Week 5 wrap-up

First off, a reminder that tomorrow I am posting my story for this week's prompt, and I hope to see you guys posting yours or emailing them to us as well. :)

Anyway, on to business! Last week's prompt saw me waiting till the very last moment (almost...okay, Friday isn't quite the end of the week, but whatever) to get my story done - let alone started! Before that I had read a few other stories already, and one last one on Sunday I think. These are the stories I've read:

1. Madeline wrote about some creepy-ass creatures called Lurkers, and what happens when they brainwash your brother. *shivers*
2. Michael brought us another episode of Caitlyn and Colin goodness, and once again feisty Caitlyn showed why she puts the capital P back into Princess.
3. Brooke totally creeped me out with her slowly-building tale of horror which had a very gasp-worthy ending.
4. Virginia brought us the tale of the (insert number here) Coming, in which the Chosen One is revealed as prophecy has foretold. Who knew he would be a thirteen-year-old boy covered in paint and with a sore thigh. hehe.

And of course our Friday-featured story was from Winter, and she wrote about eight-year-old Cinnamon's journey to Hell to rescue her friend from the "big scary" Devil's clutches. Her sacrifice? That spectacular red hair.

As for me, I wrote about two ghosts who are stuck in the "After", and deliberately miss their chance to move onto oblivion so they can protect their loved ones. And things get worse from there.

All in all it was a great week and I want to thank everyone for participating! I hope you are having as much fun as I am. :)

Trisha's story pick, Week 5

This week I have opted to choose Virginia's story about the chosen one, as I thought it was cute and amusing. I liked how it started and I liked how it ended. Oh, and I liked the stuff in between too. :D I want to give an honourable mention to the other stories I read this week though, which I will talk about in the 'wrap-up' on Thursday.

Anyway, without further ado, here is Virginia's effort this week (originally found here). ;)

Happy Birthday, William

“And so was written in the annals of comedy, that one day, a child would come into this world. And this child would say, ‘Woe betide, where did all these pies come from?!’. And the Wise Ones would say, ‘Lo, it has come to pass that The One has been born upon this world, and lo, it is funny.’

So sayeth, so it will be. Except that that’s entirely too funny, so it probably won’t happen like that at all… will it?”

-The Book of Banjo
Eleventh Cant

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Young William (never Billy, no) was enjoying the sunshine of a beautiful morning as he strolled to school. It was one of those perfect mornings that everyone dreams of, but rarely sees – the sky had the right amount of fluffy clouds, the breeze was gentle and intimate, and the sun did its bit of warm caressing as well. Much like the rest of his life, it was perfect, perfect, perfect. Why, it was even his thirteenth birthday. To celebrate, his parents had promised his favourite dinner, cake, the works – they even managed to scrimp together enough to allow him to have his best friend James to dinner with them.

In short, it was just about as good a day as one could hope for. Why, he even found himself smiling, his lips curled up in that foreign shape. It looked decidedly odd against his gaunt cheeks, pale blue eyes, and midnight curls, but heck, the cheer had to escape somehow! In fact, he was so busy thinking about how cheerful he was feeling and what a nice day it was going to be that he was shocked to have his reverie disturbed by a cry of “Look out!”, quickly followed by getting tackled down the pavement.

“Watch where you’re going!” William growled as he wiggled out from under his assailant. He stood up and brushed himself off while looking around to see what would have caused some random guy to barrel him down in the street. To his surprise, he spotted an accordion groaning brokenly about where he had been standing.

“Are you all right, young master?” his aggressor enquired courteously.

“Yes,” William began slowly, “But was it really necessary to knock me down to avoid an accordion? Surely, it wouldn’t have been nice to have it fall on me, but I sincerely doubt it would have been fatal.”

“Oh… you might have a point. Good day!” And with that, the other man cheerfully moved on down the pathway.

Jennifer's Story Pick, Week 5

Eeeek! I don't know how everyone else's brain is doing this week, but mine hurts. This is pretty sad considering that we're only five stories in.

That being said, another hilarious Caitlin story was much needed.

It was a dark night. It would have been a stormy night, too, except that the cold front had stalled over the Scrumdiddly Mountains north of the encampment instead of moving over the valley as the weather-forecasters had predicted. So instead the weather was a cool 60 degrees, and the stars glimmered brightly in the sky, like little glimmery things that glimmer.

The minion army of Vladimir the Marauder was taking full advantage of the crisp night air and the lack of storms. They had been at that encampment for the past month waiting for orders to invade Princess Caitlin’s kingdom, but so far no such orders had come. There had been some sort of foul-up in the chain of command, some plan that had gone astray, or so went the rumors. The minions didn’t know for sure, and wouldn’t have asked; minions weren’t supposed to ask about those things anyway. Instead, they found other ways to occupy their time. Even now, after the sun had gone down, groups of minions were going about the camp engaged in various activities, many of which Princess Caitlin could see from her hiding place in the bushes outside the camp.

One group of minions was clustered about a man who appeared to be a minion drill instructor, and was in the middle of giving a lesson on the proper way of attacking a single enemy soldier. “Now, you blithering excuse for redshirts, when you see an enemy soldier, and he is alone, WHAT DO YOU DO?”

“Sir! We form a line and attack him politely one by one, sir!”

Fearless

I'm on time, just barely! YESSS.

By the way, when I copied this, it deleted all my tabbing. So I tried inserting spaces in place of every single tab, but it deleted that after I'd already done all of them. Then I tried putting in line breaks for every new paragraph, but it deleted those post-hoc as well. So (after twenty minutes of trying to fix it... DX) this will still look like one giant, very daunting block of text. My sincerest apologies.

There was once a girl named Cinnamon Lynn Sanders. She had incredibly long red hair. It was her favorite thing about herself—Mama had always told her she had magic hair.

She had a best friend, a boy whose name was Brian McAlister. They were both eight, but she was a month older than he was, so she told him with all the surety of an eight-year-old that she would keep him safe since he was so young.

It was October twenty-fourth, a warm, welcoming day in Atlanta. Cinnamon and Brian were climbing trees in Cinnamon’s back yard, Cinnamon’s red hair the color of a ripe tomato in the loud sunlight. Brian’s smile was wider than the soft-banked creek out in the woods, because they were dangling upside-down from the boughs of one of the trees, now, and Brian thought Cinnamon looked goofy with her face all red like that.

“You look silly,” he laughed. “Really silly, Cinn.”

PROMPT NUMBER FIVE

Write a short story of 1,000-10,000 words based on the following:

"You can't be 'the one' if you're dead...right?"

Ready, set...GO!