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 Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 1:05 pm
Creative Writing
Taught by: Emery. for all stages in the Academy. Rules:
Please only post when the title states a class is open.
You may enter only four Nightmare's per stage at a time!
Look below to see which activity is available for your character, and pick the appropriate activity for your Nightmares stage.
Do not claim growth points for your Nightmare until the class is over and Yushika has quoted you stating you have passed.
Should you do the assignment incorrectly they you will be quoted stating you did not place the class.
When your character turns in their homework assignment you should write a small in-character RP response of them handing the homework to Emery. Any length can do.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 1:09 pm
Class Activities You may enter four characters per stage! Please remember to always keep responses in-character for this class! Should you fail the class you may immediately try again once new activities are open!
Feel free to have your characters RP in this thread as if they're in class! Please don't quote Yushika when you are turning your homework in. Use the form placed under each prompt to enter for class participation/points.
Opens: September 11th, 2016
Closes: Last day of the month
Juniors:
Homework: Have your junior write about waking up in a world different from their own! Make sure it's at least 150 words, and in-character!
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Nightmare:[/b]
[b]Prompt Answer:[/b]
Seniors:
Homework: All students were asked to write a poem. Have your student roll a 20-sided die. If they roll above 8, they presented their poem acceptably! If they rolled 8 or below you may try again.
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Nightmare:[/b]
[b]Prompt Answer:[/b]
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 1:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 6:17 am
 Username: itsie bitsie spider
Nightmare: Malachi
Entry: Oh gosh... Malachi sure was beginning to question why he let himself take another creative class. He was always all over while trying to find new ways to learn, but creative classes always made him nervous. He listened to Miss Emery give them their assignment. Hmm... Telling them about Tonki? Maybe he could do something like that... Pulling his notebook and pencil out, he began to ponder what to write, absentmindedly chewing on the pencil in his hold. At least if he wrote something before speaking, he might feel more comfortable speaking. Maybe. After spending a little while writing out what he wanted to say, he raised his hand then stood up. Voice quiet and shaky, he started to read his paper.
"M... my stuffed animal is named Tonki. He's a pegicorn. It's what we decided together. We met before I... I got adopted. He's been my best friend since we met. Well, aside from Hailey, that is! She's my bestest friend." he clarified, thought hoping Tonki wouldn't take it the wrong way. "One of my favorite times with Tonki is one night where we made a blanket fort with Hailey. Tonki was more of the designer than me and her. Hailey and I were the brawn." he said with a giggle since he's more brainy and not used to thinking of himself otherwise. "And after we got our fort set up, we got popcorn and books and a flashlight, and spent forever in our fort. We even got in trouble for being a little noisy cause Hailey and Tonki wouldn't stop laughing... but it was after lights out, so we had to stop reading and go to bed." Wriggling as he worried, having very much deviated from his written story, he took a deep breath and tried to finish up. "So when Hailey had to go back to her own room, me and Tonki snuggled up in the fort and went to sleep, though he was kind of a bed hog..."
Malachi quickly sat down when he was as close to done as he could be. That didn't feel anything like what he thought he was supposed to do. Oh gosh... he was so nervous he could almost cry. Rubbing his finger under his nose after he sniffled, Malachi shrunk down to kind of hide himself in his sweater. He wished Tonki was there to hug him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 4:59 pm
 Username: Geyser Eelborn Nightmare: Anchriesel Prompt Answer:Once there was a little stuffed bear who wanted to be real. He had a Nightmare who took care of him, who held him at night every night and kept him warm and safe. He went everywhere with his Nightmare, but he was not satisfied. He wanted to be a real bear, like his Nightmare read about in books. Real bears walked in the woods and ate honey; they climbed trees and they caught fish. He wanted to do all of those things, not just sit by with his Nightmare all the time.
One night, when the moon was full and bright, the stuffed bear crawled out of his Nightmare’s arms and made a wish on the full moon. He wished to be a real bear—one that could walk and eat and climb and catch. When his wish was made, he crawled back under the covers and into his Nightmare’s arms.
When the Nightmare woke up the next morning, they clutched the bear to their heart. “I had the strangest dream last night,” they said. “I dreamed that you wanted to be a real bear so that you could live as real bears do. I know it was just a dream, but it felt so real!” They held the stuffed bear out at arm’s length and peered at him to and fro. “If you want to walk in the woods, we can. I can take you up trees, help you find all of the footholds. If you’d like, I could take you to the stream, and we can catch fish. I can’t help you eat honey—but if you’d like, we can try.”
