WEEKLY 3

PART 1: Reflect on Emotion

Emotion. Something everyone has, and yet no one understands it fully. What is emotion? Google defines it as, “A natural instinctive state of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others.” This simply means, the state of your mind based on your surroundings. Such a simple term for something so complex. There are many types of emotion, and mixtures of said emotion. Emotion is something both easy and hard to write. On one hand, sometimes it is hard to fully explain the emotion you want your character to feel, and your choices of words matter greatly in the issue. On the other hand, putting yourself in the situation could possibly lead to an easier explanation. “How would (insert yourself or character name here) feel if…?” is the perfect question to ask when writing about an emotion a character feels. Personally, I love writing emotions. It’s so profound and complex, I find it both satisfying and more enjoyable to write. For example, I once wrote a story about someone climbing a mountain. They hear voices, and fear they are losing it. They long for warmth and laughter, and come to the brink of giving up. Instead, they realize that it doesn’t have to logically make sense as long as they want to scale this mountain, that’s enough reason to. Writing would be very bland without emotion, you’d essentially be writing about robots at that point. It would be a very boring story. This, and more, is why emotion is essential to writing.

PART 2: Emotions in Character

I could feel the weight as if it were dragging me down. But the defender told me to act as witness, so I fought the weight as I stepped up to the stand.
“Repeat after me: I promise to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God.” The bailiff held out the Bible and raised his right hand.
I mirrored him, placing my right hand on the Bible and raising my left hand, “I promise to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God.” My knees shook. This was it. This sealed her fate.
My head hung low as I sat in the witness stand, my stupid suit looking huge on me. It was my dad’s, and my mother said that I should wear it today, like father like son.
I looked up, and the whole room was staring at the defender, except for one person. I made eye contact with her. My best friend, June. I wanted to cry. I couldn’t lie up here, and I knew the terrible truth. All I could do was try to convince them she had good intentions.
“Let’s begin,” the defense attorney stared into my soul, and my heart jumped in fear, “How long have you known the defendant for?”
“For 13 years,” I spoke quietly, trying to pity the judge and jury.
“And how old are you?”
“15,” I didn’t elaborate.
“And you don’t think she could do something like this?”
I stared at June, shifted in my seat, and spoke very quietly, “I didn’t think so…”
“Why do you think she did this?”
“She was scared. I know it. It was defense. Please, you have to believe this, please!” This time I spoke loudly, and desperately.
“No further questions, your honor.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. But my heart stopped when the prosecutor spoke up, and it felt like time almost stopped.
“The prosecution would like to cross communicate.”

PART 3: Emotions in Prose

50 words narrowing " Anxiety “ down:
What is the root of anxiety? Anxiety is something everyone experiences to some degree, and a more vague term for it is “fear”. On the other hand, we could say that the root of anxiety is worry. The magical, “what if?” that sends us down dark rabbit holes no one wants to enter.

Write a 450 words scene containing ” Worry ":
What if. What if. What if what if what if- What if? I let out a shriek as large books landed where I was a second ago, studying in the library. The floor rumbled, it shivered with fright. I got rolled onto my back, and I spread my arms and legs above me to keep me as still as I could. I wished. I prayed. I screamed for help. No one came. The ground continued to shake, and shake, and shake. I heard a loud boom, and looked to my left. Slowly but surely, I saw the shelves fall, they were dominoes, one by one. The wind rushed out from under, and dust filled my eyes and nose. What if the ground didn’t stop shaking? What if I got trapped? What if no one came? I squeezed my eyes as I coughed, the dust stung.
“-elp!” I heard a small voice over the ruckus, “Help!”
Without consent, my body moved out from under the protection of the table and I tried to stand up. I tried to take a step, but the shaking ground knocked me back down to my knees. Desperately, I looked around.
I saw a little girl stuck under one of the fallen shelves. I crawled over, and a loud cracking came from above. She looked up and screamed. I didn’t. What if the roof caves in? What if I can’t save this girl? What if we both get buried alive? What if I’m not strong enough?
But, I thought, what if I was?
The fear on the girl's face doubled my own, and my heart shook with anxiety. I had to try! What if- no. No more what ifs.
I grabbed the edge of the shelf and pulled up. Nothing changed. The ground still shook, making it hard to keep my balance. I turned around, and placed my back underneath the giant wooden frame. I tried, and tried. And eventually- she was free!
She crawled out, and I saw her leg had broken. I tried to step toward her but I fell again, barely missing her. The earthquake raged on.
I got on my hands and knees, and yelled, “Get on!” She took the message. She crawled over, wincing whenever the ground gave a bigger shake or when she put pressure on her knee, and climbed onto my back.
Eventually, we made it out. Eventually, the disaster calmed down. Eventually, the town and our homes will be rebuilt.
We sat there. I worried about the girl’s broken leg. I worried about my family. I worried about how we’d ever get back to normal. I took a deep breath, and felt the still ground. I was grateful to be alive.

