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SLC- how it works
When is the sentance being sent out?
Marisol prolly decides...*waits*...i really want to do this one. But that's sorta impossible without a sentence...
hmmm i would like to know the sentence pleez
idk but VOTE FOR THE FIRST ONE!!!!!!!!!!!
I want the one about "I didn't know it would kill him.."
aw...that would be ok too....i just dnt want the third one
itz randomized sooo...yesh, i knew it waz a poll, but...I WANT THEEEE SENTENCE...>.< *waitswaitswaits*
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I didn't realize it might kill him. It could have happened to anybody. There were hundreds of people at the park, and at least half had ridden the Ferris Wheel. It could have been me. It could have been the little girl with the blond pigtails above us. It could have been the red-faced man that manned the Wheel. Anyone. Anyone, except for him.
"Let's ride on the Ferris Wheel," I had begged, pulling my brother's arm towards the ride.
He shook his head. "You know I'm afraid of heights."
"Please?"
"Rachel..."
"Aw, come on, Josh..."
"Fine. As long as you have tickets..."
I gave him a pleading look. He laughed and pulled the right number of tickets out of his pocket, trashed his slushie, and let me yank him once again towards the Ferris Wheel. I felt smug at getting my way, and hurried to get a place in line. We didn't have to wait for long.
Josh let me go in first, then tentatively sat on the edge of the seat, arms wrapped around the pole that marked the center of the car.
The two people across from us, a man and his daughter, sat in relaxed positions. Apparently they had done this before. Gradually the Wheel began to turn, and our car rose, despite the rusty metal and peeling pink paint. I gazed over the park, watching the people turn into ants.
Then there was a gunfire, and Josh was on the ground, blood pouring out of his head. The girl screamed bloody murder, but I just knelt, feeling the dizzy height of the Ferris Wheel. Tears blurred my vision until all I saw was Josh's body on the floor of the car and the my strangled screams mingled with the girl's.
"I'm sorry, Josh," I whispered.
"Let's ride on the Ferris Wheel," I had begged, pulling my brother's arm towards the ride.
He shook his head. "You know I'm afraid of heights."
"Please?"
"Rachel..."
"Aw, come on, Josh..."
"Fine. As long as you have tickets..."
I gave him a pleading look. He laughed and pulled the right number of tickets out of his pocket, trashed his slushie, and let me yank him once again towards the Ferris Wheel. I felt smug at getting my way, and hurried to get a place in line. We didn't have to wait for long.
Josh let me go in first, then tentatively sat on the edge of the seat, arms wrapped around the pole that marked the center of the car.
The two people across from us, a man and his daughter, sat in relaxed positions. Apparently they had done this before. Gradually the Wheel began to turn, and our car rose, despite the rusty metal and peeling pink paint. I gazed over the park, watching the people turn into ants.
Then there was a gunfire, and Josh was on the ground, blood pouring out of his head. The girl screamed bloody murder, but I just knelt, feeling the dizzy height of the Ferris Wheel. Tears blurred my vision until all I saw was Josh's body on the floor of the car and the my strangled screams mingled with the girl's.
"I'm sorry, Josh," I whispered.
YAY! It's "I didn't realize that it might kill him . . ." That's the one I voted for. :-D
I didn't realize that it might kill him . . .no, really. How was I supposed to know that it could be possibly fatal for a hamster to be let loose. . .in the basement. . .in the middle of the winter. . .? Okay, so maybe I didn’t use my common sense. But I never use my common sense. Why? Because I don’t like it. Common sense is for stuffy old grouches like-er, let’s not name names here, all right? All right. You see, it all started one cold day last November. . .
My little brother was playing with our hamster, Perseus, in our basement. (It’s one of those finished ones. We have a playroom down there.) Yes, yes, I know, that’s a weird name for a hamster. But Ted’s a fan of the Percy Jackson books, what can I say? At least his name was better than our (now deceased) rabbit’s-Ted had been going through Maximum Ride at the time and had insisted on calling the bunny “Fang”. Imagine it-this cute, tiny, fluffy little rabbit-with the name FANG printed in blood red on his collar. It was like Bunnicula, I tell you. (Oh, that’s a great series. You should read it, if you haven’t already. A bit young for our age group, maybe, but-ah, never mind. I’m getting hopelessly off topic.)
As I was saying, Ted was playing with Perseus. Perseus was a small brown hyperactive ball of fluff. He was Ted’s pet, really, but I somehow got roped into caring for him. Bleh. Ted was petting him, and talking to him, and feeding him little treats, acting like a responsible pet owner. (Responsible? Ted? *snort* That will be the day.) Then our mother stepped into the room.
Our mother is a nice woman. A bit annoying at times, but all in all quite caring. And she’s a pretty good cook, too. When she pulled open the door, I winced, sure that she was here to bust me for last night’s scandal involving a fork, dishwashing soap, and a snowball. I licked my lips nervously and prepared to tell the whopper of my life, but, as it turned out, that wasn’t necessary. Instead, all Mom said was, “Ted! Phone’s for you!” and disappeared back downstairs.
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That's the beginning of mine! It's going to be a humor story, despite the "serious" starter sentence. I have more written up....I just have to figure out how to post stories on here.
