I think someone has a massive crush on me.

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via Daily Prompt: Massive

Max

Aer

Still

Stares

Into me

Very

Eagerly

 

You’re probably thinking this is your classic teen drama. Guy likes girl, but girl doesn’t like him back (me being that girl). But it’s different- by a little bit, but that still counts.

For teenagers out there who know what I’m talking about, is your annoying follower trying every possible way to get your attention? I don’t know what you guys are dealing with, but Max Aer does something like this; he calls my name in the hallways (very embarrassing, I’ve never speed walked so fast in my life), he stands behind me on one side and taps my shoulder on the other side (so annoying, I turn around and he yells “you fell for it! Mwahaha!” Not even kidding), he’s always trying to talk to me in English (get lost already- no, I won’t be your partner for the project!), and he pats me on the head (who does that?).

As you can now see, very unprofessional way to get a girl’s attention. Argh, hope you fellow young ladies out there aren’t going through the same problem, Max Aer is driving me cray-cray, to the point that I don’t even care anymore.

Don’t even care. Nope, not at all, done with it (well, maybe the part where he pats my head, seriously who does that?). Absolutely, positively (maybe negatively) don’t even care anymore.

*facedesk*

Writing Tips 11

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Today’s Tip: Setting

Your setting is your world. Without your world, there would be no you. Without you, there would be no story. So basically, you need a setting. No novel can go without one- I challenge all of you to write a story without a setting and send it to me!

Who: Setting

What: the atmosphere and surroundings your story takes place in

When: throughout your story

Where: changes with specific events that occur

Why: to give the reader a clear image of where your story is taking place

How: Describe your setting. Usually, this is done through the main character’s senses. What’s the weather? The location? Surrounding scenery? Objects that catch the main character’s attention? The atmosphere, the temperature? How does the main character feel? The setting helps add details to your story, so if you ever run out of things to write….

Activity: Take note of your surroundings and notice the details that catch your eye whenever you change to a new setting. Record your observations and imply your data onto your main character. That way, you know which details to mention and which details are irrelevant.

Four Lives in a Video Game- Act 4 (last one!)

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Scene: Still in icy tundra scenery. Blizzard is still blowing fiercely.

ENTER ENAS

 

ENAS: Here? Again? There must be something wrong with the system.

 

ENTER QUATTRO, who jumps in.

 

QUATTRO (pointing lightsaber at Enas) : Haha! I got you now!

ENAS (raises hands in surrender): Whoa, whoa, who you pointing that at?

QUATTRO: I’ve waited so long for this moment. I sacrificed three lives, three! You have been such a pain in the a- *ahem*- my backside. I got shot, stabbed, sliced. Three times, Enas. And you know who did it? Tell me, who did it?

ENAS: Well that’s obvious. Me, duh.

QUATTRO (thrusts lightsaber closer): Exactly. I realize the only way to solve my problems is to kill you. Oh, and I received word that whoever wins the game gets a million dollars. Whatdya know, guess who’s gonna win.

ENAS (deep in thought): Ah, let’s see. Hm…well….I guess….I actually don’t know….

QUATTRO: Me, that’s who!

 

QUATTRO laughs hysterically. ENAS seizes his chance, draws his lightsaber, and slashes QUATTRO’S stomach. QUATTRO stops in mid laughter and topples sideways to the ground.

 

ENAS: Finally. “I hope I never see you again”.

 

ENAS turns to adjust his belt.

ENTER WOMAN.

 

WOMAN (gasps): Enas, I have found you!

 

ENAS screams, spins around, and slices WOMAN’S stomach. WOMAN falls to the ground. ENAS blinks in surprise, stares at WOMAN in confusion, shrugs, and walks away.

EXIT ENAS

Curtains close.

 

Writing Tips 10

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It may be just me, but sometimes I get stuck on the very first chapter of writing a novel/story and I just give up the whole idea, thinking “I’ll never be an author, never make something big, this is shit.” You get me?

