Creative Writing- Monday- 3rd period

[justrealistic]

"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.]

Comments

Re: Turn up the homework

[vrajna_kralis]

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.