instead of a talent show, it's going to be a writing contest. Right now we are voting for the judges (one of the Lucians, Ekats, Tomas, Janus, Madrigals, and Vespers) and the host. We'll have the auditions after we get the judges. So right now our only focus is to get the judges. After a while, I'll post the Auditions (or whoever is going to be the host) and so on. I hope you come!
-Em :)
You know the show America's Got Talent (or Britain's Got Talent or Australia's Got Talent...) and it's a big talent show? Well, I wanted to make that on the MB, only instead of a talent show, it's going to be a writing contest. Right now we are voting for the judges (one of the Lucians, Ekats, Tomas, Janus, Madrigals, and Vespers) and the host. We'll have the auditions after we get the judges. So right now our only focus is to get the judges. After a while, I'll post the Auditions (or whoever is going to be the host) and so on. I hope you come!
-Em :)
The thief comes only tostealandkillanddestroy;
I have come that they may havelife,and have it to thefull
~John10:10
Posted at: 11:41 pm on August 23, 2012
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Name: Samira
Age: 15
Favorite Writing Style: stories
Something I'm good at writing: description + cliff hangers
Excerpt:
I am free. Free. I shout that word up to the sky, tasting the lightness of it on my lips as my mouth forms the word and speaks it for all to hear. Free. The word I have wanted to hear ever since I was a child, cradled in my mother’s arms, tears flowing freely down my cheeks and staining my dress after I had been beaten by The Guard for disobeying a rule. It feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel light and buoyant, filled with happiness. I smile, and musical laughter like tiny bells fills the air: my laughter. I throw my head back, and spin gazing up at the sky, watching the world around me become a blur of green and blue. Tired, I lay down in the grass among the flowers, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of my face. Blonde like starlight, my mother used to say. Blonde like the stars shining in the sky on a calm summer night. I sigh, wishing for my mother to be with me, to complete the moment. To rejoice with me for the freedom I finally possessed. No longer am I the kingdom’s ever obedient slave. No longer am I forced to keep quiet so the kingdom’s evil doings would not be revealed. Oh, I was forced to do horrible things, and I had no choice but to do them, or else my mother would be murdered. But if only I had seen through the trick, if only I had realized that they would have killed her anyway. If only I had realized there was no point. But there is no point in trying to change the past. All I can do now is start a new life in freedom, in peace. It will not be the same, though. Without mother, it will never be the same. No matter how hard I try to start fresh, there will always be a piece missing. The piece that my mother had occupied, before The Guard had killed her. But she is not dead, her memory is still alive in my heart, and will always be.
Tears stain my eyes as I remember all the people that died for my sake, all the people that lost their lives just to give me another chance to live. Always, in the back of my head, there has resided that one question: why? Why did they do that for me? Why did they risk their lives? Why didn't they just escape themselves and leave me to toil away? My ears perk, and I sit up suddenly. I hear footsteps approaching, treading softly on the grass. The steps get closer, and I stand up and whirl around, finding myself staring at someone I thought I would never see again.
"Nicko?" I exclaim in disbelief.
Inspiration: I don't know... I've always wanted to describe the feeling of freedom and I ended up with that.
~Samira :)
Age: 15
Favorite Writing Style: stories
Something I'm good at writing: description + cliff hangers
Excerpt:
I am free. Free. I shout that word up to the sky, tasting the lightness of it on my lips as my mouth forms the word and speaks it for all to hear. Free. The word I have wanted to hear ever since I was a child, cradled in my mother’s arms, tears flowing freely down my cheeks and staining my dress after I had been beaten by The Guard for disobeying a rule. It feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel light and buoyant, filled with happiness. I smile, and musical laughter like tiny bells fills the air: my laughter. I throw my head back, and spin gazing up at the sky, watching the world around me become a blur of green and blue. Tired, I lay down in the grass among the flowers, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of my face. Blonde like starlight, my mother used to say. Blonde like the stars shining in the sky on a calm summer night. I sigh, wishing for my mother to be with me, to complete the moment. To rejoice with me for the freedom I finally possessed. No longer am I the kingdom’s ever obedient slave. No longer am I forced to keep quiet so the kingdom’s evil doings would not be revealed. Oh, I was forced to do horrible things, and I had no choice but to do them, or else my mother would be murdered. But if only I had seen through the trick, if only I had realized that they would have killed her anyway. If only I had realized there was no point. But there is no point in trying to change the past. All I can do now is start a new life in freedom, in peace. It will not be the same, though. Without mother, it will never be the same. No matter how hard I try to start fresh, there will always be a piece missing. The piece that my mother had occupied, before The Guard had killed her. But she is not dead, her memory is still alive in my heart, and will always be.
