Weekly Writing Prompt - #1

Hi everyone!

I'm starting something new, a weekly writing prompt!:) Every week I will be posting a prompt I came up with, I already have a lot of ideas (which I need to write down before I forget!).:)

Here is the first one!

If this inspired you, I would love to know!:) Or if you write something based off of it, I'd love to see what you wrote!:D

-Emma-

P.S. AAWC starts today and I am so excited!XD

P.P.S. Also, AnonymousA is doing a writing camp over at her blog and I recommend you go check it out and sign up!:D



Creating Worlds Writing Camp - Challenge 3 - Part 2 (the final part.;))

Guten Tag!:)

I have the next part for the challenge ready! Check it out!:)

 

Myka woke up to the sounds of screams.

“Beatrice!” Myka shouted then realized where she was.

“Athari!” Myka hopped out of bed and raced downstairs. “Athari!!” Myka shrieked, becoming more worried.

The Slyght.

“ATHARI!” Myka ran out the door and gasped, raising her hands to cover her mouth.

A massive flying snake flew over the town, its tail smashing buildings down with just a flick. Its teeth were stained red with blood and its scales shimmered a mix of brown, green, and blue.

“Athari!” Myka cried, trying to spot her through the rush of people. The Slyght snatched a person from the ground and sent him flying and screaming.

“You are supposed to kill him!” Gracie appeared next to her with a sword and armor.

“I have no idea how!”

“This was your purpose! Don't tell me that it killed dad for nothing!”

“Wait, you're my sister?”

“Now is not the time! Take this,” Gracie shoved armor over her head but Myka pulled away.

“How do you expect me to get rid of this?” Myka yelled, waving at the Slyght. “I have no experience, no strength. I-”

“MOM!” Gracie raced away and Myka looked at where she was heading. Athari stumbled over to them, blood smeared on her face and dress.

“What happened?” Myka asked as she hurried to help.

“It got Hannah and all of the other cows and livestock!”

“It's okay, Myka is going to kill it!”

“I don't know how!”

“Take this and go for its weakness! It has to have one!” Gracie shoved the sword and the armor back at her and Myka was about to push it away when she felt hot breath puffing at her back.

“Run, Myka!” Athari screamed, but it was too late. The Slyght grabbed Myka in between its jaws and flew off.

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“You have no experience. You aren't what I had expected. You are just a tiny weakling.”

Spit coated Myka as the Slyght's forked tongue moved back and forth, pronouncing words all with his mouth shut. Myka grabbed the sword still in her hand and slashed at the Slyght's tongue. The mouth opened in pain and Myka tumbled out, bloody and spit covered.

She was in a canyon pressed up against the wall of it.

“Stupid human girl!” The Slyght lunged at her but she dodged to the left and fled down the canyon, the Slyght following by wriggling on its stomach. Myka tumbled through the underbrush until she reached a clear trail and she began to sprint down it. The canyon walls grew narrow until the canyon stopped at a dead end.

“You can not win. Give up now and die!” The Slyght squeezed into the narrow area and Myka noticed his mistake. His body bunched up at the sides and she saw how he was stuck. But his head was still too close for comfort and she realized that she was stuck just as much as he was. The Slyght wriggled in just a bit more and Myka pressed her self as far away as she could. She searched the wall for anything to help her, then she noticed some cracks, making perfect foot holds. She lunged up them awkwardly and dug her sword into a crack. She needed the upper hand. Myka got as far up as she could and twisted her body around so she faced the Slyght.

She wanted to say something heroic, but words escaped her and she grasped the sword and fell onto its back. From this angle, she could tell where its weakness was. It was really obvious now. Tucked beneath the Slyght's horns on its head, was a beating pulse. Myka stepped up to it and, bracing herself, plunged the sword into it.

“You did it, Myka, you did it!” Athari said once Myka woke up.

“How did I get here?” Myka asked, blinking and struggling to sit up, but she was so tired.

