Writing challenge

[[deleted user]]

I would love a challenge :) :)

[Travis]

Challenge, please TMEB. :)

[[deleted user]]

Crosby: (view spoiler)[ Write a poem about a man who is blind


Deadline: February 21st (hide spoiler)]

[[deleted user]]

Travis:(view spoiler)[ Write a short story about a family vacation

Deadline: February 24th (hide spoiler)]

[Travis]

I'm on the case!

[[deleted user]]

On it!

[[deleted user]]

On it!

[Travis]

TMEB wrote: "Travis: Write a short story about a family vacation

Deadline: February 24th"

Challenge completed and in my folder. It was a fun one to write. I brought back some characters from some of my previous writing. Thanks TMEB :)

[Travis]

Ultimate Writing Challenge, please.

[[deleted user]]

My challenge is complete and in my folder! It was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy it!

[[deleted user]]

Also, could I get another challenge by any chance? :)

[[deleted user]]

Travis : You asked for it (view spoiler)[ Write a short story at least 4,000 words long. It must meet the following criteria


Have a character who is deaf

Include the city of Boston in some way

Have this sentence somewhere in it...

I felt that if I could only reach higher, I could touch the stars

Include these words, each at least 5 times

Foreboding
Jump
Sweater
Nine

Have a character named Silvester

and...

Have plot twist I will never see coming...


There you have Travis have fun, you have a month

Deadline: March 19th (hide spoiler)]

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Crosby: (view spoiler)[ Write the first page or so of a novel that has this cover...




Deadline: February 28th (hide spoiler)]

[em_panada]

(*snickers* I know that reference...)

[Travis]

TMEB wrote: "Travis : You asked for it Write a short story at least 4,000 words long. It must meet the following criteria..."

Well, this will be exciting - I know very little about Boston, but I'm sure I can do this, already have some ideas. So, I'm on the case!

[[deleted user]]

Emmeline said "(*snickers* I know that reference...)"

Oh my goodness! Me too! I'm so excited for this challenge!!

[[deleted user]]

TMEB said "Crosby: [ Write the first page or so of a novel that has this cover..."

What is the maximum amount of pages? I don't want to make it too long...

[[deleted user]]

I just want the beginning of a novel so however long you want it to be a 5-10 paragraphs I'd say

[em_panada]

Tessa, since you've been so kind to put up a thousand writing challenges for us every time we come begging, I've come up with a challenge for you. You don't have to do it, but I thought you might be able to pull off something interesting.

(view spoiler)[

Write at least two pages based off of this cover:



Deadline: March 10th (hide spoiler)]

I'll take another challenge too if you want. :)

[[deleted user]]

I'm in


Em: (view spoiler)[ Do the same challenge you made for me. It will be fun to see how we each interpret the cover...

Same Deadline (hide spoiler)]

[em_panada]

*smirks*

Knew you would do that. That's why I did a cover I liked too.

I'm ridiculously evil.

[[deleted user]]

Oh no, someone else knows how extremely lazy I am!!!!!!!!!

[em_panada]

XD

[[deleted user]]

Eммelιɴe wrote: "Tessa, since you've been so kind to put up a thousand writing challenges for us every time we come begging, I've come up with a challenge for you. You don't have to do it, but I thought you might b..."

A small teaser for the short story I am going to write for Em's challenge...

You always told me to be myself, to never give in to the stereotypes, the lies. Everyone always told me what to do, who to be, but you never did. You were my lifeline, the one point holding me, keeping me from falling off the cliff. Keeping me from becoming the person everyone else saw me as. And now, you're gone.

[em_panada]

Okay, I have a feeling our stories are going to be complete opposites, but this will be fun!

[[deleted user]]

Yup

[[deleted user]]

Mine is going to be pretty sad, I think?

[em_panada]

I'm done! Wooohooo!

[[deleted user]]

Ohh is it posted? I'm gonna go read it if it is. Mine should be up sometime tonight.

[[deleted user]]

So this is my response to Em's challenge. I also recommend reading her reponse, which is in her folder

This is also in my Stories I may or maynot continue folder


(view spoiler)[ Arimeda


You always told me to be myself, to never give in to the stereotypes, the lies. Everyone always told me what to do, who to be, but you never did. You were my lifeline, the one point holding me, keeping me from falling off the cliff. Keeping me from becoming the person everyone else saw me as. And now, you're gone.

It feels strange talking to a slab of stone, like somehow this barren rock is you. When they found you, there was nothing left. Just a few bits and pieces. Your family buried an empty coffin. They miss you. Your little sister cried when they lowered the casket into the ground, she kicked and screamed. Your ma cried too, but not as loud. Your dad just stood there, he was always a hard man. Of course I didn't cry, you always told me that no one was worth my tears, even if it was you.