Tears stain my eyes as I remember all the people that died for my sake, all the people that lost their lives just to give me another chance to live. Always, in the back of my head, there has resided that one question: why? Why did they do that for me? Why did they risk their lives? Why didn't they just escape themselves and leave me to toil away? My ears perk, and I sit up suddenly. I hear footsteps approaching, treading softly on the grass. The steps get closer, and I stand up and whirl around, finding myself staring at someone I thought I would never see again.
"Nicko?" I exclaim in disbelief.
Inspiration: I don't know... I've always wanted to describe the feeling of freedom and I ended up with that.
~Samira :)
~Samira
Hold fastto dreamsFor if dreamsdieLifeis a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.
Hold fastto dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.
~Langston Hughes
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Name:Abby
Age:11
Favorite Writing Style:action\adventure
Something you are good in writing:description,cliff hangers
Inspiration for your paragraphs:I just kind of freestyle
A short excerpt from any of your writings:I was the first to smell the smoke. I was up in my room reading a book when it happened. I was ten at the time. As soon as I smelled it I clutched the book to my chest and walked toward the door. I put my hand against it before I opened it, to see if it was hot. Finding it slightly warm I opened it, trusting my instincts. I started to walk down the stairs. I was about half way to the bottom when I fell. As the smell of smoke grew stronger I tried to run. I fell, slamming my head into the wall and bending my leg into an odd position. “It hurt really bad” I thought as I felt the tears well up in my eyes and I started to cry, I heard my dad call my name. I called back, moments later he was walking briskly toward me. He was a tall muscular man with a kind face. He grabbed me up in his arms, asking me to hold onto his neck. He ran toward the front door, but just before he got to in a wall of fire crept up in front of him. My mom came running down the stairs toward us. Her face was pale and she started to say something to my dad, but she was cut off by me coughing and the sirens in the distance. It was getting difficult to breath now, my breath came in raspy gasps and I kept coughing. My dad pressed my head to his chest and I heard pounding on the door. My parent’s started yelling to who ever were trying to break down the door. My head started throbbing and I could feel blood running down my face. The last things I remember before passing out are the sound of breaking wood, my father handing off to somebody and the cool night air against my hot skin.
Abby
Age:11
Favorite Writing Style:action\adventure
Something you are good in writing:description,cliff hangers
Inspiration for your paragraphs:I just kind of freestyle
A short excerpt from any of your writings:I was the first to smell the smoke. I was up in my room reading a book when it happened. I was ten at the time. As soon as I smelled it I clutched the book to my chest and walked toward the door. I put my hand against it before I opened it, to see if it was hot. Finding it slightly warm I opened it, trusting my instincts. I started to walk down the stairs. I was about half way to the bottom when I fell. As the smell of smoke grew stronger I tried to run. I fell, slamming my head into the wall and bending my leg into an odd position. “It hurt really bad” I thought as I felt the tears well up in my eyes and I started to cry, I heard my dad call my name. I called back, moments later he was walking briskly toward me. He was a tall muscular man with a kind face. He grabbed me up in his arms, asking me to hold onto his neck. He ran toward the front door, but just before he got to in a wall of fire crept up in front of him. My mom came running down the stairs toward us. Her face was pale and she started to say something to my dad, but she was cut off by me coughing and the sirens in the distance. It was getting difficult to breath now, my breath came in raspy gasps and I kept coughing. My dad pressed my head to his chest and I heard pounding on the door. My parent’s started yelling to who ever were trying to break down the door. My head started throbbing and I could feel blood running down my face. The last things I remember before passing out are the sound of breaking wood, my father handing off to somebody and the cool night air against my hot skin.
Abby
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“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!
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-Samira: first thought after reading the first few sentences: is this thing related to the Holocaust? cuz that's what it sounded like. And to be honest, if there is too much detail, i get really bored. And that's kind of how i felt. I can definitley tell you have experience in writing just by the way you write.
And for everyone: I am NOT judging based on how many likes you get... I'm picking the best for each round... :)
And for everyone: I am NOT judging based on how many likes you get... I'm picking the best for each round... :)
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 1:20 am on August 25, 2012
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WOW. Samira, if you won this, I wouldn't be surprised. (No offence to the rest of you guys!)
Erika ;)
My name isSCOTCH TAPE.(actually it's Erika, but you know...)
Problemo?
“There were2roads…andItookthe oneless traveled…AND IT HURT, MAN!!!”
Posted at: 2:15 am on August 25, 2012
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redo of my form
name:River
age:10
favorite writing style:action
something you are good in writing:Dialogue
inspiration for my paragraphs:no idea
a short excerpt from something Ive written:
The Lionpeople crept through the darkness.
They had waited long enough and it was finally time.
There enemy the wolfpeople would fall tonight.
A lionperson in front called"Labyrinth!"This was followed by a quiet roar.
Then Labyrinth called"Rain!Fire!Spider!Flash!Sparrow!"
These were all followed by quiet roars.
