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Post by Catherine on Sept 22, 2012 11:54:05 GMT -6
Yes. Sorry for the confusion, heh.
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Post by beckie on Sept 22, 2012 13:48:40 GMT -6
Hehe no problem The heavy sky loomed threateningly overhead. Today was the day that everything would be different. Kaitlyn, a fifteen year old girl, would find her future and have to make a option that would affect her life for forever. You see, Kaitlyn is the lost heir of Atlantia. A imaginary land where the deep blue meets the sun.
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Post by Sallie on Oct 3, 2012 16:15:14 GMT -6
The dismal sky loomed threateningly overhead. Today was the day that everything would be undone. Kaitlyn, a fifteen year old girl, would find her fate and have to make a descision that would affect her life from now on. You see, Kaitlyn is the lost heir of Atlantia. A fantastical land where the water meets the sun.
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Post by Jessie on Dec 19, 2012 10:36:38 GMT -6
The dreary sky loomed threateningly overhead. Today was the day that everything would alter from what it was before. Kaitlyn, a fifteen year old girl, would find her future and have to make a decision that would affect her life forever. You see, Kaitlyn is the lost heir of Atlantia. A mystical land where the water meets the sun.
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Post by Catherine on Mar 22, 2013 17:47:30 GMT -6
Way too long since I've put a new exercise here...
Take a character from one of your books. Have him/her come across a man holding a little girl at gunpoint-how do they react?
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Post by Sallie on Apr 2, 2013 11:36:00 GMT -6
"It'll just take a minute," Danny said.
He stepped into the room, and froze. Carl was standing by the heavily curtained window. He had a gun in his hand, which was pointed at the head of a little girl. He was smiling.
"Daniel," he said, "Nice to see you. Close the door."
Danny didn't move.
"Close the door!" Carl said in a fierce whisper, "And don't make a sound, or the kid is dead."
Without a sound, Danny reached out and pulled the door shut.
"Come over here," Carl said.
Slowly, Danny approached him.
"What are you doing, Vanson?" he asked.
"Warning you," Carl said, "I know what you and that Paskili are up to, and it's in your best interest, and everyone's, to stop."
"You mean trying to prove a friend's innocence?" Danny said, "No, it's not a mistake."
"You're an idiot," Carl snapped, "You should know by now not to mess with me."
"You gave me your warning," Danny said, "Now let me and the little girl go."
"You can go," Carl said ,"The girl's coming with me. Come on, Lexie."
He put the gun away, took the girl's hand, and disappeared through the window.
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Post by Catherine on Apr 22, 2013 9:08:23 GMT -6
^love that. This time I'm just giving a writing prompt. Come up with a paragraph or two (or ten if you must ) based on this; The last stitch slipped into place, her work was done here, time to move on.
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Post by Alaia Wyoming on Apr 22, 2013 18:21:03 GMT -6
"Ouch!" Claire yelped as she pricked her finger - again. Ugh. Sewing was so hard. She had never had to sew, or had any inclination to sew, back home. Her friends would laugh at her if they saw her now. She sucked her finger and moved on to the next stitch, brooding over the changes in her life. Every day was dreary and boring ever since her parents had sent her here for the summer to work at their old friend's restaurant they had just started. And to make things worse, her parents had disabled texting and internet on her phone so that she couldn't contact her friends. Ouch - another prick.
I hope I get bloodstains all over this fabric, she thought sullenly as she continued hemming one of the tablecloths that would be used for a wedding dinner later that week. Sadly, the fabric was already red, so any bloodstains wouldn't show that much. Although of course, she admitted, that was really a good thing. But she frowned when she noticed a bloodstain on her comforter - she was sewing on her bed.
FINALLY! The last stitch slipped into place! Her work was finally done here. She quickly finished up by knotting the thread in place, and flopped back on her bed with a sigh of relief.
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Post by Catherine on Apr 22, 2013 18:23:01 GMT -6
Me likes!
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Post by Felicity Michaela Flourish on Apr 24, 2013 7:24:48 GMT -6
It was her first attempt. If she performed it well, she'd pass her test and make her family proud at last. Sylvia took a deep breath, picked up her tools, and walked over to the room where her patient waited. The doctor nodded at her to begin. The gash was on the boy's left knee, and a rather deep one at that. Sylvia carefully cleaned the cut and tried to help the boy relax. "Deep breaths...you'll do fine..." She soothed. She prepared the needle and slid it in to the skin for a moment, and pulled it out. "There, it wasn't that bad was it?" She smiled. The boy was only slightly tense now. She took out the thread and needle and began to connect the skin together, very cautiously. Finally, the last stitch slipped into place...she had done it. She could advance and become a nurse, just like her parents always wanted. Sylvia beamed as she walked out the room and the doctor congratulated her. She had done it.
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Post by Catherine on Apr 24, 2013 9:23:38 GMT -6
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Post by Catherine on Oct 3, 2013 19:41:57 GMT -6
Let's see if I can revive this thread! Weekly writing prompts maybe? We'll give it a try. Since I"m in a poetry mood, let's go with.. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I took the one less traveled by." Write about a single choice making a huge difference.
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Post by Catherine on Jan 13, 2014 22:31:11 GMT -6
So, I'm taking the above prompt and I'm going to write a paragraph. Then I"ll leave it with a cliffhanger and another prompt. NExt person must continue the story and leave a prompt for the next person. Let's see how this goes!
She looked at the two papers on the table. One was her dream. The other was practical. It seemed too cliche in her mind to have to pick just one. Life is full of cliches, she thought to herself with a sigh. Her focus traveled to the window. A single bird was sitting on the tree branch outside. A reminder of the freedom she had gained at last. Her choice was made. She would be an artist. After all, if life was to be full of cliches she should make a cliche choice. Follow her dream. She turned and picked the paper up. A hand settled on her shoulder. She-
(Now someone else pick it up! Take it somewhere new, keep the same line, I don't really care-I just want it to keep going. The next prompt is this "Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!" )
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