†hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 15:48:06 GMT -5
Yup. I'm in Power of the Pen this year. For the record POTP is a competitive writing...thing. Not sure how to put it.
Several members of the team are chosen to compete, based off of their writing at the meetings, how the participate at the meetings, ect. During the competition, the people are given three Writing Prompts. A writing prompt is the topic of the story (The question is why, what is the answer? The lights don't work. You are a novice inventor.) Those are some examples of prompts. We were given the Why one at the first meeting o_o
Anyway, you have 40 minutes for each prompt, to write your story. It has to be written in pen, and it must have a beginning, middle, and end.
And that's a summary of POTP.
Anyway, someone give me a prompt, and I'll time myself typing it. And I'll probably post it. Possibly
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Post by Lilac on Sept 21, 2013 16:28:05 GMT -5
You now live in the jungle.
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 16:47:24 GMT -5
You now live in the jungle. okay. Starting on that one....NOW
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Post by Ellιє on Sept 21, 2013 16:50:59 GMT -5
Unleash your creativity and continue writing off of this:
BOOM! The house trembled violently, knocking Collin off of his feet. Screams could be heard, coming from outside in the night. Massive balls of fire rise up into the sky, lighting everything a creepy reddish-orange color. Suddenly, there was a loud, frantic knocking at the front door.
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 17:16:48 GMT -5
You now live in the jungle. I woke to the sound of leaves rustling, not un-normal for me. Somewhere nearby, a river rushed, it's brisk currents crashing upon the shores. A snake slithered up a tree trunk, and a monkey leapt through the branches of a tree, somewhere up in the canopy. It's nice here, in the jungle, I have to admit. But I didn't always live here. My name is Zahara, and I'm a Clouded Leopard. My old home was destroyed, and my Tribe barely had time to flee with our lives. The Humans came to our home. They churned the soil with those big, loud lion-machines, and ripped trees straight out of the ground. They attempted to capture us. Very many of us were killed. Others were lost, caught by the Humans and put into captivity. How would you like it if I were to come to one of your Tribes, rip your homes from the ground, and put you on display?! Every day, more and more of the wild disappears. It falls victim to the Humans and their lion-machines. A quick trip back in time, back to my Tribe in what you humans call "Southeast Asia." It was a normal day. I was out with my two friends, Suki and Lynna. We were hunting for the Tribe Leader. The foothills were we lived were prey-rich, and a beautiful place to live. On a clear day, you could see straight to the nearest Human Tribe. But back to what I was saying. We had just split up, and were each hunting separately. I caught a Human-sent, but didn't think much of it. The wind was blowing from the direction of the Human Tribe. But then I heard it. The screech of a Clouded Leopard in pain. I followed the sound to a small glade of trees by the river. The area there was thick with fear-sent, the fear sent of Lynna. And equally as strong, the stench of Man. By now though, they were long gone. I have not seen here since that day. The foothills where we settled had once been forest, but Man had destroyed it. We didn't think that they would come back. How wrong we were. Over the next few Sunrises, Man came with the lion-machines. They churned the soil, and scared off the prey. They ripped up trees, and dirtied our river. Life grew tougher and tougher. Eventually, some of us began to leave the tribe. Suki was one of the first to leave, heading for another tribe up North. Then Zeno and Xena left for the tribe up the mountains from us. Shortly afterwords, a party consisting of Kumeri, Luka, Baw, Shire, and Mamity left. Only six of us were remaining with the tribe. Then, Bene, the Tribe Shaman was taken by Mankind. After that night the few of us remaining decided that it truly was no longer safe. We split apart, and I began my journey to this jungle. I now live here alone. I hunt for myself, and treat my own wounds. I live mostly in the trees, and try to keep off the ground. And whenever I see a Tribe of Men, I turn and go the other way. Mankind is cruel, and has no respect for the others living around them. I have no idea if my own family is still alive because of them. Because of their lion-machines. And because of their bloodthirsty, greedy nature. WOO! I DID IT!
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†hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 17:18:08 GMT -5
Ellie, starting on that one now. *is terrible at writing in third person* this should be interesting...
