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I once heard a dog ate a bone, cat ate fish, and fish ate plant. Then a sailor calling out, "Oh! I got a big one!" Punctuation comes in many forms: a comma, a period, and more. No punctuation needed in some poetry, but grammar Nazis may disagree. Prompt: National punctuation day: used comma, period, exclamation, colon Line Count: 8 Word Count: 48 Activity: "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " |
I am sometimes fresh I am sometimes salty My home is in brackish water In the great delta I live in caves I live in the sand I eat what comes to me My eyesight is poor My other name is Violet Goby I have a popularity As a beginner fish level For my hardiness to adapt Prompt: I am a Town Line Count: 12 Word Count: 57 Activity: "I am a Town" "The One-Line Lyric Challenge" |
So far away from home On a faraway continent Morning glory clouds develop A sight to behold Planes ride the wave Rolls of fluffy white Early in the morning Ongoers look up in delight Note ▼ |
Van Gogh painted his Most famous painting yet At an asylum Where his mind wasn't right Starry Night developed In a swish of blues and yellows Hidden town beneath the sky And a tree offsetting the landscape Note ▼ |
Better off dancing In a happy mood Getting a good grade Worth a celebration Better off dancing Cleaning the car Through a car wash Vacuuming and dusting Better off dancing A crushing spirit To be lifted from sorrow Put on some music Better off dancing Going on vacation To see a long seen friend And journey back home Better off dancing Prompt: Song Better When I'm Dancing Word Count: 60 Line Count: 17 Activity: "Note: 48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt Deadl..." |
"Today we are going to talk about the two main characters in your story. Do you want to guess who they are Felicia?" Mrs. Cattail introduced the class. Felicia groaned as he just walked in through the door, but had read the chapter the night before. "Hero and the villain." Felicia sat down at a desk in the back. "You are correct. An A for you for knowing the answer. The hero is the main protagonist of the story. And the villain is the main antagonist of the story. For your first story you will incorporate both, a hero and a villain. The story needs to be written in the point of view of the hero. The hero is with good qualities with some bad qualities as a weakness. The hero needs a weakness. The villain is with bad qualities with some good qualities as a weakness. The villain needs a weakness. To make a story interesting there needs to be a conflict. It must have a beginning, middle, and end. I want your first story to focus on the hero and the villain. It can be fiction. Good luck. The bell will ring any second now." Mrs. Cattail wrote on the board and presented with the power point as she spoke. Then the bell rang. "Felicia come here." "Yes. Sorry I was late. It won't happen again. I see I made it in time for the lecture of the first chapter. Was there anything I missed?" Felicia looked down on the ground. "I want you to take this quiz real quick. It covers English and Grammar and some things we haven't covered yet in this class but will cover. It's just to see where you stand. Since school is over then you could do this real quick before getting on the bus to go home. Is there something bugging you? I see you have a black eye." "It's just that Lake and Blake stopped me on my way over to class and I blacked out from their punches. I just recovered from their attack." "I'm so sorry. Maybe you should go to the hospital?" "No, I don't want to go to the hospital. I'll be okay." "If you are sure about that. Bullying isn't tolerated." Felicia did the quiz and then thanked her for her time, promising to be on time next time. When Felicia got out she made her way over to the bus, which was still waiting for her. Glad the bus waited, she got onto the bus and walked through until she reached the back seat. Lake and Blake were there on the other side. Sighing, she sat down. Hopefully nothing would happen. She couldn't wait to get home. Bullying wasn't tolerated yet it happened to her frequently. Still, they were laughing. Up to something, she warned herself. "What do you want this time?" Felicia asked them. "Your backpack," Lake replied. "No." "Yes." This couldn't be happening. All of her homework was important to keep so she could do it when she got home. They laughed harder. This time pointing to her face. She looked away. They were making fun of how she looked. Soon it was their turn to get off the bus. Good. She didn't have to deal with them for the rest of the way. Still, she had no friends. She felt as blue as she looked blue. Just then, a girl her size came over. She smiled. The girl smiled back. The girl was in her classes as well, so homework was safe and sound. She had finally made a new friend. The bus stopped and it was her turn to get off. She waved goodbye and made her way out of the bus and into the house. Prompt: Heroes and Villains by Beach Boys Word Count: 625 Activity: "Heroes and Villains" "The One-Line Lyric Challenge" |
What looks to have faces on them Each seed with a different personality The bunch of walnuts just lay there Waiting to be eaten Hard on the outside, soft on the inside A beauty to look at for artistic purposes Wielding the power of protein secretly Zapping magic from the enemy Prompt: Picture of walnuts Line Count: 8 Word Count: 51 Activity: "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " |
Where's the coffee? I stayed up last night. So early to wake up. I want to go back to bed. Where's my purse? I need it to drive. Very important things in it. Must be found sooner or later. LinkTextHere ▼ |
"I melt away." What are you thinking? All sick and lonely. Are you feeling okay? "I melt away." Joyful that you are happy. Let's have an adventure. Trip to the zoo. "I melt away." A loss hurts me too. I know you are sad. Let's grieve together. "I melt away." I'm sorry to anger you. It wasn't intentional. Let's forgive one another. Prompt: I melt away. Line Count: 16 Word Count: 53 Activity: "Still Feeling You" |