PART 4: Bringing It All Together

On the inside, I trembled with rage. What I spoke though, came out calm and collected, “Ah. So I see you got here first.”
She smiled, my fist clenched. She said, “Of course I’d be here. I have to be there for my nemesis when he-” I cut her off.
“Oh, I’m not dying today sweetheart.” The sweet satisfaction of cutting her off almost made bumping into her worth it right now. Almost. I was in a rush. I needed to save hundreds of lives. And the one person who I came to hate was holding me up.
I continued, “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go-”
“Not so fast. I know what you’re trying to do.” She smiled. Rage filled me.
“Oh yeah?” I said lightly, “And what’s that?”
“You’re trying to save the day.” I didn’t expect that. It made me furious. She cocked her head, “And I’m trying to ruin it.”
“I think you’ve already done your job, so if you would excuse me-”
“No.”
“Aww, the little princess is trying to stop me,” I said mockingly.
“Aww, the poor prince is trying to mock me,” She said.
I lost it, “Can you please move?!” This isn’t good! I needed to get there, the anonymous tip I got about a future disaster said it would happen in only a few minutes.
“Ok, fine.” I didn’t bother to wonder why she let me go, but I ran. I ran to the street where the supposed incident would happen.
“So, whatcha up to?” I groaned inside. She followed me. Of course.
“None of your business.”
“Does it have something to do with an anonymous tip made to the Masked Hero? Cause I might have had something to do with that.” She was joking.
“Why would you send that to me?!”
“Because that disaster I told you about, will be caused by me. And be the downfall of you.” I watched as she grew bigger and bigger, and she transformed into a dragon. Draggin’, the monstrous villain I had been lucky enough to not run into, was my highschool nemesis?!
Something took over me, and I ran. Blocks of cement were thrown towards me, missing by inches. I couldn’t activate my shapeshifting, it wouldn’t work if she could see me! I didn’t even pay attention to how tired I was, that could wait. I heard a roar and the ground shook beneath me. I ran even faster. My heart racing, I saw the subway. Yes! The subway! If I could only get there, I could-
I felt a scally claw grab my waist. My heart stopped. This was it. This was the end of me. I watched as the ground got farther and farther away. I was turned around, and a giant dragon eyeball faced me.
“So this will be the death of the Masked Hero of Evercity. How sad.” The low roar of the dragon's words echoed throughout the city.
“Yeah. How sad. I thought I would go of age, surrounded by family and in comfort. Too-” She cut my sarcastic comment off by squeezing me, and I cringed from the pain, “too bad.”
I decided to do the impossible. Wiggled free from her grasp, and I jumped from her hand. The ground came closer, and closer, I heard her scream, “NO!” I sucked in a breath-
She caught me. Huh. That… was different. But I didn’t take any chances. I jumped from her monstrous hand and sprinted away, back into the subway. The dark city cave provided safety, and I was grateful. I breathed a sigh of relief. Why did she save me? My highschool nemesis was the most dangerous villain of all time?! The world spun, and I struggled to breathe from the shock of it all. I leaned on the wall, and everything went black.
I woke up in a strange room. The bed sheets were really comfortable, and I wanted to fall back asleep. It was when I heard her voice that I snapped my eyes open, and my jaw dropped. She was in here. Taking care of me. After she tried to end me.
“Sorry, WHAT?” It was all too confusing. My dad was right. Girls are complicated. As I got up and left the house at a brisk walk, she stayed behind, not even looking at me. I was going on vacation. Away. Far away. For a while. This was all too strange.

