Creative Writing, Period 6 1/10

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

When the students come in they’ll see Yuki typing on a laptop. He seems to be paying very little attention to them as they come in. But as soon as most of them are there he stands and clears his throat. “Okay. My name is Yuki. Just call me Yuki. None of that Mister Yuki crap.”

“First thing you should know is that being a writer is a bad career choice. You slave away until you get famous by the smallest sliver of luck, then you work hard, go insane meeting deadlines, get ulcers and most of the good ones eventually end up committing suicide. And still most people only know your characters names and don’t care who you are anyway.”

He looks at the class with a bit of distain. “Well... that said, I want you all to write something that’s a page long. I don’t care what it is, I want to see where you all are... ability wise... Turn them in before the end of the class. Oh and if I can’t read it, then it’s a zero. So if you can’t print clearly by this age then you better start bringing a laptop.”

“I’ll give you feedback on them as soon as you give it to me. Or I’ll tell you in my office tomorrow, if you don’t feel like getting embarrassed in front of your classmates or something. I’ll be in there every Thursday by the way. In case you need to revise some writing for the later classes, since near the end of the year you’re going to be writing a short story.”

((OOC: Handwave any where you’d like, I don’t expect you to actually have to write anything in here, if you actually feel an urge to then you’re free to and I WILL actually have Yuki make comments, for those that don’t have that kind of time, feel free to either give me a short sentence with the topic and your characters writing ability and that’s all))

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[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Collapsey like woah.

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia Santos

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[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

Nova

During Class

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

For chatter, whining, or writing.

Re: During Class

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

At one point during Yuki's little lecture, Turtle's hand darts up into the air and obnoxiously hoovers there until she's called on.

"Mr. Yuki," she said, brushing right past his earlier indication of titling, "wouldn't commiting suicide as a writer actually help your carreer, like with artists? Artists are never famous until after they're dead."

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[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

"JUST Yuki. And not really. Writers are usually famous when they're alive."

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[chasingangela]

Angela frowned slightly during the lecture. "Not going to commit suicide," she muttered.

Re: During Class

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

Nova was eager to work on what was probably the first thing he had ever written. He didn't really know what to write about, but he made something up as he went along.

Re: During Class

[fates_jaye]

Jaye looks at her purse and mutters, "Hey, you. Give me an idea."

Turn In Papers/Feedback

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Handwave as much as you'd like to. Also beware, he bites... with sarcasm.

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[nadiathesaint]

Well, this was a bit like throwing them into the deep end of the pool. . . .

Nadia quickly got to writing.

Elena was bored. Mario was busy on an assignment for his employers and his partner, battling an army of the undead in outer Mongolia. Elena would have gone with him, but she'd had her own business to attend to. The deposed Czar of a Leichtenstein needed a covert entry back into his country, and Elena had needed the extra cash. Calliope was tired to working for free, and now had a lover of her own to spend what little money did get sent their way on.

But Leichtenstein was a tiny country, without many enemies, and getting Czar Hans back his thrown from his evil brother, Franz, had been simple for a woman with her talents. A few hired mercenaries, headed up by her good friend Pippin, had come in over night in a giant van disguised as a pink elephant, and by the time the sun rose, Franz was practically begging to give his brother back his throne. Pippin and Elena had spent a few days just enjoying the peaceful, graceful countryside of Leichtenstein, until Pippin had to move on to another job in South Africa, and Elena was left with nothing else to do.

Which is how she found herself on the doorstep of one Tad Acquino, the Filipino bassist she'd met on a mission in Quebec.

"Elena," Tad cried, as he threw open his door! "What a surprise! Come on in!"

Elena smiled up and up and up at her very tall friend and stepped in the door. "Hello, Tad. How are things with Jean?"

Tad's face seemed to crumple like a fast-food wrapper tossed out the window of a BMW on the New Jersey turnpike. "Not good," he said. "He's angry with me."

"But why," asked Elena? "I thought you two were so good together?"

"We were. But so were Freddy and me."

Elena shook her head sadly, taking Tad's hand. "And Freddy is--?"

"In Korea. Visiting a friend."

"You must be so lonely."

Tad nodded slowly, stepping closer to Elena.

"But what of Mario," he asked, lifting a hand to her cheek? "Did he not join you?"

"On a mission," she said. "Outer Mongolia. With his partner."

Tad shook his head. "That fool. He still thinks--?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Elena."

