strang3rthing wrote:

Question, but do I add my writing in here or in a new post? (Sorry for the dumb question-)

sakurakitty0212 wrote:

Weekly for sci fi by Dalia

part 1 - 189 words
part 2 - set is on my set acc @cyberhrtz
part 3 - 1123 words
part 4 - 332 words
total - 1644 words (I wrote way more than required )

part 1 - Script Cabin Storyline:
Tonight is the night of the drama society's big production. Earlier on in the year you had tried out for the main role but alas, you were given the role of understudy. You hear a knock at the dressing room door and suddenly turn around. “Who is it?” You call out since you don't have long till its time to go out on stage and perform. “Can I come in?” A girl's voice asks and you open the door to reveal one of the girls, Dalia in the drama club. “I know that you were cast as the understudy for the lead role and we really need you to go on tonight. The main lead got sick and we have had a bunch of mishaps with the set. Can you please help?” She asks and grabs the costume and hands it to you. “Okay, I'll do it, let me pull on the costume and fix my hair.” You say and slide on the costume. “Come on, we can't be too late.” Dalia says and grabs your hand to lead you along. This is sure to be an interesting performance.

part 2 - Aesthetic Set:
@cyberhrtz (my set acc). Its the most recent set posted

part 3 - My Shot Parody:
I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey everybody, i'm just a theater kid
I'm young, ready, and willing
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I'mma get a lead role in the play
I probably shouldn't brag, but dang, I amaze and astonish everyone
The problem is I got a lot of talent but no luck
I gotta sing loud just to be heard
With every line, I drop promise
I'm a diamond in the rough, a rose waiting to bloom
Tryna reach my goal the main lead, unstoppable
Only thirteen but my ability is stronger
These stage floors getting warmer, I take on
Every challenge, every trial
I have learned to manage, but I don't have a leg to stand on
I walk these streets searching for a big break
The plan is to keep on trying through the performance
But dang, it's getting dark, so let me spell out why im here
I am from the S-C-R-I-P-T-C-A-B-I-N and we are meant to be
A cabin that changes the game
Meanwhile, our enemy cabin keeps putting us down endlessly
Essentially, they war us miserably
Then other cabins turns around, gaining lots of points
it seems like we will never be first
So there will be a fight to win the war
write with me (they are probably crazy)
Don't be shocked when you see our name at the top
I will write pages and pages to win for free
Eventually, you'll see it pay off
And I am not throwin' away my shot (my shot)
I am not throwin' away my shot (my shot)
Hey everybody, i'm just a theater kid
I'm young, ready, and willing
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey everybody, i'm just a theater kid
I'm young, ready and willing
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
It's time to take a shot
I dream of life where I can have the lead role and be on top
The unrest on stage will lead to chaos
Acting how you say, how you, oh, acting?
When I perform, it causes everyone to scatter
With my, shot
Hey, I'm just a theater kid
And I got the ability and I just need some help (needs some help)
I'm joining the script cabin ‘cause I know it’s my chance
To make an advance, instead of being in last (woo)
I'm gonna take a shot
And but we'll never truly shine
Until we perform they cant see our talent
You and I
now or never
Don't wait jump on the bandwagon
We are rolling their way
Have another shot
listen now friends
You keep on your toes looking for opportunities
I'm with you, I know you will shine
You've got to be vigilant
If you talk, choose your words wisely
remember you lines
Theater kids, tonight is the performance
I think your costume looks great
Tech, I love what you did
Let's hatch a plan, stay out of trouble
We need the opening night to run smoothly
When we speak the other cabins listen
A force like a hurricane to great to be ignored
Give me a position, show me what to do and Ill show the way
Oh, am I singing too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, so pumped to be on the stage
I never met any campers like you
I promise that I'll make ya'll super proud
Let's get this kid in the spotlight
I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey everybody, i'm just a theater kid
I'm young, ready and willing
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey everybody, im just a theater kid
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ayy, whoa (woo), whoa
let the sound ring (yeah)
Let's go go go
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I said sing it all the way to the back rows
Whoa, whoa, whoa
sing all the way to the back rows
Whoa, whoa, whoa
A-come on (yeah)
Come on, let's go
stand up, take a bow
When your in this business you know how to, you stand up
Tell the other actors to stand up
Tell the tech to stand up
When are these kids gonna rise up? (Whoa, whoa)
When are these kids gonna rise up? (Whoa)
When are these kids gonna rise up? (Whoa)
When are these kids gonna rise up?
Stand up, take a bow
I imagine that spotlight so much it feels real
When's it gonna be my time?
How much do I have to write?
One day is my time coming?
Will I be on that stage finally?
See, I never thought that script cabin would make it this far
Where I started at and where I am now
Ask anybody that we are living fast and moving quick
We have to seize the moment
Cross that out this isn't moment, it's a movement among us
Don't we all have something to prove?
enemy cabins oppose us, we take our stand
We come in like a tide, claiming our land
And when we get through the performance
the world is gonna know our name
Or will it just fall to pieces?
No, I know that we can mark our place
I've been studying scripts and writing the dalies
We need to write that weekly now to get the points
Are we a cabin united? or a cabin divided?
I'm past taking our time waiting for word wars and cabin wars
Every action we take has an equal and opposite reaction
So lets cause a scene and create a commotion
thinking like this till the end of the session
And I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey everybody, i'm just a theater kid
I'm young, ready and willing
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
We're gonna stand up, take a bow
I am not throwin' away my shot (time to take a shot)
We're gonna stand up, take a bow
I am not throwin' away my shot (time to take a shot)
We're gonna, stand up, stand up take a bow
It's time to take a shot
stand up, stand up take a bow
It's time to take a shot
Stand up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
Ay, yo, it's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwin' away my
Not throwin' away my shot!