“We found you and took you here, but you were beyond exhausted, you haven't woken up since right now.”
“The Slyght is dead?” Myka questioned and Athari nodded her head.

“You did it, we are all safe because of you,” Athari brushed her hand up against Myka's cheek. “I love you. I'm so glad you're back.”

Before Myka drifted back to sleep, she held her mom's hand and whispered, “Me, too.”

 

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I hope you liked it!:D Now, to get back to writing my other story I am working on!;)

*clears throat*

You know, after I look at blogs for an hour or two.XD

-Emma-



Creating Worlds Writing Camp - Challenge 2

Hey everyone!

I am doing the next challenge for CWWC!

I am using all three of the prompts-

(I'm surprised! I think every post I've seen has used all three prompts for their story!:D)

 

So, this story is way longer than my last one, but I really do hope that it draws you in and makes you actually want to read it.

*clears throat*

If not, please read it anyways.XD LOL!

 

 

Lilah stared at her mother's unfinished painting. The brush strokes were so light yet placed with purpose. Lilah touched the canvas softly with a finger. The painting her mother had begun was of a coffee cup, but inside the coffee cup was the beginning of a tiny world, with a forest and birds flying. But it was unfinished, with only half a moon hovering over the forest and the forest itself had bald spots where trees should have been. Lilah had always loved coffee, even though her mom said it was bad for a fourteen year old to drink as much coffee as she did, and reading about other worlds and new places, so she felt as if the painting was somehow meant for her. As if her mother was going to paint it specifically for her before she died. But it wasn't finished, and her mom was gone. Lilah's vision turned blurry as tears fogged her eyes. She refused to look away from the painting though, and after a few moments, words began to form out of the trees and the birds she had stared at for so many days. Lilah paused.

Could her mother have tried to send her a message through this unfinished painting?

Lilah took a couple steps away and squinted her eyes, and the message began to unfold letter by letter.

Princess, my dear, hold your head high, if not, your crown will fall off.

Lilah smiled, 'Princess' was always her mom's pet name for her. She continued to read the message.

I love you, but I will be with you even when I am gone. I will be there in the memories, like when we went to the fair and rode on Glitter Bell. Let those memories be a message to you of my forever love that defies the bindings of this life. The love we have shared will not disappear when I leave, remember that I love you and Ben, and I always will. -Mom

Lilah gasped and put her head in her hands. Her mom really had made the painting for her. She knew she was going to die from the cancer. She reread the message over and over, then a new thought occurred to her.

Glitter Bell. Memories being messages. Fair.

She and her mother had always gone to the annual town fair and it had become a tradition that they had both adored. Her mom had always had deeper meanings in her words, it wouldn't be that far off to believe that this message was a clue to another message planted at the fair. Lilah hopped up and reread the message.

“It must be on Glitter Bell!” Lilah whispered, then nodded her head. The next message must be on her somewhere. It was her and her mom's favorite carousel horse, and her mom had even gotten her a Christmas ornament of a carousel horse that looked almost exactly like her.

A spark ignited in her as she read the message in the painting one last time. It was like she was still connected to her mom, to her best friend. She glanced down to her phone to check the time.

4:49 pm.

“Dang it!” Lilah muttered. The fair would be closing at 5:00. She had to hurry if she wanted to get there in enough time. She bolted out of her room and down the stairs. Her older brother, Ben, sat at the small wood dining table with papers strewn about.

“Ben! Drive me to the fair, would you?” Lilah cried as she threw on a coat over her dress. Ben's eyes grew wide.

“I thought you said you weren't going to the fair because it was too painful without mom. It was your thing,” Ben replied, standing up.

“I-I changed my mind. I need to go right now! Get your shoes on and grab a coat!” Lilah ordered as she slipped on her own shoes.

“It's too late. Didn't the fair end at 4:00?” Ben asked, looking at the clock mounted onto the wall above the pantry.