REQUIREMENTS:
Before submitting, make sure you have every part complete:
Brainstorm 200 words of emotions to use in writing
300 words of an emotional interaction between two characters
50 words specifying an emotion and 450 for incorporating that emotion in prose
700 words of a final piece using what you’ve learned from the previous activities

WORD COUNT:
PART 1: 253
PART 2: 329
PART 3: 53
PART 3.5: 453
PART 4: 743
TOTAL: 1831

WEEKLY FOUR

PLANNING/OUTLINE:
MC: Detective Dave
Partner: Cameron Casey
Suspects: Cameron Casey | Kyle Ka-Ching | Judy Joyce
Culprit: Cameron Casey
Victim: Avery Attitude

100 words about Avery Attitude:
Avery Attitufe is a pop singer. It was late after her concert that the incident happened. She is well known and has quite some cash, but she hates the attention. She is stereotypical because of her wealth and fame, but she is different due to her weird interest in yarn. Most of her songs include her want to run away to some little simple life on a wool farm. Little do her fans know, this concert was her last one. She announced that after the concert, she plans to do exactly what she’s been singing about: run away and start a wool farm, start her own yarn company (spun by Avery herself), and live in peace.

100 words about Kyle Ka-Ching:
This wealthy business widower was at the small, expensive meet and greet where the incident took place. In all honesty, he was only there because his daughter, Kallie Ka-Ching, is such a huge fan. He is stereotypical because, like other wealthy fathers in stories, he is very protective of his daughter and spoils her greatly. He is different because of his strange passion for making art, which he hides from his colleagues. He is especially fond of abstract art and loves to paint with his daughter. He has a huge stash of artwork he plans to release to the public under his daughter’s name, this way they both benefit from the money and he doesn’t get embarrassed by this passion he feels he has to hide.

100 words about Judy Joyce:
Judy Joyce is a preacher on a high school missions trip she planned for her church. As they were in the area, the high schoolers begged Judy to go to the concert, and they even put all their money together for Judy to go to meet and greet after the concert in order to get signatures for them. It was here that the incident happened. Stereotypical of any other chaperone, Judy seems to be very tired all the time. But, she has a crazy passion for shoes. She loved buying them, making her own, selling them, and everyone is telling her to quit- because it’s strange. Start talking shoes with her, and she’ll never stop.

150 words describing the mystery:
After the concert, a short line of people lined up at the meet and greet to meet their favorite singer: Avery Attitude. But, when the electricity sparks out and loud yelling is heard, the 3 parties realize the lights won’t come on for a long time. After pulling phones out for light, they are shocked to see Avery Attitude was- Gone?! They rush around the desk and find her knocked unconscious… Who committed the crime? Was it the rich businessman only there for his daughter? Was it the tired Youth pastor sent to get autographs? Or was it Detective Dave’s own partner, who he trusts wholeheartedly? As people get knocked out one by one Detective Dave must figure out the culprit before they get away. Using a phone flashlight in the cold darkness clues are found, bonds are made, and betrayals shake their only hope. Will they figure it out before everything goes black?

100 words Outlining a later scene:
Event 1: The question comes up: Was it really Cameron? Or was it Mr. Ka-Ching? The key chain comes up and we question once again who the culprit is.
Event 2: The dots are put together, and it seems they both could have been the culprit. They both had the same keychain and the same shoe print.
Event 3: Cameron Tackles Dave, shouting threats in anger. Dave’s head is hurt again, and the police have to scramble to get Cameron off him.
Event 4: It is then revealed that it was in fact Cameron, due to him actually having the weapon. Kallie is reassured, and Dave reflects. Both Avery and Judy are sent away in an ambulance.

STORY (written while going through Smarlls's Adventure!)

