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Creative Writing- Monday- 3rd period

"Welcome back," said Daria, welcomingly. "Please hand in last week's assignments. If you didn't complete it in the last week... really? You had a week."

Just wait until someone told her they couldn't do their homework because they'd been fighting an alien threat in another dimension or whatever.

Actually, considering she was teaching Creative Writing, that would probably get extra credit whether it was true or not.

"This week I want a real story," she went on. "Your theme this week is detective. Come up with a main character, a case, and solve yourselves a mystery. If you really need a page limit-" Hi, Paris. "-it should be at least ten pages. If it takes you more to tell your story, then fine. If it takes you less, then good for you."

[Shhhh I forgot it was Monday. It's really like Sunday part 2.]

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Like a detective.

Paris Geller

Summer Smith

Gratuity Tucci

Hyacinthe

Jughead Jones

If you need to.

Your theme last week was missed connections. What'd you write and how'd you do?

Paris had written a novella over the last week because the girl ~~NEEDED SOME HOBBIES~~ was driven. "It's exactly 39,987 words because I never trust that word count thing on Word to be completely accurate."

It was about missed connections between a boy and a girl at a picnic and their continuing two-ships-in-the-night dynamic through a year until they finally met at their graduation...and they realized they loathed each other.

"Does that mean you counted all the words yourself?" Daria had to ask.

"Yes," Paris said. "Twice."

That was normal, right?

Nope!

"Just checking," Daria nodded.

It seemed that the only missed connection here was with Summer and the assignment. The first part seemed...okay. it was basically a speculation and presentation on the statically likelihood of a "missed connection" being astonomical, especially after you factored in the fact that there were different realities and dimensions to boot. Data and percentages of tge likelihood of meeting your "ideal match" in these scenarios, and how every missed connection in one dimension was an actual connection in another one.

And then the other half diverted into pie charts. Not even writing. But pie charts of the likelihood of her making a hooking up connection with a cross sampling of Fandom High boys and how these number were strangEly low for her, as you could see by this pie chart that her success rate was much higher aND faster at her old school. But, then again, as this chart showed, the hotness factor of FH boys compared to HHH boys was a very big difference indeed.

She also included an info graphic that suggested that her overall connections on general would likely increase 50% if she had at least 35% of an increase in chest size.

Tip's story wasn't as long as Paris's, but it wasn't exactly short, either. It was about a young girl trying to find her mother in an enormous refugee camp after the two had lost each other in the relocation. After consideration, she'd chopped off the alien best friend and the drive across the US from her own actual life story, because that was about making a connection, with J.Lo, as much about missing the connection with her mom. Besides, focussing in gave her room to expand upon the weirdoes in the rickety "government" that had formed in the camp, their assumptions about Tip's mom based on just looking at her (for instance, that her mom was black), and their inability to change those assumptions when presented with new data, and to get more detail in about the grassroots volunteer CB radio network that had actually located her mother in the end.

It was remarkably polished for a 15 year old's work, clearly having gone through a couple drafts before completion. It over used commas and run-on sentences, but . . . well, what didn't, in this day and age?

At least it didn't abuse poor semicolons.

Hyacinthe had written about a guest of Cereus House's Midwinter Masque for the Longest Night celebration and a Cereus House adept dressed as a snow spirit made of ice and gowned in gossamer with skeins of pure silver sewn through. The two danced several times during the evening and had just retired to an alcove for a more intimate tête-à-tête when the guest was called away to ready himself for his role as the Sun Prince. He spends the entire masque surreptitiously searching the crowd for the mask that belongs to his adept, but cannot find her--only to realize that she has taken the role of the Winter Queen and it was her hand he'd been holding the entire time.

But alas! Before he can ask her name, the tocsins are sounding midnight and she is whisked away by the Dowayne and he is thronged by well-wishers the masque ends without him learning her name.

The story was rough, not bothering to explain much of the concepts--like what Cereus House was, or the purpose of the masque, or much of the specific vocabulary--and read in places like a direct translation from one language into English, including idioms. It was a steamy read that spanned seven handwritten pages (Hya hadn't really gotten used to computers yet), that showed promise but needed a great deal of technical help.

Make with the detective theme in class.

Detectives. Crap. Tip hadn't read very much detective fiction. She didn't know the conventions. So instead of diving straight into the narrative during the class period this time, she gnawed on the end of her pen a bit, and started trying to put together the crime that the detective was trying to solve. Then she could work backwards to the obfuscation and reveal, right?

Murder was too obvious a crime, but something little would be too childish. Did detectives investigate interstellar espionage?

Immediately, Hyacinthe realized that he could make this a sequel to his previous work. Clearly the guest of the Masque (who'd won the token that had allowed him entry from a drunken D'Angeline noble) had to try to discover the identity of the adept that had so enraptured him, but he could not present himself as a patron.

There would be many shenanigans featuring young urchins running rings around the guards of both the noble and Cereus House.

She's totally reading over the homework while people work, but not obviously, because it'd suck to make people self-conscious.

It's been a long day.

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