So here I am, talking to a piece of rock like it has replaced my best friend. I probably look silly, but I don't care. You taught me to not care what I looked like, to not care what other people thought of me.

Do you remember when we first met. I was twelve, and you were eleven. It was my first day at school, and nobody would talk to me. The other kids all moved their desks away from mine, everyone whispered, except you. You sat down right next to me, looked me in the eye, and told me we were going to be best friends. I didn't believe you, but it looks like you were right, you always were. It's been six years since we met. I'm almost eighteen, and you would've been seventeen last week.

I feel so alone, without you who am I? You always told me to be my own person, to define myself. You would probably laugh at me right now, you would find it funny how alone I feel. You would tell me that I was being silly, that it didn't matter if you were there or not, that I was still me. I would give anything to hear you laugh.

It's late, my ma'll probably be waiting up for me. She knows where I am, but that will probably just make her worry more. I wish she wouldn't, she has some much to worry about as it is, she doesn't need to have my late night trips to the cemetery to worry about as well.

I'm rambling again, you always hated it when I rambled. If you were here you would tell me to sit up straight, look you in the eye, and say exactly what I came here to say. The only problem is, I'm not quite sure what I came here to say. It's been three months Meda, three long months since you died, three long months since they buried that empty casket, under this slab of stone. Three months since I lost my best friend.

I guess part of me is here to say sorry. I should have protected you Meda. I should have run in front of that Train, and taken the hit for you. You were young, you had so much potential. Me, the only thing holding me to this world was you. I know your family blames me for your death too. They never liked me, hated it when you talked to me. Did you know that I wasn't allowed to come to your funeral, I had to sneak in and hide up in an oak tree. But I had to come, I had to see it for myself. I still come.

I remember when your family first met me. I was giving you a ride home on my bike. You were riding on my handle bars, I was swerving all over the road and you were laughing. I stopped at the corner where I always dropped you off, and there was your dad. What happened after that was blur, you were crying, I was on the ground, you're mom was screaming at your dad to stop. All your neighbors stood at their windows watching. I left as soon as I could. The next day, you sat down next to me at school like you did everyday. You didn't even bring t up. When I finally asked you why you were still friends with me, you said that it didn't matter what your family thought, you wanted to be my friend and that was that. We never spoke of it again.

I always wondered why you were so nice to me. You could have shied away, like everyone else did. Yet, you didn't. You saw so much in me Meda. Everyone else just saw a good for nothing little kid. You saw the real me. Everyone hated me, but you acted as if, as if what I looked like didn't even matter. You made me feel special. All of my life I had been prosecuted, by people who didn't even know me, just for what I looked like. When you hear that you're inferior, a monster, stupid, dumb, and all the other names they used to call me, enough times you begin to believe it. But you set me straight. You said that it didn't matter that I was black and you were white. You taught me that what's on the outside doesn't matter, it's whats on the inside that counts.

How am I supposed to live with myself now Meda. You were my only friend, the only one who saw me for me. The only one who cared enough to get to know me before you judged me. Without you I have no one.

I brought you something. Red roses, you're favorite. I remember after a show, I would always wait out back, because Negroes weren't allowed inside the theater, and you would come out the stage door in full costume and make up. I would give you the roses, and you would smile and say I was being sweet. I loved to see you smile. I would've loved it even more to see you dance. You always looked beautiful in your costumes, and I could imagine you spinning around and around. Rain or shine I always waited by that door for you, and you always came.

I miss you Meda. I guess that's what I really came here to say. I miss the bike rides, the dancing in the rain. I miss you're smile, the way your face would get all scrunched up when you were angry. I miss the way your face would light up when you danced. It made you so happy. I hope there's a lot of dancing in heaven.

It's been hard without you. Being the only black kid in an all white school is as it is hard. There are whispers and pointed looks, and bullies. But, you always taught me to stand up for myself. That no matter what they believed there was nothing that made me different from them, other than the color of my skin. Well, I finally did it Meda, I got accepted to Medical school. I proved them all wrong, and I couldn't have done it without you.

I love you Arimeda, I always have, and I always will.


Not as developed as I would like it to be, and the transitions need some work, but I'm proud of it (hide spoiler)]

[em_panada]

Aw!!! That's super sweet! Your interpretation is unique, it definitely isn't something I would've come up with.

[[deleted user]]

Do you mind telling me what you think it was about. I want to see if I was able to convey my message. Don't worry I won't blame you if it's not what I pictured.

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Eммelιɴe wrote: "Aw!!! That's super sweet! Your interpretation is unique, it definitely isn't something I would've come up with."

I guess the picture just made me kind of sad. Then I wanted to do the weird 2nd person POV, because I've never really done it. It all just sort of evolved from there.