"All here General Rock!"Labyrinth said to the lionperson in front.
"Thanks."Rock said"Let it be known that Lionpeople are half fire and wolfpeople are half Star!"
He yowled."With our powers we can win this battle much easier then them!The wolfpeople will fall!"
The other lionpeople cheered.
Rock led them to the border with the wolfpeople.Soon victory would be theirs.
River Cahill
My story
Everlasting:46391
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Days Ill be gone:6/22-7/31 I dont know if therell be internet
Posted at: 1:44 pm on August 25, 2012
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Abby: Very nice. one part in my story is a fire scene. Nothing much to say.
'I remember black skies and lightning all around me' -New Divide
'All I ask of you is believe' -Believe
'Welcome to the master plan, don't care if you understand' -Master PLan
Posted at: 3:11 pm on August 25, 2012
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@SingingShark2 No, it's not related to the Holocaust. In fact, when I continued it, it ended up being about a completely other world. So yeah. Yeah, I guess I tend to go into too much detail sometimes :P Thanks :)
@Erika Thanks!
~Samira :)
@Erika Thanks!
~Samira :)
~Samira
Hold fastto dreamsFor if dreamsdieLifeis a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.
Hold fastto dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.
~Langston Hughes
Posted at: 3:40 pm on August 25, 2012
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Rose-Daughter of Athena, Amity, Sibuna, Whovian, Jabberjay, Ravenpuff, Janus, Ekaterina, and Madrigal.
We are all Cahills.
Are all people like this? So much bigger on the inside?
Posted at: 8:52 pm on September 3, 2012
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bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-buuuuuuuuuuump!!
Erika ;)
My name isSCOTCH TAPE.(actually it's Erika, but you know...)
Problemo?
“There were2roads…andItookthe oneless traveled…AND IT HURT, MAN!!!”
Posted at: 11:03 am on September 4, 2012
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They Say Third Time's the Charm... MY THIRD WRITING CONTEST!!!! PLEASE SIGN UP OR I WILL BE ONE SAD ...
I know I hit the deadline, but could you please include me?
Name:Sophia
Age:12
Favorite Writing Style(ex: poetry, stories, music(just kidding), plays/scripts, etc.)Stories, but I'm planning on writing a play
Something you are good in writing(ex. description, dialogue, cliff hangers, etc)cliffhangers, and dialogue I guess
A short excerpt from any of your writings(by short, i mean 2-4 paragraphs, depending on length of paragraphs(remember: i am reading all of these!)): it's under my form
Inspiration for your paragraphs:I have absolutely no idea
Heres my paragraphs
I grinned, clutching the envelope that held my new assignment.
I ran to my office, unlocked the door, and threw it open. And I know what your thinking: what seemingly normal 14 year old girl has an office. But I'm not a regular 14 year old girl.
And it's not just the fact that I have an office, and a job that make me different.
It's the job that I have that separates me from others. I havethe coolest, and probably most dangerous, job ever. I have the job of a spy.
Not the stealing-government-secrets kind of spy.
I won't be doing that for a few years.
I go undercover at schools and summer camps, where I'm completely under the radar, to recruit possible spies, who are usually also being recruited by enemy spies.
I'm the leader of a group of other spies my age, who assist me on my recruiting assignments. Speaking of assignments, I couldn't wait to see mine.
I grabbed the letter opener off my desk and slit oped the envelope.
Inside there was a small stack of papers. I pulled them out and took the top sheet and looked at it.
It was my assignment instructions.
Again, please, please, PLEASE let me in!!!!
Name:Sophia
Age:12
Favorite Writing Style(ex: poetry, stories, music(just kidding), plays/scripts, etc.)Stories, but I'm planning on writing a play
Something you are good in writing(ex. description, dialogue, cliff hangers, etc)cliffhangers, and dialogue I guess
A short excerpt from any of your writings(by short, i mean 2-4 paragraphs, depending on length of paragraphs(remember: i am reading all of these!)): it's under my form
Inspiration for your paragraphs:I have absolutely no idea
Heres my paragraphs
I grinned, clutching the envelope that held my new assignment.
I ran to my office, unlocked the door, and threw it open. And I know what your thinking: what seemingly normal 14 year old girl has an office. But I'm not a regular 14 year old girl.
And it's not just the fact that I have an office, and a job that make me different.
It's the job that I have that separates me from others. I havethe coolest, and probably most dangerous, job ever. I have the job of a spy.
Not the stealing-government-secrets kind of spy.
I won't be doing that for a few years.
I go undercover at schools and summer camps, where I'm completely under the radar, to recruit possible spies, who are usually also being recruited by enemy spies.
I'm the leader of a group of other spies my age, who assist me on my recruiting assignments. Speaking of assignments, I couldn't wait to see mine.
I grabbed the letter opener off my desk and slit oped the envelope.