Who: Beginnings

What: the hook that grabs your reader’s attention and makes them want to keep reading beyond the first page

When: at the beginning

Where: usually first page

Why: so readers will want to read more and your book can even become a bestseller

How: This is the hard part. You want to write something that instantly catches the reader’s attention. You can actually classify your readers; lifesavers- they read at least the first few chapters before deciding to put your book down, firsts- they only read the first chapter, and rush ones- judge you by the first sentence. That can be scary and sometimes discouraging. But not to fear! Every senpai has a secret. You just have to find it.

Activity (I got this idea from Gail Carson Levine): Pick out a few of your favorite books- if it’s a series, most preferably the first book- and read the first few sentences. Record them and, when you’re done with all the books, compare the beginnings and look for similarities. The result, my friends, is your secret recipe.

 

A few of mine:

Hunger Games: “When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.”

Wings of Fire: “A dragon was trying to hide in the storm.”

Harry Potter: “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.”

The Fire Within: “‘Well, here we are,’ Mrs. Pennykettle said, pausing by the door of the room she had for rent. She clasped her hands together and smiled. ‘Officially, it’s our dining room, but we always eat in the kitchen these days.’ The young man beside her nodded politely and patiently adjusted his shoulder bag. ‘Lovely. Erm, shall we take a look…?’”

Four Lives in a Video Game- Act 3

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Scene: An icy tundra. Glaciers loom in the distance and a blizzard is blowing fiercely. ENTER ENAS.

 

ENAS: Of all the Star Wars biomes they could spawn me into, they choose a frickin’ ice waste? Have you creators gone mad?

ENTER QUATTRO

 

QUATTRO (with red lightsaber): Halt!

ENAS: Who the heck are you?

QUATTRO (strikes mysterious/creepy smile): I…am Darth Vader!

ENAS: Wrong time period dude.

QUATTRO: I am Kylo Ren!

ENAS: Better. Where’s your mask?

QUATTRO: I am…. (dramatic effect)…. Exposed!

ENAS: Oh…good for you….You are so full of surprises.

QUATTRO: Wait a sec, aren’t you the same guy who shot me with a bullet and stabbed me with a musketeer sword?

ENAS (rolls eyes): No shit Sherlock.

QUATTRO: Bruh, you cost me two lives! Two! You know you only have four in all in this game?

ENAS: Well, yeah. (takes out lightsaber) Now show me what you got, Yoda.

QUATTRO: I thought I was Kylo Ren.

ENAS: Well you just turned short, green, and near bald. Deal with it.

 

QUATTRO and ENAS engage in combat with lightsabers. Another epic battle follows. ENAS is about to cut down QUATTRO when QUATTRO raises his hand.

 

QUATTRO: Wait!

ENAS (freezes): What?

QUATTRO: If you defeat me, you’ll have to turn into a girl.

ENAS: What in the name of-

QUATTRO: Did you not watch Rogue One? Rey defeats Kylo Ren.

ENAS: I don’t frickin’ care. (prepares to kill QUATTRO)

QUATTRO (raises hand again): Wait!

ENAS: What now?

QUATTRO (dramatic pause, then): LUKE I AM YOUR-

 

ENAS kills QUATTRO in one slash.

 

ENAS: Wrong time period dude. If that were true, I’d be your dad. (shudders) That’s scary.

 

EXIT ENAS.

ENTER STALKER WOMAN.

 

WOMAN (panting): Enas? Enas! Where are you? Oh stupid blizzard. What is wrong with the creators? Enas?

 

WOMAN almost trips over QUATTRO on the ground and accidentally kicks his balls in the process.

 

QUATTRO: Lady! What is wrong with you?

WOMAN: You lost again?!

QUATTRO: No, you see nothing. (goes back to being dead)

WOMAN: Ah, with one slice of his mighty saber, Enas has cut down his foe once more!

 

QUATTRO gets up to protest but lies back down again after a glare from WOMAN.

 

WOMAN: With every level, I love him more! The next level is the final one! I will find him! Enas, charming prince that appears in every old disney princess movie, wait for me!