[[deleted user]]

Hey Em, do you mind telling me how to pronounce Arimeda, I am confusing myself trying to.

[em_panada]

Under spoiler:

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TMEB wrote: "Hey Em, do you mind telling me how to pronounce Arimeda, I am confusing myself trying to."

Originally it was pronounced: Air-uh-MA-da

Mostly because 'Arimada' looked weird and clumpy and the 'e' made it seem more elegant (kind of like Emmeline, it's pronounced EMMA-LINE vs. EMMY-LINE)

Now, I find myself pronouncing it 'Air-uh-MED-Ah' for some reason. XD

TMEB wrote: "I guess the picture just made me kind of sad. Then I wanted to do ..."

I totally understand where you're coming from. The cover was meant to be dark. I know my version didn't seem dark, but if I were to progress it would've reached the point. Originally, Arimeda was supposed to be a play Una wanted to preform in, but I decided to go against it and make it into a theater. If I were to continue, Una would be attending a dance school that only allows selected people to preform. She'd eventually be caught up in a world full of intrigue where dancing is more dangerous than she thought.

TMEB wrote: "Do you mind telling me what you think it was about. I want to see if I was able to convey my message. Don't worry I won't blame you if it's not what I pictured."

It was about a girl who was misunderstood and rejected because of racism and her only friend was a girl who died in a train accident. The main character believes it was all her fault and her friend's parents (who already hate her) hold her responsible.<\spoiler> (hide spoiler)]

[[deleted user]]

Close, this is a story about a black boy in the early 1900s. He lives with his mom in a predominately white community. They moved there six years ago and he became the only black kid in his class. He was constantly segregated and the girl, Arimeda became his only freind. While there was nothing romantic going on between them, her parents and pretty much everyone else disapproved of their relationship. When she died he felt like his whole world was coming apart, but he got it together in the end. This is him talking to her grave.


The MED-ah, may be my fault. Afterall, I did call her Meda alot.

[[deleted user]]

I would like a challenge. Someone want to make me one?

[em_panada]

TMEB wrote: "Close, this is a story about a black boy in the early 1900s. He lives with his mom in a predominately white community. They moved there six years ago and he became the only black kid in his class. ..."


Haha!! That would explain why her dad attempted to beat him up. I was all like: 'why would he injure a girl?'

*head desk* I can't believe I didn't make the connections.

[em_panada]

TMEB wrote: "I would like a challenge. Someone want to make me one?"

You asked for it!

T: (view spoiler)[ Re-write a classic fairy tale of your choice with a unique spin on the tale... (i.e maybe Snow-White was a boy or the Little Mermaid survived and lived happily ever after)

Format: Poem, script, or story as long as you convey your point

Length: As long as it takes you to tell the tale

The requirements: Don't stress, have fun, let your imagination run free!

Deadline: March 10th (hide spoiler)]

[[deleted user]]

Okay I'm on it.

[[deleted user]]

Eммelιɴe wrote: "TMEB wrote: "Close, this is a story about a black boy in the early 1900s. He lives with his mom in a predominately white community. They moved there six years ago and he became the only black kid i..."

It's okay, I forgive you

[Michelle]

I would like a challenge please.

[Rhys]

*walks up with puppy dog pouty face*

Challenge? Please?

Haha

[[deleted user]]

Michelle: (view spoiler)[ Write a poem or short story inspired by this song...

Photograph by Nickelback


Official Video

With Lyrics


Deadline March 4th (hide spoiler)]

[[deleted user]]

Rhy: (view spoiler)[Write a poem or short story inspired by this song...

Photograph by Nickelback


Official Video

With Lyrics


Deadline March 4th (hide spoiler)]

[[deleted user]]

P.s. I gave you the same challenge so it will be interesting to see the difference between your entries.

[[deleted user]]

Eммelιɴe wrote: "TMEB wrote: "I would like a challenge. Someone want to make me one?"

You asked for it!

T: Re-write a classic fairy tale of your choice with a unique spin on the tale... (i.e maybe Snow-White was..."


I thought I'd let you know that I chose to rewrite Rumpelstiltskin. Don't really know how it will turn out yet. I always plan my writing out in my head, but when I try to plan this story out something doesn't quite add up. So I guess we will see what happens. Should have a teaser up soon and the full story up in a few days.

[em_panada]

Yay! I love the tale of Rumpelstiltskin, but I think he needs more justice. I wrote a poem about my 'version' of Rumpelstiltskin, it's one of my favorites. I look forward to seeing it up!

[[deleted user]]

Ohhh, Do you still have that poem. I'd love to read it.

[Rhys]

thank you! I'm listening to it now. It might take awhile though

*excitement*