Detective Dave walked to the meet and greet while his partner, Cameron Case, trailed behind. “That’s so upsetting!” Cameron was mad about Avery Attitude’s announcement, “I can’t believe she’s quitting!” Avery Attitude was their favorite pop star and had recently announced at the concert that she was quitting to start a wool farm and yarn business. An interesting choice that the audience didn’t like.
“We could still listen to her old songs?” Dave suggested, trying to calm him down before they went downstairs to the very exclusive (an expensive) meet and greet.
He stayed silent, and Dave sighed, “Well, come on then.” And Dave led Cameron downstairs.
The room looked like a basement, with a low ceiling and a crowded feel to it. There was a table with Avery, who had bright blonde hair tied into a bun and a rather anime-like dress on. Dave felt his cheeks go hot. How did Cameron ever get him to like her music? He prayed no other colleagues would see him down here. The embarrassment would be the end of him.
“Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick, how ‘bout you save us a place in line?” Cameron suggested.
“Sure,” and Dave begrudgingly walked to the end of the short line. Dave was a detective. His line of work was serious, at least he considered it to be. He was tall, on the skinny side, with tan skin and messy brown hair. His eyes were also brown, and he looked to be around his late 30s. Cameron was his best friend, who was up to Dave’s shoulder in height and had platinum blonde hair. His eyes were Ice blue and freckles danced around his face. Technically, Cameron was still a trainee in the detective business, but Dave already considered him ready for the job.
From the end of the line, Dave could see the 2 other parties in front of him. Gosh, he forgot how exclusive this really was. And how expensive.
In front of him was a woman who was in her mid-40s, and stood alone. Dave would’ve spoken to her, but she looked awfully tired and ready to leave, so he thought better of it. He did, although, take note of the grocery bags she was carrying full of shoe boxes. In front of her, at the front of the line, was a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a suit. He looked kind, but not happy, and had dirty blonde hair. His beard was trimmed short and a little girl wearing a matching anime dress to Avery’s held his hand. The girl looked about 8 years old and referred to the large man as her father. Dave took note of the acrylic paint staining the man’s hand.
Avery then addressed the room, obviously high energy from the recent concert, “Hi everyone! I’m so glad you made it to my last concert!” Silence filled the air. The woman in front of me probably didn’t care, and neither did the man, but the little girl suddenly looked sad at the news. To save the mood, Avery said, “So! Who would like to go first and introduce themselves?” Cameron wasn’t going to be happy about missing this. She continued, “How ‘bout you in the back? What’s your name? What’s your profession?”
Dave sighed. Better play along, “I’m Dave, and I work for the local police as a detective.” Dave said flatly.
The lady went next, “I’m Judy Joyce, and I’m a youth pastor running a shoe company on the side.”
The man went next, “I’m Kyle Ka-Ching, CEO of Ka-Ching Keyrings. This is my daughter Kallie.”
He referenced the little girl, who spoke up, “Daddy likes to paint!” Mr. Ka-Ching didn’t seem too happy his daughter said that.
Dave heard the door open, and Cameron walked in hurriedly back to him.
“Alright!,” Avery said, feeling the tension in the room, “So, who-” But she was cut off. The lights went out, and everyone jumped. After a few moments in the darkness, while Dave fumbled for a light, they heard a loud THUMP.
Dave turned on the flashlight and pointed it where they heard the sound. There, Avery Attitude lay unconscious and surrounded by darkness. A large bruise on her forehead formed in the shape of a rectangle. A few moments of silence went by, and Kallie spoke up, “Is she… okay?”
Dave ran up and checked her pulse, “She’s alive,” he spoke, “Just knocked out.”
Next to her, Dave found a footprint in the dust surrounding the room. He studied the shoeprint, then the mark on her forehead. 2 clues. 5, well really only 2 because Dave doubted Cameron would commit such a crime, the little girl seemed too innocent, and Dave knew for a fact he didn’t do it. But he’d have to convince the others he didn’t either.
The door opened, and a blinding light revealed Avery’s manager walking into the room. Oh no.
“Hey everyone, sorry for the electrical issues, we- What happened?” He looked from Dave to Avery, to the others.