“No! It ends at 5:00, please, Ben. I need to go!” Lilah pleaded as she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.

“Why do you have to go right now? It's late. Let's just go tomorrow. The fair will still be there and I'll be off of work by 1:00,” Ben suggested and pulled away. Lilah shook her head, feeling tears bubble up to the surface. She shook them away, wondering why she was feeling this way.

“No. I need to go right now! I can't wait another night,” Lilah responded. She wouldn't have been able to sleep knowing that her mom had a message waiting for her. She had to feel like her mom was still with her.

“What's so important that we go right now?” Ben asked, staring at Lilah. “Are you okay?”

Lilah glanced at the clock.

4:56.

“I need to go! Don't drive me then!” Lilah shouted and raced out the door. She knew the way to the fair. She didn't need him to take her. She sprinted down the street, not daring to look back. Her wavy golden hair flew behind her as she zipped past and towards the fair. It was just down another street, then to the right and she would be there. She would have another message. She flew to the fair and stopped at the gates. A man in a striped shirt and slacks was letting the last stragglers out and locking up.

“Wait!” Lilah screeched breathlessly, as she tumbled to him. “I need to get in there!”

“Sorry, you'll have to come back tomorrow,” the man began to close the gates, but Lilah pushed through him and knocked him to the ground.

“Hey!” He shouted and struggled up, but Lilah was already on a memorized path to the carousel, her and her mother's favorite ride. She reached the carousel and hopped onto the platform, scanning it for Glitter Bell.

“There you are,” Lilah muttered as she reached the yellow horse. It had a saddle painted red and blue and Lilah hated to see paint peeling away on the horse's pale mane.

“We are closed! Get back here!” The man shouted as he hobbled closer to her. Lilah tore her gaze from him and focused on the horse. A message had to be here somewhere! She busily ran her fingers on the saddle and looked inside of the horse's mouth, but she didn't see anything.

“It has to be here!” Lilah cried, feeling frustration clench her heart. The man stepped onto the platform and grabbed her shoulder.

“You need to leave,” He commanded, but Lilah was too busy searching for a message.

“She had to have had more to say! I can't lose her completely! There needs to be more!” She gasped for breath and the man pulled her away.

“Lilah!”

Lilah spun around and saw Ben running up to her and the man.

“What are you doing?” He shouted and Lilah squeezed her eyes shut then glanced back to the still carousel horse. She spotted the pole running through its back and noticed how it was loose and practically coming out.

“Mom has to have left another message!” Lilah cried, yanking away from the man. She leaped to the platform and ripped the carousel horse out of the socket. It came out easily and Lilah tumbled to her back. She had to get away and search the horse more thoroughly.

“Lilah, what are you doing?” Ben yelled as she ran past them with the horse dragging behind her. She banged the gates behind her with a clash and pulled the horse into a nearby alleyway. She hoped that they wouldn't find her quickly. She laid the horse on her lap and gazed into its dim blue eyes. Lilah scanned it's face and took in every detail of its saddle and body. She stabbed her fingers into the hollow part of the pole, praying that there might be a slip of paper tucked inside.

There was nothing.

“No!” Lilah wailed, resting her head on the horse's muzzle. Realization crept into her mind and a tear slipped down her cheek as she remembered the note in the painting. She had jumped to conclusions. Her mom just wanted her to know that she loved her. Nothing more. Lilah couldn't bring her back. Nothing could, not even hidden notes. She would be gone. The message in the painting whispered itself again in her mind.

She had missed the point. The point was of her mom's love. Her mom wanted her to be okay.

But Lilah wasn't.

“Lilah! Are you okay?” Ben appeared and rushed to her. Lilah looked up into her brother's brown eyes.

“No,” She said, her voice hushed as tears slipped out of her eyes and her chin quivered. “But-" She paused, "but, I will be.”

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If you made it to the end- THANK YOU! LOL! I hope you liked the story!:)

-Emma-



Creating Worlds Writing Camp - Challenge 1

Soooo....Glazed needs to get posted, I know, I know.

