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fandomhigh2007-01-09 11:25 pm
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Creative Writing, Period 6 1/10
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))
“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))
Re: Turn In Papers/Feedback
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.
Re: Turn In Papers/Feedback