Dave decided to help his alibi by speaking up, “The lights went out, we heard a thump, and I got my flashlight out to find out what happened. We then found Avery unconscious. Uh- don’t worry, I’m a detective,” Dave proceeded to show his badge, “And I’m figuring it out right now. But please, this is a crime scene, don’t mess with anything.”
The manager looked red in the face, he was so mad, “I’m going to call the police, if you don’t figure out you did this before the cops come, I’ll pay good money you all get arrested!” Dave gulped. He needed to figure this out fast.
His heart rate elevated, and Dave turned to the others. But before he could speak, the manager slammed the door, leaving them once again with the flashlight as their only source of light. A locking sound was heard in the dark, and Dave sighed.
“Okay. It was one of us. And we have to figure this out quick before we’re all in prison.”
Judy yelled, “Well it ain’t me! And how could he put all of us in prison?! That should be downright illegal!”
Mr. Ka-Ching spoke too, “And how do we know it wasn’t one of you? You could blame it on us to cover for yourselves,” Kallie only whimpered.
“I assure you, I will find which of us did it with real proof and that you can trust me. You got any better ideas than letting the professionals handle it?” Silence in the dark.
Dave went over to the table, trying to think clearly over the sound of his pounding heart. At most, he only had 5 minutes to figure this out. Then, his career, and the careers of these innocent people, would be taken away.
Dave worked quickly and thoroughly. He examined the wound. It looked like it was inflicted with something heavy and long. Like a pole of some sort. But there wasn’t a pole in the room. He moved onto the shoeprint, and an idea came to him. “Hey! Judy! Can you come here a moment?” She came over, still holding her bags of shoes, “Can you pull out all of your shoes, actually, everyone! Give me all your shoes!”
Dave didn’t care how insane he sounded, and he examined each right shoe to the right footprint on the ground. There were 5 matches, 1 belonging to Mr. Ka-Ching, 1 to Cameron, and 3 to Judy, which wasn’t helpful.
Then, Dave found something. A keychain. His thoughts raced… He had hoped it wasn’t Mr. Ka-Ching, he actually hoped it wouldn’t be anybody! But it seemed sad that Kallie would have to watch her father be arrested. Dave checked his watch, it’s been 2 minutes already. Not good.
Before anything, Dave double-checked all that he knew. The shoe print matched Judy, Mr. Ka-Ching, and Cameron. The weapon was long and heavy. The keychain, upon closer inspection, was supposed to look like Avery. An Avery keychain. It hit him like a brick. Dave spun around, but he was nowhere in the room. The door was locked. He had to be in the room. Kallie clutched her father as Dave ran around the room, searching for every place to hide.
“Show yourself! Right now!” The room seemed bigger in the darkness, and Dave’s words seem to fall from his mouth. It was too dark, his flashlight was weak, and he wouldn’t be able to find the culprit in the blackness. There was no sign of him. What should Dave do now? Should he try to call for help? Get the manager to unlock the door and possibly let Cameron escape?
A loud thump came from behind Dave, and the flashlight revealed Judy on the floor, unconscious. Cameron had a long metal stick most police officers had on hand, it was part of the tool belt he had in uniform. That was the weapon used.
Dave yelled at Mr. Ka-Ching, “Cameron! Cameron did it! I found the keychain he bought at the gift shop near Avery!”
Dave heard footsteps behind him. He spun and blocked Cameron’s blow, and the flashlight illuminated Cameron’s face. It looked terrifying. His hair was messy, his eyes were red and wide, and sweat dripped on his face. Dave felt sickened. His own partner… Dave trained Cameron himself! How? Why? The betrayal hurt. But he had to save the day.
Dave heard sirens in the distance. The police are here! But he needed to catch Cameron, or calm him down, or else Dave would look like the enemy. Kallie shrieked, and Mr. Ka-Ching held on to her, both looking scared, Kallie more so.
Dave threw Cameron off of him, and he could hear the banging of footsteps coming towards the door. This was it! He had to capture Cameron now, or else!
They rolled on the floor, as Dave looked at the man he once saw as a friend. Cameron pushed Dave off and ran for the door, Dave overcame him and knocked him back down. He could hear banging on the door. It was hard, Cameron always Dave in arm wrestles, but this was for justice.
Dave was on top, then Cameron. Dave’s dead slammed into the ground. He heard yelling on the other side of the door. They rolled over, and Dave was on top, handcuffs in hand ready to arrest Cameron. It was tough, and Cameron struggled a lot, but the handcuffs were put on and all was settled right as the door swung open, blinding everyone inside.