part 4 - Story Set In The Cabin:
The first thing that went wrong that night was the costumes. The freshmen had somehow managed to spill something dark that almost looked like ink from a pen all over the basketball uniforms. “This dress rehearsal better not be a train wreck.” Alana muttered from where she sat in the corner stretching. “We need this to run smoothly for opening night.” Everybody else nearby nodded their heads in agreement. In the middle of Status Quo is when the next big mishap came around. “aah!” Dalia screamed as she ran out of the way of the big East High sign as it came crashing down to the ground. Her Sharpay hat falls to the ground and she scrambles to pick it up. “Why is the set falling down?” she asks in an irritated tone and backs away from the damage. Some of the tech kids come up with tools to put it back in place and hopefully make it stay in place this time. “Chop chop children, we need to get back on schedule.” The drama club teacher Mrs. Yume says to everyone and waves them back onto stage once everything is fixed. The scene continues as normal and everyone sounds fine. Everything on set is okay for the next twenty minutes until Mildred who was playing Taylor tripped while they were doing a scene with the mathletes. “Ow! Ow! I think I twisted my ankle.” She says with a grimace of pain and Chocolate comes over to help take her to the nurse to get it checked. Leo walks over to one of the stables and stands on top of it. “Hey everybody!” She shouts and looks around and waits till she has all of their attention. “So everything has gone wrong today? We just need to keep going! It’s only a dress rehearsal. We will get better with each run through.” Everybody cheers and shouts at her words and she smiles. Maybe the dress rehearsal won’t be too bad after all.

The sailor, his face grimy and weary

The man hurriedly slicked forward (imagine in the opposite direction) his hair with a whale-tooth hair separating thing, squinting at his stained reflection in the stained and cracked glass plate on the wall.

Alfalfa78 wrote:

Daily!
I used Tidal Wave by Owl City <3

Beatrix stared blankly at the mirror, her golden eyes having lost their normal sheen. She was thinking of Liam, as much as she didn't want to admit it. She missed him when she thought of him.

Her heart ached faintly - a dull throb if she bothered to pay attention to it.

She missed his smile, and his inability to understand sarcasm.

She missed his laugh, and his dumb jokes.

But most of all she missed him.

She desperately wished she knew where he was now, what he was doing. But the galaxy was so big. She wished she could just click a button and hear him again.

Her reflection was blurry.

She let out a choked wet gasp and wiped at her eyes, getting the bandages on her hand wet. She wasn't crying. That was stupid. She was supposed to be calm and collected. The perfect Jedi.

Crying was for the weak. The ones who whined “life's not fair!”

She wasn't one of those people. She was strong - a survivor. She had lived by herself on the streets for years. Life wasn't fair, it never was. And it never seemed to give her a good hand.

-

Bea wished the stupid doors weren't the automatic sliding kind, that way she could slam the dumb thing. Her hands were shaking.

She had found him.

She had finally found him.

After five long, lonely years.

She had found him.

She had tried to reignite their friendship. So that they could have what they had once, all those years ago.

But he had thrown it to the side, like an old broken toy, something he didn't want anymore.

He had replaced her with someone new, someone “better.”

She slid down to the floor.

She had made the mistake of trusting someone.

She had offered her heart out to him, on a silver gleaming platter.

He had taken it - inspected it with a bored expression. And torn it in two.

That was why she never trusted anyone.

Her trust had ended up being broken.

Every.

Single.

Time.

Out of the city, where the edge of the land shrinks away from the sea and the landscape is full of towering pine trees and matching hills, there rests the sleepy village of Eldrdel. The children of Eldrdel stay within the walls of the town- the forest is not safe for the young.

Perhaps it’s a myth, or a result of fear- but any children who make it into the trees come back changed. Different. Blabbering about a bird with wings larger than the whole town, and a hare that sits on a treestump. Watching, waiting- while wings spread behind it in a halo of feathers.

Did I say those who come back? They are boring. The true story lies in those who don’t, and are instead taken down, down, deep into the earth where the rabbit’s warren stretches in an endless twisting maze of tunnels.

Harpy, Hare, where have you buried all your children?

Deep beneath your very feet, stranger.

Perhaps it is a blessing, for those taken. After all, who wouldn’t want eternal youth- years to play and chase and run as if it’s just been moments?

But good things don’t last for ever, and slowly, surely, the children change.

The fastest grow shorter, quicker. Their ears grow and their feet snap against the earth, and soon they too are hares, ready to emerge to the surface once more. The town is not their own, anymore. Their home is the warren.

But not all of the children become hares. Others find themselves waking covered in feathers, with beaks sharp as blades. And they throw back their heads in a laughing caw, because isn’t it every child’s wish to fly?

Harpy, hare, where have you buried all your children?

We are right before you, dear stranger.

So when you hear the pounds of a million tiny feet against the dirt in the depth of night, or the swoop of unseen wings above your heads, take a moment to remember. Remember the whispers of the fearful in the night. Remember the words of those stolen. And remember them- the harpies, and the hares.