EXIT WOMAN

ENTER CIVILIAN

CIVILIAN drags QUATTRO off stage. EXIT

Four Lives in a Video Game- Act 2

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Scene: Bustling streets of a medieval city. Horses are pulling wagons stacked high with barrels. Small stalls are lined on either side of the main street. Sellers are competing with prices and goods. People yell at each other and jostle each other to hurry to their next destination.

ENTER ENAS

ENAS: Ah. A medieval city, eh? At least it smells better than that bar.

 

At that moment, ENAS steps on a pile of horse manure. He lifts his foot in disgust.

 

ENAS: Well, then. Spoke too soon.

 

Suddenly raised voices are heard. ENTER QUATTRO and CIVILIAN. QUATTRO has a beautiful necklace in his hand.

 

CIVILIAN: Please sir! That’s not for sale!

QUATTRO: Oh shut up! Go beg your girlfriend for another one.

CIVILIAN: We broke up! That’s all I have left of her!

QUATTRO: So? Buy yourself a new one! Plenty of nice woman on the market.

CIVILIAN: I can’t. I’m cursed.

QUATTRO (waves hand): Oh, well then, bye Felicia.

CIVILIAN: No, I’m serious, I’m cursed! Whenever I meet my girlfriend’s dad, we break up the next day.

QUATTRO (sarcastically): Oh really? Well maybe it’s because the dad doesn’t like you very much, hm? Did that ever come to mind or did it slip past that walnut of yours?

CIVILIAN (suddenly realizes): Oh yeah! Why didn’t I think of that?

 

QUATTRO gets annoyed. He pulls out his musketeer sword and thrusts it at CIVILIAN. CIVILIAN stumbles to the ground.

 

CIVILIAN: What? Whatzit? Was it something I said?

QUATTRO: No it’s just you in general. Don’t take it personal, kid.

CIVILIAN: I’m older than you!

QUATTRO: Like I said, don’t take it personal.

 

QUATTRO prepares to stab CIVILIAN. ENAS pulls out his own musketeer sword and intervenes.

 

ENAS (strikes pose): En garde!

 

QUATTRO gives ENAS a confused look. ENAS jabs his sword forwards pointedly and gives QUATTRO eye signals.

 

QUATTRO (uncertainly strikes a failed pose): Ok….en garde?

QUATTRO (suddenly realizes): Hey wait a sec, you’re that dude who shot me in the chest back at the Western Level.

ENAS: Exactly, so this time I’ll stab you. The audience demands it.

 

ENAS makes little jabs with his sword and crab-walks closer. QUATTRO whacks ENAS’S sword away.

 

QUATTRO: Uh, no. This time, I’ll stab you. Then we’ll be even!

ENAS: Why would I let you do that?

QUATTRO (whiny voice): You killed me last time. It’s my turn now. I had to wait forever before another player showed up. Tell you what- I’ll stab you, then I’ll go to the next level, and you can wait for the same player to show up too!

 

QUATTRO jumps around in little circles in excitement.

 

ENAS (sighs): Fine.

QUATTRO: Yay!

 

QUATTRO raises sword to chop ENAS’S head. ENAS suddenly raises his sword at the last moment, parries the attack, and dodges to the side.

 

ENAS: Oooh, psyched! Hah loser!

 

ENAS and QUATTRO exchange blows. Epic sword battle follows- not really- ending in ENAS stabbing QUATTRO.

 

QUATTRO (clutches chest): Again?

ENAS (in deep voice): And another one.

QUATTRO: Shut up.

 

QUATTRO falls to the floor and dies. Second life lost. CIVILIAN comes to front of stage and faces audience.

 

CIVILIAN:  A round of applause to Enas!

 

ENAS bows to audience and throws imaginary roses to the crowd. He raises his hands for silence.

 

ENAS (does some charming winks): Ladies, ladies, please. It’s nothing.

 

EXIT ENAS and CIVILIAN.

ENTER STALKER WOMAN.