The stuffed bear was not a real bear. But he had a heart, and in that heart was a Nightmare, and they made him real.Chries sighed. They wanted to write this story, but there wasn't enough time to make it right. He knew that its ending didn't conclude much, but he had no idea how to salvage it. He sighed and turned it in. He was sure to give Honey-Bear, his old stuffed bear, a squeeze of the paw when he got back to his seat. His beloved companion was tucked away safe in his backpack.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 11:08 pm
 Username: Lavender Hues Nightmare: Zephyr Prompt Answer:Zephyr was convinced he was ill when he signed up to take this elective. Maybe he hadn't slept very well the night before and forgot that he wasn't good at creative writing, or maybe he simply wanted to torment himself a little bit more than usual. Whatever the reason, there he was, staring at a blank piece of paper and a prompt. The idea sounded all fine and good, even easy, but he knew that there had to be some way for him to do terribly at this. There just had to be.
"I once had a Nezubat plushie that came alive at midnight. It lived underneath my bed most of the time, eating the many things that rolled under there, and occasionally crawled on top to check on me while I slept. Many of my socks and beloved bouncy balls fell prey to this menace, but it was clear that this silly old thing meant no harm to me. I often found it snuggled up next to me in the morning, or a top my head if it felt like keeping me warm. Even though I found it weird, and even frightening at times, I kept it because I was fond of it, and tried my best to get used to it.
Then, early one rainy morning, the window in my bedroom came cracking open and the plushie flew out after a bunch of real Nezubats. Perhaps it aspired to become what it truly thought it was, or maybe it finally got sick of eating all of my dirty gym socks. Regardless of reason, I never did find that plushie after it jumped out my window, and I like to think it's happily flying around with it's group to this very day."
He leaned back once he'd finished writing and made a face. Ugh, did he actually enjoy writing this? Maybe he really was getting sick. He'd have to tell his roommate when he got back to get a thermometer or something. But, for now, he had to hand this in and hope it came back with a good enough grade so he wouldn't need to come back and write a sequel.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 1:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 7:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 5:25 pm
Annnnnnnd this round is being redone again! Still open!
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 1:06 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 3:46 pm
 Username: Katsura Zanshin Nightmare: Kieran Entry: It could be a fiction? Ha, too easy. "It's funny you should ask about my little tiger plush." Kieran said with a sly grin, cuddling their plushie close. "Doesn't it seem so cute and innocent with its little blush markings on its cheeks? Well, it's all a ruse. This particular plush is haunted. At night, its eyes glow eerily in the darkness, you can hear the sounds of it breathing, the sounds of huge, heavy paws padding around the bedroom. And, if you're brave enough to look out from under the blankets, you can see that it doesn't stay in the place you put it." Kie looked around at their classmates and pat the plush on its head. "Many a time this tiger has almost eaten me and my sister whole. Luckily, there's a little spell you can say to get the monster to turn back into a toy." He left it at that; definitely not going to share the key to getting away from any nightmares their story spawned.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 3:59 pm
 Username: Katsura Zanshin Nightmare: Frostbite Entry: Frost held his blue reindeer plush up and showed the class. "This is Flurry; I've had him ever since I can remember, and he goes everywhere with me." Frost started to stroke the top of the plush's head as he smiled down at it. "My parents gave him to me, and they only take him away to wash the dirt out; he gets dirty a lot since he's always going for runs with me and climbing trees, and digging for treasure." Not that they'd ever found anything more than an old spoon, but still. "He also makes me feel better when I'm sad. He'll listen to everything I say, and he's almost always on my side, and most of all he gives big, comfy hugs. Also, he doesn't mind being used as a pillow." Frostbite smiled and hugged Flurry to his chest.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 12:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 1:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 7:49 pm
 Username: Midnightglow18 Nightmare: Aloe Prompt Answer: Aloe started writing her paper on becoming a nightmare, she quickly decided she wanted to become a chimera, just so she could understand them. The idea of having those leather wings was neat and so was that strong looking tail, Aloe then looked up Chimera culture in what she could find. She was interested in the idea of being taller, so she wrote. "I would love to be able to fly as a chimera, and to be taller and have stronger wings. I would also love to be able to breathe fire if that is really true." Then Aleo thought more on their culture "I think I would like the way their families are organized, I think my family is rather chaotic. Chimeras sound like a noble honorable race, though I haven't met one yet that treated me nicely, maybe I need to give Chimeras a better chance to show me their good side, rather than writing off the whole race." Aloe wrote honestly she had been so annoyed by the two Chimera she had met who had been mean to her. Aloe sighed "It seems sad that there is still such a gap between Chimeras and the daydream race, I hope I can get past that and make friends with a Chimera some day."
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