My little brother was playing with our hamster, Perseus, in our basement. (It’s one of those finished ones. We have a playroom down there.) Yes, yes, I know, that’s a weird name for a hamster. But Ted’s a fan of the Percy Jackson books, what can I say? At least his name was better than our (now deceased) rabbit’s-Ted had been going through Maximum Ride at the time and had insisted on calling the bunny “Fang”. Imagine it-this cute, tiny, fluffy little rabbit-with the name FANG printed in blood red on his collar. It was like Bunnicula, I tell you. (Oh, that’s a great series. You should read it, if you haven’t already. A bit young for our age group, maybe, but-ah, never mind. I’m getting hopelessly off topic.)
As I was saying, Ted was playing with Perseus. Perseus was a small brown hyperactive ball of fluff. He was Ted’s pet, really, but I somehow got roped into caring for him. Bleh. Ted was petting him, and talking to him, and feeding him little treats, acting like a responsible pet owner. (Responsible? Ted? *snort* That will be the day.) Then our mother stepped into the room.
Our mother is a nice woman. A bit annoying at times, but all in all quite caring. And she’s a pretty good cook, too. When she pulled open the door, I winced, sure that she was here to bust me for last night’s scandal involving a fork, dishwashing soap, and a snowball. I licked my lips nervously and prepared to tell the whopper of my life, but, as it turned out, that wasn’t necessary. Instead, all Mom said was, “Ted! Phone’s for you!” and disappeared back downstairs.
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That's the beginning of mine! It's going to be a humor story, despite the "serious" starter sentence. I have more written up....I just have to figure out how to post stories on here.
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hmm. Hamsters. Interesting idea :)
Thanks!
Yep. I didn't want to write a sad piece, because I'm bad at stuff like that...so why not have the victim be a pet?
Yep. I didn't want to write a sad piece, because I'm bad at stuff like that...so why not have the victim be a pet?
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i'm working on miiiinnee...but i've been busy and i hope no-one took my idea....it ish sad though. totally. :D
Excuse me, I've been trying to contact Marisol. Marisol, when I'm finished with my version of the story, how do I get it to you? Do I e-mail it to you, or do I post it in my writing?
Oh, nvm. I got it. I post it in my writing. Okay, sorry for the bother!
Okay, here's my submission! Follow the link and read, please!
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
And here's an excerpt of the first few paragraphs to spark your interest:
I never realized it might kill him.
I was standing, half-dazed, before the large oval mirror my mother had bequeathed me. My bedroom had fallen dim from the dusk shadows thrown about the corners of the bed and the ceiling, and I was standing, not moving, all alone.
I twisted the small hat in my hands in anxiety. Then, swiftly, as if I had suddenly made up my mind about something, I caught up the long black tresses that tumbled over my shoulders and plaited them. I coiled up the long snake-like braid up against the back of my head and tucked it neatly beneath my small woolen cap, pulling down the visor low over my eyes as if to hide them. I shrugged on a large grey wool coat that reached down to my knees, took up an old umbrella as a precautionary measure, and trudged downstairs and outside into the fog.
Please read and enjoy!
(Oh, it's two chapters, so don't forget to read all of it! Thanks! ;D)
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
And here's an excerpt of the first few paragraphs to spark your interest:
I never realized it might kill him.
I was standing, half-dazed, before the large oval mirror my mother had bequeathed me. My bedroom had fallen dim from the dusk shadows thrown about the corners of the bed and the ceiling, and I was standing, not moving, all alone.
I twisted the small hat in my hands in anxiety. Then, swiftly, as if I had suddenly made up my mind about something, I caught up the long black tresses that tumbled over my shoulders and plaited them. I coiled up the long snake-like braid up against the back of my head and tucked it neatly beneath my small woolen cap, pulling down the visor low over my eyes as if to hide them. I shrugged on a large grey wool coat that reached down to my knees, took up an old umbrella as a precautionary measure, and trudged downstairs and outside into the fog.
Please read and enjoy!
(Oh, it's two chapters, so don't forget to read all of it! Thanks! ;D)
Is there a judge for this contest of is it just for fun without a winner? Just wondering.Also, is there a dead line? I have an idea for mine, but I need to get around to writing it.
the deadline is March 1st. usually Marisol sets up a poll. :)
yeah and then we let the people vote...
Oh, dear! Now I have two ideas!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I'm going to stick with my first idea, but keep my other one as a fall back, just in case.
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Hi!My story is in my writing section, under Leslie's writing, but how do I get it over here? Where are you guys getting the links from? I still don't know how to do this part, but the story is there, so I hope it counts!
HELP!!
Just go to were your story is, copy the link at the top of the page, come back here and paste it. Hope this helps! =)
Alright, I have mine up!!!!!! It's called "Butterfly" and is very sad. Please read and comment!!! =Dhttp://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
I didn't realize it might kill him. I hadn't meant to hurt him at all. I'd just wanted to fly. And now Seth was gone. Lost. Dead.
We will choose one sentance, which MUST BE THE FIRST SENTANCE of a story. It should be 1-2 chapters; say 3,500 words maximum. this is to be individual, and a noncompetitive competition, just to see where we all go from the same starting line.
If you have questions, feel free.