"Oh, Tad." . . .

What followed after that was certainly more than a page long, improbable physically, and rather morally ambiguous.

Not to mention completely inappropriate for a high school classroom setting.

[ooc: English is not Nadia's first language, so the writing is certain to be rife with ridiculous errors and poorly chosen words. As well as being ZOMGDIRTY.]

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[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Yuki reads the first bit of Nadia's paper with a look of sheer distress. It seems as if each grammatical error hurts him physically. Oh God why did he EVER thing he could handle reading high school writing...

However, luckly for Nadia, Yuki writes romance novels for a living. Of course... they were much more tasteful than this. He looks up at her and takes a deep breath before he speaks. "Your paper is 4 pages, that's leaving me questioning if you're capable of counting." He looks at Nadia hoping she really can count. Because if she can't she looking at a BLEAK future.

"I'll ignore that for now. First of all. You're bringing a laptop because you need spell check more than roommate needs to stop cosplaying. Secondly, those first two paragraphs were god awful. Either you spread out all the petty details or you get rid of them. In a short story I know it's hard to put in all you want but either talk about the sex or talk about the history. Choose one. And finally, I know from experience that part of the sex scene is completely impossible."

Re: Turn In Papers/Feedback

[chasingangela]

Angela turned in a page-long short story about a girl who learns her touch can freeze things. It's not bad -- a little precious, but it's clear the writer has some talent.

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[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Yuki reads it with a fairly expressionless face. He looks up at her for a moment. "Hmm not bad. You still need some work, lots of practice. But... you have time. Good enough."

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle had to bit on her lip the whole time she was writing to keep from cracking up.

Mitzy, Flitzy, and Grace were sitting on the porch, enjoying their afternoon tea and strumpets. "Oh, I do hope Mister Pompepats comes for a visit today," Mitzy said, sipping her tea and batting her eyelashes while she readjusted her stupid hat.

"Oh, indeed," Flitzy agreed. "Mayhap we shall all go for a stroll on the knoll and have some rolls?"

"I am a stupidhead," Grace said. Mitzy and Flitzy agreed.

"We shall go into town," Mitzy said, "and get our hair done and other such girl nonsense, because that is what we, as nonsense girls of this classical British manor, shall do. Mayhap we shall also--"

But Mitzy's words dropped away as a low rumbling sound came from the distance. "I dare say," Flitzy clutched at her bosom with surprise. "Whatever could that be? You don't supp--"

But Flitzy didn't get to finish her sentence before, over the moors, came rumbling a great big giant tank! It was big and giant and green, with an American flag and a banner that said 'Queen Turtle Forever.' Mitzy, Flitzy, and Grace all screamed and tried to escape the charging tank, but their stupid floofy dresses got tangled up in the table. "Oh, noes!" cried out Mitzy. "Whatever shall we do?"

"Whatever is a tank doing in nineteenth century England?" Flitzy dispared, just as Tannim and Conner and the guy who's name I can't write because I'll get in trouble stuck their heads out of the tank and started lobbing gernades at them. Mitzy, Flitzy, and Grace screamed in terror, but it was no good. Explosions were everywhere, blowing up their stupid faces. Boom! Boom! Boom! Turtle was there, too, but for moral support.

Explosions and sharpnel flew through the air; it was a veritable Fourth of July party! Now that Mitzy, and Flitzy, and Grace were blown up, Tannim and Conner and the guy who's name I can't write because I'll get in trouble and Turtle got rid of the gay tea and strumpets and had hot dogs and pizza and Squishies, which were free with the purchase of a Westing Paper Product, but only for today. And they talked about how much prettier and cooler Turtle was than Mitzy and Flitzy and Grace.

The End.

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[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake turns in an ode to coffee. It reads rather like it could also double as an ode to sex. His handwriting is more or less legible, and he's obviously good at remembering adjectives and coffee euphemisms. Anything else might be hard to gleam from this writing sample.

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[sakuracchyan.livejournal.com]

Sakura hands in a paper which appears to be abstractly written about a personal experience of her own. Occasionally there are tiny scribbles in the margins(which Yuki, also being Japanese, would be able to recognize as hiragana scrawl) which appear to be debating, as if she wasn't entirely sure which word to use. Her English was better than most who had it as a second language, but she still had hitches.

...She would probably need to bring her laptop in for spellcheck, as well.