Inside there was a small stack of papers. I pulled them out and took the top sheet and looked at it.
It was my assignment instructions.
Again, please, please, PLEASE let me in!!!!
In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man. His name... Merlin.
Posted at: 3:56 pm on September 4, 2012
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is it 2 late 2 join??
Name: Marnie
Age: 14
Favorite writing style: stories/plays and scripts
Excerpt of writing
"I'm never doing that again" Jaden gasped as he recovered from the long drop. I couldn't help but chuckle at his statement.
" It'll probably be easier than some of the other stuff you'll have to do and who know's you might just enjoy it," I fixed my seemingly randomly tied pieces of cloth around my arms and legs, "I remember the first time I had to jump off a building," I chuckeled darkly this time as i reminensced.
" Oh yeah what happened?" Jaden inquired holding out his harms so I could check for any broken bones. i felt for any strange bumps or lack of bone as i decided on how I would answer.
"It was a night kind of like to night, we were in a foreign country kind of like this one, and I did something kind of like that, that was the first time and this won't be the last," I looked up into his chocolate colored face and smile easily letting him know it was nothing special.
"Were you doing the same thing we are tonight," He asked as he rolled up his sleeve so I could examine his forearm. He was referring to the little "errand" we had to do.
"Sort of, but The Academy as you know it didn't exist yet," I'm whispering now immersed in memories that I look back on fondly and sadly at the same time.
"This was when you went to normal school right? When that other program was going on?," He murmers too as I start on his other arm.
"Yeah it never really had a name, for me it was just that thing I couldn't tell the other kids about," I pause for a moment and put a little bit more pressure on the area just below his wrists. I frown feeling a small fracture, barely a crack; he winces at the added pressure to the spot so I know more than my accurate yet not for sure science that there is a little crack there. I grab a nude colored synthetic material out of the black bag I had set on the ground and put some over the spot. The synthetic Skin merges over and begins healing immediately. He looks at me in relief.
" Was this before that party?" his voice low not wanting to offend me; he's heard rumors of course about my past life but he's new fresh off the anti-slavery movement we've been working on, he hasn't heard everything.
"Yeah it was back when I was new," I look out of the alley way to across the street where there are two people a boy and a girl, with the same dark hair they could be siilings, hunched over a computer but with their eyes trained on us, "Back when I had a best friend," the boy smirks at me now and I bite my lip as the wave of nausea rolls through as the effect starts; as they try to do it once again.
Name: Marnie
Age: 14
Favorite writing style: stories/plays and scripts
Excerpt of writing
"I'm never doing that again" Jaden gasped as he recovered from the long drop. I couldn't help but chuckle at his statement.
" It'll probably be easier than some of the other stuff you'll have to do and who know's you might just enjoy it," I fixed my seemingly randomly tied pieces of cloth around my arms and legs, "I remember the first time I had to jump off a building," I chuckeled darkly this time as i reminensced.
" Oh yeah what happened?" Jaden inquired holding out his harms so I could check for any broken bones. i felt for any strange bumps or lack of bone as i decided on how I would answer.
"It was a night kind of like to night, we were in a foreign country kind of like this one, and I did something kind of like that, that was the first time and this won't be the last," I looked up into his chocolate colored face and smile easily letting him know it was nothing special.
"Were you doing the same thing we are tonight," He asked as he rolled up his sleeve so I could examine his forearm. He was referring to the little "errand" we had to do.
"Sort of, but The Academy as you know it didn't exist yet," I'm whispering now immersed in memories that I look back on fondly and sadly at the same time.
"This was when you went to normal school right? When that other program was going on?," He murmers too as I start on his other arm.
"Yeah it never really had a name, for me it was just that thing I couldn't tell the other kids about," I pause for a moment and put a little bit more pressure on the area just below his wrists. I frown feeling a small fracture, barely a crack; he winces at the added pressure to the spot so I know more than my accurate yet not for sure science that there is a little crack there. I grab a nude colored synthetic material out of the black bag I had set on the ground and put some over the spot. The synthetic Skin merges over and begins healing immediately. He looks at me in relief.
" Was this before that party?" his voice low not wanting to offend me; he's heard rumors of course about my past life but he's new fresh off the anti-slavery movement we've been working on, he hasn't heard everything.
"Yeah it was back when I was new," I look out of the alley way to across the street where there are two people a boy and a girl, with the same dark hair they could be siilings, hunched over a computer but with their eyes trained on us, "Back when I had a best friend," the boy smirks at me now and I bite my lip as the wave of nausea rolls through as the effect starts; as they try to do it once again.
LUCIAN/MADRIGAL
POSEIDON/HADES
GRYFFINDOR
SHADOW HUNTER
ABNEGATION/CANDOR
ALPHA STREAM
WEREWOLF
Posted at: 3:35 am on September 15, 2012
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