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WWC 8 - ItamiAssassianThe woman scowled as she made her way past the crumbling sign, up the walk, up the stairs, into the building and down the hallway. Why should she have to come to pick that brat up from some drunken high-school stupor? Granted, she was married to his father but she did not at all care for the boy. And who did he think he was anyway? He should have known that if he got into trouble it would be her coming. He probably did it on purpose.
She paused to close a door behind her, expression softening. She supposed he did have some right to have fun while he had the chance, and after all he was only seventeen. It had not been all that long ago when she, herself was seventeen. It didn't seem like very long ago, really.
It was as she passed a drinking fountain that she began to go over the events leading to her marriage to the boy's father. She had been only twenty-five, after all, and he thirty-nine. Almost forty, almost too old for her to marry.
But she had, even though he didn't love her. All
Chapter 2 -- transparent-colorChapter 2
Sydney woke up to a light mist and damp leaves. Her head throbbed horribly. She tried to think about the night before but it was blurry and distant. Had it really happened? Am I really away? But now what am I going to do?
Sydney stood up and brushed the leaves off her dark brown cloak, making sure to get them all out of her hood before starting off. Sydney trotted away, turning her head every which way, so as to get a view on the early morning nature; she never realized just how beautiful autumn could be. The rich, luscious red, yellow, and orange leaves dancing carelessly in the air- stopping every now and then to admire their own beauty. Sydney stared in awe as a lost laugh was heard from in her head and she had to pull herself away from the memory, soon she couldnt resist and her memories began to flow through her brain, one by one but then over flowing.
My father became the farmer a few years ago- six to be exact. I was eight years old and I remember those
WWC 6 -- ThePrettySinThe night was alive with heat and life. The full moon cast down its unearthly glow, beacons of light among the branches of the forest below. In one such beam, a pixie flew, the light of the moon glancing off its wings like a secret dance.
Please, Ana, lets go back! Your papa will be very angry when he sees that you are gone! The pixie said anxiously, her wings fluttering so fast that a nervous whine emitted from them.
Belize, calm down. Papa wont find out. Remember, he thinks Im asleep! Ana exclaimed cheerfully, waving her hand at the pixie that continued to flicker around her.
But this could be dangerous! You could get hurt! Please, Ana, dont do this!
Wheres your sense of adventure? Nothing is going to happen, Elros promised. Were just g
WWC 6 -- HaisoIt wasn't new. The four of us camped out in the forest all the time. Christie and Allen started it. Siblings, they found the spot when they moved to Tezzville. Naturally bored with the small town, they found it while trying to find entertainment.
The spot was a deep pit in the middle of the forest. Even though no sun got to the pit, tulips grew on its side. The mist above the pit was so thick that Christie discovered it by complete accident.
Bored at home, Christie and Allen decided to wander around Tezzville. On city's edge, they found the forest. As theystared, Allen tapped Christie on the shoulder, "Tag." He took off, quickly fading with the dark forest.
They didn't look related. Allen had short, brown hair. Christie's was a long blonde. Allen was tall and built. If Tezzville High had enough kids for a team, Allen would have been on it. Christie was mid-heigh
WWC 6 - ItamiAssassianThe girl picked up the tattered flower, cupping it in her hands like something priceless. Her scratched fingers trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed and her heart-rate almost back to normal. "I'm sorry, did I run on you?" She whispered, lightly rubbing her thumb over the blue petals. "What an odd color..." Eyes of a similar hue to the flower searched the foliage in front of her, looking in vain for some sign that someone else had been there but her hopeful gaze soon dropped and she sighed. "I'm sorry, flower... It was stupid of me to think that you, like me had been anywhere but here."
The young woman laughed merrily as she jumped from rock to rock, toes barely touching one stone before she was off to another. She stumbled slightly, almost falling into the water before quickly jumping onto the riverbank, giggling as
WWC 5 -- lightwing5He breathed out slowly, his breath showing in the cold. He shivered, but it wasnt cause of the cold, he never wanted to come, yet he found himself dragged by his so-called friends. He kept walking, the gravel crunching under each step he took. He turned at every sound, his heart beat raising then slowly returning to normal every time.
He rubbed the spot on his head that his friend had hit him with a bat, he was amazed that the bat didnt crack open his head. Yet he wonder why there wasnt even a bump, just a sharp pain.
I Cant believe they left me here, He mumbled, the cold getting into his lungs. He breathed into his gloves, Going to kick th- HOLY SHIT! He felt something grab his foot and try to pull him down, but he quickly pulled away. He turned around to see what had grabbed him, b
WWC 5 -- ThePrettySinMud and rock flew in the air, catching the moonlight in an odd earthy glow.
Digging wont bring her back, you know. An ethereal being sat on a tombstone, watching with a David-esque pose as the dirt rained out of the hole she was sitting next to.
This is not about her, said a voice from within the muddy chasm, more earthy confetti showering the ground above.
Mmm, the being said, moving her head to the left to avoid a rock that flew towards her, Then what is this about?
The man grunted from the hole, digging his shovel deep into the ground, I cant think.
The womans eyes went wide, two deep blue pools of confusion, You cant think? Thats why you are doing this? That is why you are her
WWC 5 - ItamiAssassian"Bandits don't have graveyards." The king smiled that wild, almost childish smile of his, "We're buried where we hit the ground. It's a tradition."
"It's not fair..." Ruzu mumbled into Azurei's shoulder as she held him close and gently rocked the lord back and forth. "It's not..."
"I know." She whispered into his orange hair. "But it is what happened. He's--"
"No!" Ruzu looked up, wild battle-kissed eyes boring into her patient gaze. "Don't say it!" He almost screamed the words.
"Ruzuka." She said firmly, stroking his hair, "You have been raised as a bandit all of your life. You have seen a lot of people die, and I have heard you say const
WWC 5 -- disapperingvapourThe wind whistled through the graves, blowing into the faces of the group walking down the gap between the rows. The snow lying on the ground crunched under their feet as they looked for the recent grave of their friend.
We still dont know how you died, but The young man closest to the grave stopped, lost for words, and a girl next to him hugged him.
They stood in silence for a moment, just staring at the fresh gold lettering on the white marble, and the snow laying on top of it, glittering in the evening sunlight.
They were all wondering the same thing; what killed the once healthy and happy young man now lying under the snow and earth beneath their feet. Hed been found in this graveyard, amongst the older, crumbling graves, covered in blood and torn beyond recognition. No one could decide what had happened, and had allowed him to
Tips for Writing Writers 2
Step One: Coming Up With a Plot line
Ever wanted to write a story but have not known where to start? Or have you had to write one for class and been completely lost of words? Well than here is a few tips that might help you.
1. Think of one thing.
Just one simple thing. That thing could be a large final battle, it could be a dragon, or a clue to a murder, or even just a lamp glowing in an abandoned house. Whatever it is, once you have that one thing, you have to think of reasons why that one thing is so important. Maybe that lamp keeps the monsters of the house locked up for so long as it is on, maybe that dragon is stealing treasure from all the nearby kingdoms for the purpose of buying back her child, or maybe that clue is the murdered mans DNA that proves he never really died.
What ever that thing is, expand on it. Even if you just look around your house you might find it. Remove that "Oh, that's a stupid idea" mental block; in fact, blow up that bloc