*laughs nervously*

I've been busy though, so um, yeah. I haven't been able to draw any pictures for it yet, sorry.:(

BUT I am doing Loren's writing camp so here's my first challenge!:D

(Oh, and I am on Team Keepers! WE'RE GOING TO WIN! YEAAAAH!!!!XD)

 

 

Prompts I used-

 

 

I ducked through the streets, hoping that none of the Terrors saw me. I choked back tears, my world was so evil, so dark. I had no hope for a better time. I thought these things as I wove through an alley, then saw a Terror. They usually had tall scale covered bodies and murky gray-green eyes that looked like shifting fog over a swamp, but this Terror looked different. It didn't have the dark silver, almost black, scales but leathery blush colored skin, like how I imagined a dragon might have, and it had squinted yet sparkling green eyes. It drew me to it, although I tried to fight the feeling. The Terror was like a light and me as if I was a moth, walked toward it.

"You are like no Terror I have seen before," I whispered and the creature looked down at me, it's face glowing with a smile, something I never saw anymore.

"That's because I am no Terror, girl. Terrors are harsh, horrible creatures that make lives into nightmares for citizens. But I was the first 'so called Terror'. I am the original. And back then, when we were created, we made lives more peaceful for humans, more like wonderful dreams," the creature said and I frowned.

"So, what happened?" I asked as I looked at the cracked and dusty ground of my desert city.

"Hate, anger, greed, revenge. The Terrors as they are now called can't handle these things. They execute their revenge by turning their powers to be dark and cruel. But I have learned to not let the darkness penetrate me. I would rather be a light. For when you put light into a dark room, the darkness must be diminished. And that's how it will always be," the creature's smile turned sad. "So don't give up hope, girl. Love, bring joy, and you will have the power over evil."

I shook my head. "Evil is too powerful and there isn't any good in the world anymore. There is no peace."

"No. There will always be good in the world. You just have to find it," it continued. "I was brought here because you have lost your hope. MY hope is that you will take my words as the truth and find joy even in the darkest time. Now go, and spread the hope you have learned."

I looked away and felt my soul lighten. It was right. I had to be hopeful even when all seemed lost.

I turned back to the creature.

"Thank-" I began but trailed off. The dusty alleyway was empty except for a tiny pink flower growing out of a crack in the ground.

 

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I hope you liked the story!:) That's all I have for right now.

Well, gotta get back to drawing and writing!

(Or watching Star Wars XD)

-Emma-

Fantasy Literature Camp Project Three

Hi everyone.

This is the last project of camp! I'm so sad!:,,(

The project is what you look for in a protagonist. If anyone doesn't know what a protagonist is, it's the good character in the story and also usually the main character of the story too.:)

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What I look for....Hm....I look for unique characters that are relatable. I really enjoy reading about the quirky, curious characters that have relatable goals and fears and such.

In The Spy Catchers of Maple Hill, the protagonist was Hazel Kaplansky and her character was so unique and quirky, I loved her!

So, what I look for are unique characters that you don't read about in every story. I do love some more ordinary characters, but another thing that is super important for a character is for them to be fully developed.

For example, Sophie from Keeper of the Lost Cities is, to me, a pretty ordinary character, yet I LOVE her! She's was so fully developed and was relatable that she feels like a real person to me!

So, yeah, I look for uniqueness, easiness to relate to, and being fully developed!:)

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Gosh, I am so sad that all of the projects are done! I hope to make my own writing camp soon, because I had so much fun!:D I will probably do that whenever I have more followers!:)
-Emma-

Kathryn's Fantasy Literature Camp!

Hi everyone!

Kathryn is starting her long awaited summer writing camp!!! I am so excited and you can be expecting a lot of short little stories and such through the week!:)

I'm in Team Hobbit!:)

That's it for now! Bye-bye!

-Emma-