Spiky, the spiked pearl dragon, ran until she ran out of breath. Looking around her, she noticed she had come across a stream that appeared to be out of touch from civilization. Coming to the edge, she lowered her neck to take a drink of water. A fish jumped out of the water and hit her in the nose. Startled, she moved backwards. There was a group of birds flying from tree to tree. Frogs jumped in and out of the water, catching insects. "Why can't I get a drink from this stream?" Spiky asked out loud. Then a bear came toward her with three cubs. A mama bear. Quickly, Spiky flew toward the trees. The bear came closer and closer with the cubs following. Then Spiky noticed one of the cubs was limping. Cautiously, she moved toward the cub, then swooped down and grabbed it. The cub had a bear trap on its hind leg. Working quickly, she dislodged the bear trap and gently dropped the cub to an enraged mama bear. Then she used her healing powers to heal the bear cub. Before the mama bear could strike she flew away to the trees, turning to watch the mama bear when she got there with the bear trap in her claw. The mama bear and the cubs crossed the stream. Once again, the mama bear headed in her direction. She didn't know what to do. The mama bear swiped at her and then turned around and headed off. That was it? So that swipe was a way to say thank you? She didn't know the language of the wild beasts here. The cub could swim, despite the pain. Good. She didn't have a chance to heal the cub fully. It still limped. Still, maybe now she could take a drink of water from the stream. By now she was awfully thirsty. Prompt: 9. Write about a secluded stream with lots of wildlife. Word Count: 313 Activity: "The North Remembers" |
Bruce ran freely through the trees on the ground. He was having fun in the woods with his human. Or so he thought. He turned around and sniffed the air. His human was nowhere to be found. Oh no! Just then a squirrel came across the path and looked at him. "Missing anyone?" The squirrel had an acorn in its front paws. "Yes, I'm missing my human. I don't smell or see her anywhere. How do I get back home? I can't be without her." Bruce, the German Shepard, cried out. "If I don't get eaten, I could try calling the attention of a falcon. Wait here. The falcon knows the way. I'm Acorn by the way. Pro at collecting acorns." "I'm Bruce." Bruce waited and waited for what seemed like forever. Then two crows and a falcon appeared, along with Acorn. Nighttime was falling quick and Bruce was hungry and thirsty. Never had he been separated from her before. "I know of a house nearby and seen a German Shepard looking like you run beside it all day. That must be your home by the forest here. You wish to go back home? I can take you there. This path will take you a ways away from your home but the road leads to the house. It's dangerous with the traffic," the falcon said. "Yes please. Tell me the best way to get there. Show me in fact." Bruce wagged his tail. "I'll do the shortcut." The falcon then flew off the path into the wild area. Bruce followed. Two hours later lights appeared. Then the full moon. Bruce recognized the smell and the house. At last, he was home! He thanked the falcon, never having to learn its name, and dashed home. There, his human was crying. One bark cheered her up though. Prompt: Bruce the German Shepard gets separated from his human one day. He has to learn from his forest friends to get back home. Word Count: 300 Activity: The North Remembers "The North Remembers" |
Silver pulled it out. A magic wand. Now he could do anything. First of all, he wanted to freeze time. With a swish of the wand the clock stopped ticking. Good. Now, he had to clean his room and do his laundry. With another swish of the wand, the room and laundry suddenly was done as if it had been in the washer and dryer and vacuumed and everything. Good. Then he needed to unfreeze the time. Another swish of the wand the clock started ticking again. Now he could play with his friends. But magic was a forbidden thing in this land. He would have to hide the magic wand. And not use it on his tests. That was going to be a hard one to do. "Bye, mom. I'm ready to go play with my friends. My room and laundry is all done," Silver called out. "Let me check out your room and laundry first. I didn't hear the washer and dryer going mister," Ruby responded. She came into the bedroom. "Oh my, did you use- magic- by any chance?" "No mom. I made sure it was done this morning before school. You were fast asleep you didn't hear the washer and dryer running." "Okay, I believe you. I'm so proud of you. Next time I'll wake up early in the morning and check it out. If you are using magic you'll be grounded, you hear?" "Yes, mom. But I believe magic can be a good thing. Only the doctors and wizards are allowed to use it. I intend to become a wizard one day. And to convince this country to allow magic. Have it be not forbidden." "Dream on. You had that dream since you were a little boy. You're older now, you should go for something more realistic." Prompt: Fantasy and Fairy Tale Prompts #1 Word Count: 302 Activity: The North Remembers "The North Remembers" |
Poetry or Story Short or long Often short Good enough Few mistakes Easy to fix Tense beware Doesn't jar the reader Forms to follow Syllables to count Rhymes to match Poetry is simple Follow a prompt Or do dragons Live with conflict Satisfactory ending Prompt: Tribute to my writing Line Count: 16 Word Count: 44 Activity: "Westeros" |
"Hey, watch it Ketchup!" a voice threatened me as I moved to my left. It was dark and cold and I wanted someplace light and warm. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you Mr-" I apologized. "Guacamole is my name. Are you cold in here? Because I sure am," Guacamole complained. "Yes. That's why I moved in the first place. Maybe this direction would warm me up then," I said. "Don't even think about it. I'm Ranch by the way. Hidden Valley Ranch," another voice came up, this time to my right. "I'm surrounded. When will I ever get out? Dark and cold. I hate it," I complained. Just then the door opened and a hand reached over and grabbed me. I felt warm and I moved out into the light. The light was so blinding, yet I didn't close my eyes. Then I felt myself exit the bottle onto something hot- as hot as ever. It became dark again. I felt like I was going to melt. "Be prepared to be eaten," the hot surface said. "I'm a hamburger. Though cheese on me makes me a cheeseburger." Prompt: POV of nonliving things story Word Count: 189 Activity: "Westeros" |