 

WOMAN: O, once again he has vanquished the evil!

 

QUATTRO (lying on the ground): Who, me? Evil?

 

WOMAN (kicks QUATTRO in the balls): Yes you. Now shut up, you’re supposed to be dead.

 

QUATTRO (on the ground clutching his balls): Second time, woman! Second time!

 

WOMAN raises her foot again threateningly. QUATTRO turns away.

 

QUATTRO: Ok, ok, I’m dying. See?

 

While QUATTRO lies on the ground in a dramatic death pose, WOMAN paces the stage.

 

WOMAN (dreamily): O Enas. You’re so brave. So cunning. So quick with your sword. (makes slashing motions with hands and sighs) No one holds my heart like you do. (sudden idea) I know! I’ll catch up to you. Then I’ll confess my true feelings for you and we’ll live happily ever after. It’s the perfect plan! O Enas, I’m coming!

EXIT WOMAN

ENTER CIVILIAN

 

QUATTRO: That woman is mad.

CIVILIAN: Shhh, you’re supposed to be dead.

 

CIVILIAN drags QUATTRO off stage. EXIT.

Weekly Art: Vi-Rex

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You should know you could do anything,

Even build an epic time machine,

That brings you back to the age of dinosaurs,

So you can find what you’re looking for.

 

It’s your program you are the world

You can change the book, change all the words.

But if you miss one little bend,

You should know the trouble, know what you can send.

 

Back in prehistoric times, everybody wants

When the screen goes blank and white,

Really, that’s no fun.

 

When the signs are flashing in bright red text,

The virus does what it does best.

Back in prehistoric times, everybody wants

To see the Vi- Rex.

Writing Tips 9

 

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Today’s Tip: Dialogue

If you’re a writer, you should know the basics of writing. One of these basics is that dialogue moves the plot along. Today’s topic is the talking.

Who: Dialogue

What: the words characters say in a story to move the plot along

When: anytime

Where: in between actions to keep the plot running smoothly

Why: so your story is not just a huge, tiring chunk of descriptions

How: Too much talking is just- well- too much. No talking at all hurts the reader’s eyes. A writer must insert the perfect amount of dialogue at the right time and the right place so the story flows and looks natural. You also have to use the right wording. Nobody uses big words unless the character is a genius. Dialogue also reveals something about the character’s nature. Some people speak in accents or slangs, others talk a lot at one time- and there are the people who just grunt and give one word answers. It’s really up to you.

Activity: Observe the way every person speaks around you for one day. Record your results- classify them if you want.

Drunk Men Want More (contains Mature content)

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via Daily Prompt: Slur

It was a special day for Miri Murphy, a day she had been looking forward to for the past week. She glanced at her watch- in fifteen minutes, she would turn eighteen. It was an important number, one that marked the gateway to adulthood and beyond. She could not afford to miss it or treat it like any other birthday party. Today would be special. Today, she’d celebrate her birthday alone.

At last, Miri turned the corner and was met by the foggy glass door of Slunny’s Bar. The familiar smell of spilled beer and puke hit her the moment she set foot inside but she didn’t mind- she was used to it, being a regular face around here. Miri dodged a drunken man reaching out to hug her and flying wine droplets and set herself on a stool (she had to stand on her toes to climb on) at the counter.

Miri gave Slunny Simms, the bartender, a grin larger than she’d usually given him as he came for her order, polishing a glass like all bartenders do.

“The usual,” Miri said between smiles.

Simms grinned at her. “You sound like a customer in a movie.”

“It’s my B-day!” Miri went on, ignoring Simms’ comment.

Simms tilted his head. “My, my, turning eighteen I see. You’re growing up.”

“Yep, in about-” She glanced at her watch “- ten minutes.”

“Not going for something stronger?” Simms teased as he poured her a glass of wine.

Miri paused to think for a moment. “No…not quite there yet….”

The bartender smirked. “That’s right, you’re eighteen. Afraid too much could get you into- let’s say- trouble?” He set her glass in front of her.

