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Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Jun 9, 2007 19:27:44 GMT -5
For this writing contest, there will be the beginning of a story given below. It's up to you to go on. Let's see how different everyone's will be.
This contest will close on June 17th.
House Points
First Place - 40 House Points Second Place - 20 House Points Third Place - 15 House Points Participation - 10 House Points
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She sighed as she realized that she used the last paper she had left. Looking up to the clock, she also realized that it was too late to go to the store to get more paper and she had to get down her latest idea. She had been working on this story for months and had finally broken the barrier of a very long writer's block. There had to be a way of writing it down, if it took her all night to figure it out.
Post by KATHARINA ETES on Jun 14, 2007 13:26:22 GMT -5
She bit her lip, and tapped the pen to her head as she sat at her desk with a candle lit luminously. "Come on....Come on.." She said to herself," Think, think, think!" She said. She had these ideas buzzing in her head like a hornet nest caught in a box, fighting to come out. She was begining to get desparate, trying not to forget. She then peered down at her arm and grinned. She pulled up her sleeve, and began to scribble down all her thoughts and ideas. She started at her shoulder and worked her way down, until she filled her arm. She then moved on to the next arm. She filled it as well.
She was now stuck with the problem of how to write down the rest. "Come on....Come on.." She said to herself," Think, think, think!" She said. She sighed feeling defeated, when she looked down at her leg. She grinned and started at her thigh and worked down to her feet, until it was full. She then moved on to the next leg and did the same. She smiled feeling accomplished.
She then same up with more great ideas. Now what would she do? Man....
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2007 13:17:37 GMT -5 by KATHARINA ETES
Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Jun 15, 2007 15:06:11 GMT -5
You can just write as much as you did to the beginning part of the story. But no one's adding on to yours -- It's all added to the first one, so we can see everyone's rendition of the same idea.
So far received...
Katrina Summers Kevin Entwhistle Hestia Burke Ron Weasley
She sighed as she realized that she used the last paper she had left. Looking up to the clock, she also realized that it was too late to go to the store to get more paper and she had to get down her latest idea. She had been working on this story for months and had finally broken the barrier of a very long writer's block. There had to be a way of writing it down, if it took her all night to figure it out. It was one of the hard things about life, when you want something you realize it takes a long time and you can't give up. Allison sat at the edge on the chair, taping the pen on her chin trying to think of how to finish the story she was writing. The cramped room she was in didn't have any computer or anything useful. She sighed again, then looked up at the ceiling, which was full on pictures she had taped when she first came here. It was filled with everything she loved to do, from when she was five and wanted to be Super Women and how it changed to being a writer.
Oh! Allison knew now. Quickly before she forgets her last idea, she bent down and started scribbling on the wooden table. There's always a way, and this time, she figured it out early to go watch her favorite movie before it's too late.
Post by hestiaburkeb on Jun 16, 2007 13:12:45 GMT -5
A/N I wasn’t sure if she was allowed to leave the room or not, so she sort of does, and sort of doesn't, lol.
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She sighed as she realized that she used the last paper she had left. Looking up to the clock, she also realized that it was too late to go to the store to get more paper and she had to get down her latest idea. She had been working on this story for months and had finally broken the barrier of a very long writer's block. There had to be a way of writing it down, if it took her all night to figure it out.
Erica looked around her room for something that she could use to write on. Living in a college dormitory gave her very few options, especially when the room itself often felt like a small and cluttered prison cell. She could feel the way that the ideas running through her head and her stomach fluttered nervously, though it could have been the cafeteria’s disastrous attempt at homemade lasagna instead of nerves. Standing up she paced the floor of her room, which meant that she was turning around every five seconds and had made herself dizzy after only a couple of minutes. Looking at the ceiling and then the cluttered mess she had made of the floor she groaned.
She was tempted to knock on every door on her floor and ask for paper, but she doubted that the idiots who had toilet papered the hall would actually have any. Waking up to find toilet paper all over her door and the hall had been an unpleasant experience and it reminded her of a song about how high school never ends. She hoped that the song was wrong, because she didn’t have the patience to put up with the adolescent pranks of grown men whose literacy skills were questionable at best. Do they even know what a book is? She wondered sitting down on the small bed. It was then that an idea struck… toilet paper!
She hesitantly opened the door to her room and grimaced at the sight of what looked like three rolls of toilet paper strung up on and around her room. Carefully removing it from the wall she slammed her door with a sense of satisfaction. If she had to deal with toilet papered doors they were getting a wake up call earlier than expected.
Smoothing out the toilet paper across her desk she then folded it carefully so that she could write on it without it ripping. It took a bit of practice but she eventually managed to write on a number of sheets without ripping a single one. With a sense of satisfaction she grinned as she got back to the dangerous love lives of Anna and Micheal who were on the run from a spy named Juan.
She sighed as she realized that she used the last paper she had left. Looking up to the clock, she also realized that it was too late to go to the store to get more paper and she had to get down her latest idea. She had been working on this story for months and had finally broken the barrier of a very long writer's block. There had to be a way of writing it down, if it took her all night to figure it out. Frustrated, she set down her pen. She got up from her chair and started pacing back and forth. Pacing always let her mind wander and fresh ideas usually came that way. Looking around briefly, she realized that the room was actually filled with paper. It was so simple. Book covers, backs of envelopes, instruction manuals, they're all made of paper. Elated, she sat back down and began rifling through her desk drawers. She ended up with more paper than she really would have needed to put her idea down. Satisfied, she began to write.
"I have my findings. I did not know what kind of changes I would find on the lungs. I took fragments of lungs and several other organs for a microscopic examination and when I got the results back, I drew a conclusion about cause and/or manner of Death." The medical examiner replied during the rigorous questioning. This case, to him, was very cut and dry. The Prosecutor, one Mike Lucas, was desperate to have the Defendant finally charged. He had been waiting more than four years for the United Kingdom to finally extradite the murderer who now sat in the courtroom. "So within the week or greater period of time, you recieved your microscopic results. Were you at that time able to draw a conclusion with regard to outer anatomic diagnoses?" He was on edge with anticipation, knowing that the conclusions of the Medical Examiner were the key to this case. "Yes, sir. I found airless portions of lung tissue. They sunk in the jar of Formalin. On the microscopic evidence, I found signs of bronchopneumonia. There was also trauma to the neck, chest and extremeties. On the neck there were multiple subcutaneous hemorrhages. a few of them were near the nerve Vagus and around the common carotid artery. I believe it to be a double mechanism. In my opinion, it's trauma, direct trauma and because they're multiple it's likely a compression of the neck."
[/center] Her pen wildly continued to fly over the new found paper. Her excitement building as ideas continued pouring into her head. She fully intended to spend the rest of the evening doing nothing but write, the ideas would be a pity to lose.
Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Jun 17, 2007 12:09:42 GMT -5
Congrats to everyone, right off the bat, 'cause they were all so unique!
First place goes to Hestia Burke (40 HP), second place goes to Ron Weasley (20 HP), third place goes to Kevin Entwhistle (15 HP) and 10 HP goes to Katrina Summers.
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