Everyone filed out into the blinding light, and Kallie ran up to Dave saying, “Oh! You have my keychain! Daddy bought it for me!” Dave’s heart stopped. Mr. Ka-Ching? The keychain was Mr. Ka-Chings? They both have a shoe match, they both have the same keychain, and they both have the means to do the crime. So, who was it?
Dave looked up at Mr. Ka-Ching, who looked terrified. He slowly backed away, holding his hands in the air, “Now… I didn’t do anything. Especially with Kallie around. You think I would do that with Kallie around?”
A sinking sensation in Dave’s stomach came as he questioned if his hope that Mr. Ka-Ching was not a criminal could have gotten in the way of his investigation.
Dave’s heart pounded as he looked over to Cameron, his friend he could have accidentally put in jail. Cameron fought against the police. He spat. He glared at Dave and yelled, “You! It’s all your fault! I’ll find you! I will! You’ll never be safe again!!”
Then, Cameron got loose, and he lunged at Dave, knocking him down again. For long seconds Dave stayed pinned under Cameron, in pure fear. Dave’s head slammed on the ground, and his vision filled with stars, his eyes with tears from the searing pain.
The police got him off, and Dave stayed on the ground, breathing heavily. This was not how he imagined today to go.
Dave got up and warily told the cops to search for something long and heavy on Cameron. They did, and Cameron was sent to prison for attacking multiple innocent citizens. Medics came and collected Avery and Judy, and did a check-up on Dave. Apart from a few bruises, Dave was okay.
Dave, Mr. Ka-Ching, and Kallie all stood, tired and relieved. It was over, they could go home in peace. Mr. Ka-Ching walked to Dave, and thanked him, “You’re a lifesaver. If you hadn’t found out it was Cameron or had the open mind to believe it was your own partner, who knows what could’ve happened to us, What could’ve happened to Kallie?”
Dave smiled, “I’m glad to help, it’s my job anyways.”
“I’ll definitely send a good report to your boss. Where’s your station anyway?” After exchanging some words with Mr. Ka-Ching and Kallie, Dave went home, sore from the crazy day.
A few weeks later, Dave was sitting in his living room reading the local newspaper. He sipped his coffee and enjoyed the paid vacation his boss gave him for the case a few weeks before. He was even in last week's newspaper, thanks to Avery Attitude, who described him as, “the detective that saved her life,” though a little exaggerated, he wouldn’t pass the opportunity to be in the news. Avery was now starting her farm, and her fans are flocking to her reality TV show about the farm. Kyle Ka-Ching and Kallie are doing fine, and their business in keychains is doing splendidly. Kyle, (he insisted to be called Kyle) has recently opened his own art gallery, which has been really popular. Judy and her missions trip with the high schoolers has just about ended, and she’s doing a better job keeping track of her health. Her side shoe company has even gotten sponsored by Kyle’s keychain company.
As Dave turned the page, a large heading read, “MAN ACCUSED OF ATTACKING AVERY ATTITUDE ESCAPES FROM PRISON, VIDEO FOOTAGE OF HIM ‘PROMISING REVENGE’ TO THE ONE WHO PUT HIM THERE” Dave froze, realizing that meant him. A crazy criminal was after him.
There was a knock on the door. Dave sat still. Another knock sounded, louder and longer this time.
Slowly, Dave got out of his chair as the knocking persisted, and he looked through the peephole. His heart almost stopped. Cameron Case was outside of his door, yelling and banging on the fragile wooden board. Cameron yelled, “Open up Dave! Or do you even call yourself a detective?! Open the dang door!”
Dave, being a reasonable person, called the cops. And he would’ve been safe. That is if Cameron hadn’t looked through the window. Dave locked eyes with Cameron.
As they stared, Dave thought that this had to be a dream. It had to. He thought he was safe, right? Then Dave asked, “Why did you attack her?”
Cameron stared and said, “She betrayed all her fans…”
After that, the cops came and took him away. Thank goodness he was gone. He was obviously crazy. To attack someone for a decision that was their own to make? Dave shivered. He was glad it was finally over. He hoped it was finally over. Laying in bed, Dave stared at the ceiling, glad that whatever decision he made wasn’t going to be broadcasted to the world, and anger a bunch of people. No wonder Avery wanted to quit, Dave would’ve too. He sighed. He really just hoped it was over.