She drank it in small sips, giving Simms a look of surprise. “Really- no, of course not- I’m not…too young….”

Simms leaned in closer to her and winked. “You’re in a bar. It’s normal.”

Miri hesitated and turned in her seat to look around. Most of the tables were full of howling men of all ages- the only women were standing beside their boyfriends, looking drunk and staring at their dates with dreamy eyes. Miri turned back to her wine.

“It’s never going to happen, Slunny,” Miri murmured.

“Of course not.” Simms smiled. “No man could even come near you.” He retreated to his cabinets and started organizing the bottles.

Miri was halfway done with her drink when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She nearly jumped and stared up at the man- unkempt hair flying everywhere, greasy beard that hadn’t been washed for days (maybe weeks), breathe that smelled like puke.

Miri didn’t know what to say.

“Go on, Larry! Quit stallin’!”

Miri peered around Larry’s burly body to see a rowdy table of men, all dirty, disorganized, and smelling of sewers. They stared at her with eyes that sent tremors down her spine.

Larry opened his mouth, revealing a row of decaying teeth, and said something that sounded like “Comyunomimi.”

Miri turned away and looked around frantically for Simms for help; to her horror, he was leaning against the counter, watching in amusement. Miri gave him a wide stare- Simms waved his fingers and shrugged You’re on your own.

Larry was coming for a second try. He cleared his throat, stained hand still on Miri’s shoulder and said, in a slightly slurred voice, “You lookin’ like a fine  lady today. How old’er ye?”

Miri didn’t reply. Larry’s grip on her shoulder tightened.

“Stubborn lil’ girl. Alone are ye?”

Another question. Miri didn’t answer- her heart was beating too fast.

“Yer comin’ home with me, then.” Larry smiled and Miri’s vision was filled with a not quite full set of rotting teeth.

She tugged her shoulder away but Larry held fast.

“Let go! I’m not going anywhere with you!” She was fully aware of the table behind Larry laughing hysterically. Larry’s shoulders were shaking with drunk giggles too.

“Do it look like ye have a choice?”

Without warning, Miri was dragged off the stool, surrounded by a ragged group of Larry’s friends, and pushed out the back door into the alley. Simms watched the entire show, merrily cleaning a glass. Like all bartenders do. Miri put up a good fight- she was sure she had nailed someone between the legs, she had heard a howl even in his drunken state- but the men were bigger and there were a lot more of them than her.  

Miri screamed with all her might but they were too far deep into the alley for her to be heard. Moments later, she was gagged and clawing at any face she could see as they dragged her into the darkest parts of the city. Miri wasn’t sure how many corners they had turned before the drunk gang halted.

They yanked her to the ground- her arms were being held firmly above her head. Miri’s eyes widened in horror as Larry trotted forward, a nasty smile plastered on his dirty face.

Someone whipped off her jacket. Then Miri felt someone lift up her shirt- she kicked in retaliation and two other men immediately pounced on her ankles. Miri writhed desperately but in vain- her shirt soon joined her jacket. Then with a yank that sent a muffled gasp through her gag, her bra was unclipped and throne aside. She stared down in shock at her exposed breasts and felt goosebumps spread along her chest as her skin touched the cold air.

Another man shoved her on her back and Miri saw the blue line of the sky above the gray buildings in the alley. Her spine touched the damp ground and she shivered. Her hands were tied tightly together above her head, the old rope biting at her wrists. She felt her belt slide away from her jeans and several hands yanked at her pants. Miri shrieked and kicked furiously, anything that would slow them down until help arrived. A highly unlikely chance.

When her pants were no longer a problem, the gang, minus the two who were holding down her legs, stood up to admire their work. Miri felt with a sudden twinge that her panties were the only protection she had left. She closed her eyes, lay still, and whimpered in defeat.

They were on her like a pack of wolves. Her panties went flying and the two men holding her legs spread them wide, revealing her vulnerable clitoris. Tears streaked down Miri’s face as she waited for a birthday gift she would never forget.