She rereads the paper about six times before handing it in, a funny sort of expression on her face. Upon heading back to her desk, she scrunches her face into a frown. "...I am so going to fail."

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[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

Nova didn't recall ever writing anything before, so this was as good a time as any to start learning. He took out a sheet of paper, considering those liney things just a suggestion, and started writing.


Red lights flash through the trees. Hero and villain run through the clouds with trembling feet. The eyes dripped off the cow's back. The smiling umeboshi will free the drowning otters. Clocks hop off the walls and out the window.

"Will dinner be ready?"

Charge the cup, the ice melts your mind. The by up over left crying am. Occurrences of ocular ostentation often observed. Turtles take over Tokyo. Scrap metal, yummy, toy boat, talking kitty…


The paper continued on as a mad hodgepodge of words and subjects. He had even started from one corner of the paper to another creating a neat crisscross pattern with the lines and his sentences. Some sentences seemed to either begin or end off the page. To Nova this was a work of art. He wrote pretty sentences and used a lot of words that he liked.

[ooc: Someone needs to explain writing to Nova apparently]

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet turned in his one page assignment. He might have been working out a couple of issues in it.


After a great number of very hard fights with dangerous opponants, the young Prince Amleth had finally battled his way to the top room of the castle. There the evil King Feng waited. Although Feng was Amleth's second cousin once removed, Feng had crulley killed Amleth's Father in what was supposed to look like an accident in order to claim the throne of Den- Scandinavinia all for himself. Amleth had sworn an oath of revenge, and he planned to carry that out.

As Feng turned from doing dastardly deeds over his throne of injustuice to see who had dared enter his chamber, Amleth pointed at him in rage.

"You murdered my Father!"

"Yes!" shouted the mad king, "And I would do it again, given the chance! And now, my young princeling, it is time for you to die!"

"I think not!" cried Prince Amleth, drawing his mighty sword. "For I have come to kill you, and reclaim what is truely mine!"

Their swords clashed, as Feng also drew his weapon, and countered the prince's attack. Their fierce and indecsribable battle took them all around the room, thrusting and parrying over tables and chairs, beds and rugs, books and chests. The two great foes were equally matched in their wits and battle techniques,which meant that neither could easily get the upper hand. Suddenly, Feng slipped on a bear skin rug he had purchased with his ill-gotten wealthy, and Amleth seized this opportunity to stab him repeatedly, and very hard, in the chest, straight through his blackened heart.

"Oh, am I slain!" whimpered Feng. And then he died.

The lovely Desdemona rushed into the room, to fling herself into the arms of the very much not dead Prince Amleth. "Oh, Amleth, you have saved me from the foul King Feng! He had planned to do all sorts of nasty things to me. Will you let me marry you, and become your queen in your new reign of peace.

"Most certainly," Amleth said, pulling her into a deep kiss.

And Amleth and Desdemona lived happily ever after for the rest of their very long lives.

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[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude's writing sample was a page and a half of barely legible scrawl about the super-cool Captain Kickflip and his defeat of the infamous villain the Pornstache, who hid explosives in his impressive facial hair, which awed all who saw it. There was a mysterious yellow stain on the second page and the paper managed to be a little crumpled, despite never having seen the inside of a desk, backpack, pocket, or binder. He worked the whole time with his tongue poking out in concentration.

He rather timidly handed it into the teacher, smiling sheepishly.

[[Apparently Celtic Civ is not conducive to pornstache-of-justice Tadsmut.]]

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory turned in one page of frigteningly tiny, tidy cursive, outlining the story of a tragic princess whose true love was killed, and his murderer was a terrible king who had once been merciful and kind before an unknown turning point in his twenties. The princess was determined to show the king the error of his ways, however, and tried every approach she could devise.

Rory left the end of the story unclear on whether she was sucessful in her endeavor or not.

Working out her issues through thinly-veiled writing assignments? Never. At least it was decently written, if slightly dry.

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[fates_jaye]

Jaye finally decides on a story based on real events in which a young shopgirl had to help find a store clerk and a prostitute find love. Think Emma meets Pretty Woman, but metaed.

And considering how she never studies and still manages to pass classes, the girl can string words together kind of pretty.

After Class/Talk to Yuki

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Feel free. But the previous warning still stands.

OOC

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Since we need it! Yay!

Re: OOC

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Now I'm going to be spending my Celtic Civ lectures writing something to rival the Tadsmut. Thaaanks.