REQUIREMENTS
Go through this project and complete what it asks

TOTAL WORD COUNT:
Planning/Outline: 620
Story: 2,587
TOTAL: 3,207 WOOOO!!

TASK 1

TheBibliophile7 wrote:

“why hello there!” reese exclaims upon seeing the approaching angie. “ you’ve come to the right place.” she grins, and retrieves a piece of paper from her pocket. “i have a task for you: write 500 words about the origin of the rebellion. where did it begin? how?” she passes you the paper. “and good luck!”
(Link for proof of task received)

Task Completion:

My sister. My sister! My little sister is missing? I stared in disbelief at the cops standing at my door, the missing poster dropped from my hand. This felt unreal. It was a dream, it had to be.“I-I'm sorry?” Maybe I heard them wrong.
The police officers stood awkwardly in front of me, the one who said those wretched words was young too, he must be new at the job. He probably hasn't gotten to do many of these before. He rubbed the back of his neck, and said, “We were informed you're the closest living relative of Brooke, your sister has um- well, she's- she's gone missing.”
“Oh.”
“We're doing our best to find her, but we don't have any idea where she might've gone, no clues, nothing. If we don't have a lead by next week we will have to uh- cancel her search…” He said those last words regretfully, and hung his head.
“It's not your fault.” I put on a fake smile, “Thank you for telling me, do you want anything else?” Please say no.
“N-no, um, goodnight Miss.” I shut the door. I slowly fell to the ground. I cried.

When we were younger, I argued with my sister often. We could barely stand each other. I hated it. No, I didn’t hate her, I hated how we never got along. I wanted to, really, but we were so different. Once we got older, things changed. Once she was in highschool, we were friendly and respectful to each other. Once we were in college, we were best of friends. I could remember her as a baby. Her as a toddler. A confused teen. A hard working college student, passionate and full of life. And now she’s gone. My best friend, my sister, is gone.

Once I had stopped crying, I went to my computer. I didn't care what kind of a maniac I was acting like, but I searched the web back and forth. There have been many kidnappings recently. No real connections between the victims except for the area though. I dove deeper, I got a map out and marked where each person lived, starting with Brooke.
A little boy named Ollie. A teen named Emily. A mother named Aria. An uncle named Jake. One person after another, ranging in age from 8 to 41, these people had nothing in common.
As I marked the last house on the map, my jaw dropped. The placings of each house make a picture. A winking face looking up at me, taunting me. My sister's apartment opened with the most recent victim.
A sick feeling overcame me. They were all connected. It was no longer a conspiracy, it was fact. I needed to do something. I needed to stop this. When would it end? What happened to the people? Are they alive? Someone has to do something! I could report this to the cops- no, they would think me crazy. I could post it online- no, they would think it's fake. I could- I should- can- will-
I'll start a rebellion.

TASK 2

dsjlin wrote:

“Yes!” says Raya. “Come to my castle. I have something written for you!” She leads you into a bishop-like structure, to a table filled with scrolls. “It's around here somewhere…” she flips through a tea-stained notebook. “Here!” She hands you a scroll and hurries up some stairs, leaving you there. The scroll reads: “Pigs fly at midnight. Write using this prompt for nine minutes. Is this a code? A prophecy? Whatever you write, make sure to share with your leaders when you're done!”
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Task Completion:

Pigs fly at midnight. Was it a code? The torn piece of paper taunted me with its swirly stuck up handwriting. I dug through the ashes some more. We had found burnt evidence in the offices of the building, and I was determined to find out the secrets it kept. I found another piece of paper. It looked like it was the left side of the first, and the entire thing read, “Mission 2319: Pigs fly at Midnight” Is something going to happen at midnight? Some devastating cataclysmic event? My mind raced. In the labs, there seemed to be weird genetic devices… In the cell, it seemed as if monsters had clawed the remaining wall-paper. In negotiations, we could barely decipher the messages we found. Pigs fly at midnight… What could it mean? What does it mean? I raced down the halls and held the pieces of paper up. “I found something!” I shouted. People gathered around including the 3 leaders of our rebellion, “It says, ‘Mission 2319: Pigs fly at Midnight’. It was part of that pile of ash from the burnt evidence, I think it was some sort of notebook or letter,” The people congratulated me, but I didn’t pay attention. I was bothered. What does it mean? Dread overcame me. Midnight wasn’t too far away, and if it wasn’t tonight, then it could be the next night or the next night or- I should stop thinking about this. No, I needed to keep searching. I ran back down the hall, and carefully sifted the remaining ashes. I didn’t think about anything else. The adrenaline overcame me, and I worked, I panicked, I cried out of frustration. Then, a leader came behind me. “How about you go get some rest? You seem stressed.” I turned around, and she smiled. She continued, “I could search through that for you?” I sighed. Now that I paid attention, I felt very tired. I stumbled into my bed, but I didn’t sleep until hours later. I dreamt about Pigs flying at midnight.

TASK 3

ForestPanther wrote:

ohhh yess! have a go at interviewing anything (person or animal or object) and write a newspaper article about what it said. if you want, format it like a newspaper it can be as dumb as you like, or really serious! 500 words min =00 and make sure to report back to your leaders when your done! enjoy <3
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Everyone in the Horror cabin is probably wanting more information on the rebellion. We got “rescued” from being kidnapped, discovered strange weapons and deadly purple ooze, found proof the government is to blame, our dear Ris passed due to her “trip”, and the government is attacking! We have a right to ask a few questions. What information do we have? How did the rebellion start? Who started it? Why? Our reporter, WeirdlyAngie, decided to find out. On March 28 at 6:30 P.M. UTC, we interviewed one of our dear leaders, Mouse, and got more information you will want to see. First, we started asking about the basics of the rebellion itself. When asked how long the rebellion has been running, Mouse replied, “I'm not entirely sure, but I think about three weeks before we kidn– I mean you joined us.” Obviously, this “kidn–” slip up raises a few eyebrows. Are they the kidnappers? Or was it a simple slip up due to the fact that our “rescue” seemed awfully like a kidnapping? We then asked how it formed, and who formed it, Mouse said, “It all started with Alyssa. She then enlisted Sein and Ris, and a week before you joined us, Ris enlisted me. Alyssa started it to stop the kidnappings and keep people safe.” The reporter couldn’t tell if Mouse was hiding information or not, so she asked, “What made you think it was the government in the first place? And what was your motivation to join?” Mouse replied, “We didn't know it was the government. We just knew people were being kidnapped. I joined because I want to help people and stop the kidnappings. I never realized it could be a government conspiracy!” Of course the government involvement was terribly shocking. Our enemies became much bigger than we originally thought we were up against. Comparing the government’s power and the rebellions, our chances are low. When asked about information learned, Mouse said, “Well, we learned that the building we're squatting in belonged to the government. We know that they're doing the kidnappings. We know that they know where we are.” The war raged around Mouse and Angie as this conversation went, “We also know the purple substance in Labs is hazardous.” A moment of silence for Ris, Although her ghost is haunting us to no end. Much information has been gathered, but there are still many gaps missing. When asked about personal opinions, Mouse took a very neutral, strong approach, ”I honestly don't mind it. As long as we come out on top… it would be worth it. And on my theories? I don't have theories. I have facts." They seem very trustworthy, but there are holes in the story. What does the government want? What was this facility used for? Why did the rebellion have the list of victims? Is the rebellion completely innocent? For now, WeirdlyAngiePress urges fellow Horrorians to fight the government! Do your tasks assigned by co-leaders! Perhaps our questions will be answered after the war, only time will tell. But for now, fight on!

WORD COUNT:
Task 1: 515
Task 2: 340
Task 3: 514
TOTAL: 1369