Nightmist: Hello there, Herd Nerds!
Starbeam: As you know, we have been requested by Starleaf to divert a little bit from roleplaying...
Nightmist: So we have an idea!
Starbeam: A great idea!
Nightmist: A writing idea!
Moondancer: A what?
Nightmist & Starbeam: AN IDEA!!!
Moondancer: oof.....
Nightmist: Anyways, Misty and her cousin want to share their challenge with you all to keep your creative ideas flowing, and get your fingers typing! :D
Starbeam: Yeah! We want you guys to be included in this, and we’re about to explain this thing full heartedly!
Hey there guys, it’s Misty, and this is a collaborative post with my cousin, Starbeam. Recently, both of our countries have been struck with the corona virus, and thus, our schools have been cancelled. But, to keep ourselves from being lonely and possibly depressed, we have decided to write short stories every week!
But, a challenge’s no fun without lots of people in it, so we thought we’d also hold a separate challenge for you guys! (If you’re interested, that is. )
So, here’s the idea: Each week on every Tuesday, there will be a new post for this challenge. The challenge is to use a hook, or the first sentence of your short story, that we provide to you. I encourage, if you have the book we use, DO NOT READ THE STORY!!! This may prohibit your creative ideas! I also encourage not to get discouraged or have a doubt in your idea by not reading the stories already posted on here until yours is finished. Now, here’s the hook for this week:
The evening air smelled pleasantly of a fresh grave. -First sentence of Chapter One, The Bone Houses by Emily Lloyd-Jones.
Now, here are the three elements my mother has used in the past for writing short stories:
Exposition: Explaining your story, the facts, the telling.
Narration: The story itself, characters doing things, actual unfolding of the scenes. Think as like a voice over in a tv-show.
Description: Describing the story and its details.
Now, there will be prizes drawn by either me or Starbeam.
1st Place Prize: A full body drawing or scene of any character, your choice of traditional or digital.
2nd Place Prize: A drawing of any character, traditional.
3rd Place Prize: A headshot of an original TGH character, traditional.
Participation: A feather drawing of any character of your choosing.
Now, how will we judge the story, you ask? I, Misty, will judge on plot structure, and Starbeam will look for character development and description. Now, keep in mind, whenever it is a human judging some creative thing, a lot of biased thoughts are brought into the equation; for instance, I prefer young adult fantasy or romance. If you don’t write in that, already I may not like the genre.
But, since all of these stories should be written in the TGH universe, I like it xD. Have fun guys, and don’t take this too seriously! I have no experience judging on writing things, but I do know what good writing should look and feel like from reading too many books. This is PRACTICE! Nothing more! Please do not be ashamed or anything, that would just be silly.
PS. (If you were to look back through my roleplay comments a while ago, they aren’t that pretty at all heheh )
Please have fun and enjoy!
Your Friends,
Starbeam and Nightmist
<3
Where do we put the short story? Not that i'm finished! But this challenge looks interesting
Do we put a link here or something?
Yes, but if you do that, then make sure it’s not on edit mode. You can copy and paste it here, though, if that‘s easier.
I think it would be easier to just put a link here
Such a great idea! So, these should all be set in Anok?
Yeah, but, there may be a special week (if you guys allow) in which you can write about ANYTHING you want! (The reason why is because of how small the TGH universe is xd )
Can I assume both Stormfrost and Brightriver are joining?
Totally!
Yeah just don't make the short story too long!
Yikes. That part will be hard. By the way,
Huh? No, that is Narration. Conflict is a subcategory of narration, I believe.
Also, there are different elements when it is a short story and not an actual book; for instance, a short story is like one chapter of a book. Each chapter of a book, are like little short stories.
MUST join!!! I love to write! So will we use canon characters or OCs?
Umm, I would prefer to stray away from canon characters, because, idk, but it is not strictly a rule. You can use them, I just wouldn’t base the ENTIRE story around them and their problem.
idk if I'm going to join, bc I'm working on my own fan fic right now
That’s fine, you don’t have to do it! I’m just hoping to encourage you guys to write more xD (Although, we already do that enough when roleplaying )
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UC57yNT1dngbn8tyAJjqZVDxHtReisOkJI4PRUPxZa4/edit?usp=sharing
I might join, it just depends on my life, which is like doing nothing
I am in, I started on a story, but it got deleted!!😭😭
oooof
The evening air smelled pleasantly of a fresh grave, rain pattered down on the smooth gravestone, a girl, with a black umbrella stood by the grave, tears joined the rain.
The wind whistled through the trees, the girl looked up, and seemed to recognize something, or someone.
“We’re going to get you Rose,” a voice whispered.
* * *
Rose immediately awoke she caressed her head with her hand, it was one of her usual nightmares.
Her mother had died, she died protecting her from her evil father, and now her father’s soldiers were hunting her, Rose had moved over ten times within the past three months.
She looked around at the near empty motel, she had fled her apartment in the middle of the night, because she had heard the soldiers coming down the roads.
Rose got out of the motel’s bed, and walked over to the mini fridge, she opened it and pulled out a bottle of water.
She opened the water and drank it all within a few seconds. She reached for her phone that was on the counter and looked at it, digital numbers reading 4:34 am Rose sighed and turned on her phone, she quickly dialed up her best friend, Nora.
The phone buzzed a few times until someone answered.
“What is it Rose?” A tired voice said, “It’s like four in the morning.”
Rose breathed a sigh of relief, “Just, another nightmare,” Rose heard the ruffling of bed sheets on the phone.
“Are you safe?” Nora asked.
“I should b-“ Rose broke off as she heard the rattling of the door handle.
“What’s that!” Nora asked over the phone her voice was full of panic.
The door burst open before Rose could answer, and men surrounded her, they worked fast, gagging her, then binding her arms behind her back.
“ROSE! ROSE ARE YOU ALRIGHT!” Nora shouted.
One of the soldiers, walked over to Rose’s phone, he bent over picked it up, and easily smashed it with is hand.
The solders carried Rose to a dark van, they threw her into the trunk, then closed it, darkness enveloped Rose.