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 17:58:37 GMT -5
Unleash your creativity and continue writing off of this: BOOM! The house trembled violently, knocking Collin off of his feet. Screams could be heard, coming from outside in the night. Massive balls of fire rise up into the sky, lighting everything a creepy reddish-orange color. Suddenly, there was a loud, frantic knocking at the front door. Collin scrambled to his feet, just as the door burst open. His twin sister rushed in. "OH MY GOD! COLLIN!" She was almost sobbing. "Cali?!" Collin was shocked. "What's going on out there? Why are the people screaming? What's with the lights?" Cali was trembling, and out of breath. It was obvious she has run a long way. "It's the Solar People. They've declared war on the planet." "WAR! What for?" She shook her head. "We don't know. But if they keep up with this kind of firing, the planet's going to explode. It's been requested that anyone with formal training in piloting a Spacecraft to report to the Docking Station immediately. The Main Headquarters of the Fleet was hit, and a lot of personnel were killed. We have to evacuate the planet, and they're desperate for people." Collin had gone from shocked to stunned. "B-b-but. I can't pilot a Spacecraft! I literally just completed my training! They haven't even assigned me to a crew yet. And what are you doing here anyway?" His voice turned suspicious. "You were board the Chronos Warship, last I checked." Cali just shook her head, blue hair whipping around her face. "I'll explain everything later. You have to hurry though. There isn't much time left to get to the Docking Station." Collin was silent. This was something he had dreamed of for his entire life, piloting an entire Spacecraft. He had been in training for years, and had barely been able to contain his jealousy when Cali had been excepted on board the Chronos as an Engineer and Weapons Specialist only two months after her training had ended. The Chronos had then been sent with the rest of a small Warship fleet to help in the Okitavi War, between the Okitiavi people and the Kloreg people. They had been fighting over a deserted planet for a few years now. Meanwhile, he had just been sitting here at home, waiting for his chance to- BOOM! Another loud explosion brought Collin back to reality. His skills were needed. Quickly, he dashed out the door and ducked behind cover, before dashing down the street, heading for the Docking Station. At the Docking Station, everything was in chaos. Damaged ships, half burning, were being hastily repaired by flustered Engineers. One of them, by the look of it, was the Chronos, which would explain why Cali was suddenly home after a year on the battlefield. Broken ship pieces were scattered about, and orders rang through the air. "All ship pilots who have not yet been given an assignment, to me!" Collin turned and dashed in the direction of the voice. The man who had given the order turned to him as he ran up. "And who are you?" "Collin Storm sir. You may know my sister, Cali." "Cali..." the man muttered. "Yes, I think I met Cali once. Now boy, according to my records you have been trained as a pilot. Is that correct?" "Yes sir." "You will be Piloting the Explorer ship Sunbird. I want you to report directly to your post, and do a damage overview. It that clear?" "Yes sir!" Collin dashed off once again, heading for the Sunbird. Once he reached it, he could barely believe his eyes. A medium sized ship, with the typical Explorer design. And he would be the one flying her. After a quick systems check, Collin determined that none of Sunbirds main flight systems had been damaged. Some secondary systems were offline, but she would still fly fine without them. Quickly, more of the crew began to filter onto the ship to give the damage report of their post. While they were checking their systems, Collin was given his uniform and was told to go quickly change. A few minutes after he came back to his post, in his new uniform, the good new was announced. Sunbird was fit for spacetravel, and passengers could begin to board. GODDANGIT, RAN OUT OF TIME! Maybe I'll continue it some other time. This one was fun!
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Post by Etty Bo Betty on Sept 21, 2013 18:09:11 GMT -5
Zombie apocalypse
GO.
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Post by taul on Sept 21, 2013 18:10:40 GMT -5
you have no time to spare, the weeping angels have taken the TARDIS!
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Post by Hero!~ on Sept 21, 2013 18:30:02 GMT -5
Here's a thing we did in my honors English that helped a lot: You have a sentence starter - and you must use it as the first words or sentence in your story. You must choose a random word as well. You must have 2 characters, and 3 props that tie in with that words and in every 4 sentences, must use the word. Here it is: Sentence Starter - It had been a long time since... Word: Paradise
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 18:36:18 GMT -5
"ZENA! RUN! I'LL HOLD THEM OFF!" Zena hesitated, unsure. "B-but..." "Just go! Save yourself!" She turned and ran, tears streaming down her face. John Mclontic, one of her closest friends, was about to die. And she couldn't do anything to stop him. She covered her ears, wincing as the sound of John's shrieks echoed down the empty street, all while fighting the urge to turn back and help him. He told me to run. He told me to save myself. I must do this for him. I must survive.
She shook her head, trying to clear it from the thoughts that often plagued her. But it would be so much easier to just give in. To let them take me. They've taken so many other people. Why couldn't they have taken me?
Zena Rashmand had been living on the streets for almost two years now. A runaway of sorts. But then again, in a Zombie Apocalypse, everyone is a runaway, and everyone has the same goal: To survive, no matter what it takes. If it means killing another man, kill the other man. You come before anyone else now. That was the law of the survivors. It was a kill or be killed world now, and only the strong could survive. Any weak were picked off instantly, at the very beginning of it all. Give up. Give in. You don't have to be one of the strong. You can be weak. You can have relief from the running, from the deaths. You can have death. Give in.
Zena stopped in the middle of the street, stamping her foot. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and there was a certain look in her dark green eyes. Anger, fear, sorrow, and a touch of insanity. She was beginning to loose it. That was when one last, long shriek echoed down the street. Then all was silent. John was dead. A mixture of emotion crossed over her face. Rage, and pain. That was when it happened. Something inside her snapped. She had seen so many people she cared about fall prey to the zombies. But now John, her closest friend, a person she had known since she was four, was dead. And it was mostly her fault. If she hadn't wanted to go to that empty wearhouse to search for supplies, none of this would have happened. They had had enough supplies to last for at least a week. They could have gone without the trip. Without the trip... Without the trip to the wearhouse. It's all your fault. Without the trip. Your fault....your fault...your fault...
Zena stomped so hard she almost fell over, and screamed. Loudly. "NO! IT WASN'T MY FAULT! IT WAS NEVER MY FAULT!" She collapsed, as the last few shreds of sanity began to dissolve. As the zombies came, Zana didn't shout. She didn't cry. Now, in the face of death, she felt no fear. She just sat there. She sat there as the zombies began to swarm around her. She sat there as they closed in. And when the final blow was delt, she didn't make a sound. Only silence was heard, as the last human on the planet fell to the zombies.
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 18:37:14 GMT -5
Sorry it's not that good Etty. I didn't really know what to wright o_o
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†hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 18:38:37 GMT -5
Here's a thing we did in my honors English that helped a lot: You have a sentence starter - and you must use it as the first words or sentence in your story. You must choose a random word as well. You must have 2 characters, and 3 props that tie in with that words and in every 4 sentences, must use the word. Here it is: Sentence Starter - It had been a long time since... Word: Paradise o3o not exactly what we do in POTP or Advanced Language Arts, but I'll try. This may take awhile.
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Post by Ellιє on Sept 21, 2013 18:39:33 GMT -5
That was awesome Rowan! :D
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†hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ
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Post by †hε ĝø†hιc δƦαĝøπ on Sept 21, 2013 18:51:03 GMT -5
Thanks! :)
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