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Hello everyone!

I know, I know, it's been a loooong time since we've written anything on here.

I just wanted to give you guys a heads up on whats going on.

Kreate Konnect will be starting up soon (those who are interested already know what this is)

And we will be having another meeting in a few weeks for Creative Commons.

What I really wanted to give you was one word. And with this word I want you to try and come up with a paragraph.

"Silence"

This paragraph can be about anything to do with silence. So have at it! And feel free to post it and bring it with you at the next Creative Commons meeting!

-Leslie

NOVEMBER FIRST

WRITE NOW

NaNoWriMo

SAY you guys are we going to start having extra meetings this month in preparation for NaNoWriMo? Probably you guys haven't read my other blog, but if you did then you know that I've already started waking up at FIVE AM every morning to get writing time, no exceptions. I really think we can get our books done this year if we focus! Who's up for two workshops this month and three or four next month, aye? 

That is, of course, if Leslie is able to make it! Or we could just start making our workshops four hours long instead of two. Or we could have more meetings as I've already suggested. Or we could have online workshops. Or all three! 

BRING IT ON, YALL! LET'S FINISH WRITING THESE SUCKERS! 

(sry Alan ur not a sucker). 

OMG YOU GUYS

MICKEY MADE A SIMS MOVIE OF MY CHARACTERS GOING BOWLING!! I THOUGHT IT FIT THE THEME, SO HERE'S THE LINK TO IT: (SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS WHO;S WHO!)

http://media.putfile.com/Monty-Goes-Bowling

Write Off's

Allo everybody!

It's been awhile since I've been able to write on out blog.

I was just curious to see if everyone who wanted to write something had?

I know I would like to write something and I'll probably get on that ASAP. But It's been a little crazy in college.

How about this. We have until our next meeting to turn in a piece and then to critique the other pieces that have been written.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING TO BE ABLE TO CRITIQUE! BUT IF YOU WRITE SOMETHING YOU MUST CRITIQUE THE OTHER PIECES!

Good? gooooooood.

Ou next meeting is.....

Sunday, September 14

Has anyone else been having issues with the flow of creativity?

This is ridonculous. I can't seem to come up with anything.

d'aw, neko didn't finish. :( here's my progress though

(i was gunna end it with roger and leena making out in the parking lot or the car or something. i don't really like what i've got, to be honest. the tall guy and his woman are really monty and friesha, but i didn't have time enough to introduce them as such. enjoy).

IMPROV. ONE: THEY GO BOWLING.

Alan bent down to tie his sneakers. He felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. Leena seemed very excited at the opportunity to go bowling with them, but he couldn’t help wondering if taking Roger out was a bad idea. He hated public places and refused to go out unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Are you guys ready?”
Leena’s hand was perched on the handle of the door. Alan straightened up and Roger gave her a stiff nod, tightening the belt of his trench coat. She smiled and exited the house through the garage.
Roger was tense for the duration of the drive, his gaze fixated on the dashboard before him while he clutched his seat with white fingers. Leena tried to console him, saying that he ought to “loosen up the hinges” and giving his forearm an occasional rub. He kneaded the tip of an unlit cigarette between his teeth and said nothing.
Alan watched them for a while before retreating to his usual habit of looking out the window. A mellow sort of tune reached his ears from Leena’s stereo, and he wondered about what other types of music there was outside Roger's realm of heavy metal, which made up most of the music Alan had ever experienced. He thought that Leena’s affection was a bit unusual, considering that none of Roger's other girlfriend’s had ever shown him that sort of patience.
They arrived at the bowling alley within ten minutes. Luckily, it wasn’t crowded; there were only a few other groups there.
“Told you it wouldn’t be too full on a Monday afternoon,” Leena said, taking Roger’s hand. “We’ll be just fine.” He gave her another stiff nod and tightened his grip on Alan’s shoulder as a man walked past.
“Don’t go anywhere without my say so, kid,” Roger said to him as Leena began leading them to a front desk, “these places are crawling with pedophiles.”
Alan nodded.
“Three adults, please,” Leena said with a smile, lean forward against the counter.
The man behind it sighed. “Could you move your elbows?”
“What?”
“Get your elbows off the desk, miss.”
“Oh.” Leena’s face reddened. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, sure you are…”
“Those creeps are looking for kids like you, you know,” Roger went on, still addressing Alan without heeding the transaction between Leena and the man at the front desk, “The quiet boys who won’t say anything once it’s all over—,”
“Hey,” Leena pulled on Roger’s sleeve, “What’s your shoe size?”
He blinked. “No need to beat around the bush, Leena. If you wanted to know my size, for Pete’s sake, you could have just asked—,”
“I haven’t got all day, ma’am,” the man behind the counter said.
“It’s ---” Alan told him quickly, “and mine’s ---.”
“Don’t say that!” Roger grabbed Alan by the collar and whispered in his ear. “Dammit, kid, you don’t go around telling everyone what a man’s size is, for crying out loud!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you better be sorry. You’ll be sorry when we get home cuz—,”
“Come on, boys…” Leena led them away from the front desk with her head down.
Neither of them had been bowling before, and Leena spent a few minutes explaining it to them. All three were surprised by how well Alan took to it, the game had come quite naturally to him. Roger, however, found the entire game disturbing after his second turn and retreated to watch the rest of it from afar while smoking.
“Excuse me!”
Both Alan and Leena turned to see a man approaching Roger with his arms crossed; the same man whom they’d met at the front desk.
“Could you read the sign, sir? Are you literate?”
Roger raised an eyebrow. “What sign?”
“That one, sir!” the man said harshly, pointing behind them. Roger squinted and read the notice:
“No…. smocking.”
Alan gulped. This did not bode well.
“Don’t be a smartass!” the man plucked Roger’s cigarette from his fingers and threw it to the ground. “Take your drugs somewhere else!”
“My drugs?”
Alan faced Leena and was about to suggest that they leave, he expected that she would have said so before he did, however, she was watching the scene quite intently as though interested in what would happen next.
“Look, small fry,” Roger took a step closer to the man so that they were barely an inch apart and his voice lowered. “I’ve got to pick my battles, don’t I? I could spend my time clobbering bastards like you, or go around smoking my drugs wherever the hell I want.”
“Would both of you just chill?” a third man approached them with one arm encircled around the waist of a young woman with thick gold locks. He was wearing sunglasses and was at least several inches taller than Roger, who reached a good 6’ 2’’.

My entry for the Bowling write off :)

Hope I'm doing this right...

“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves and this is how it goes. I know a-”
“For the love of ink, Arkose, will you shut up?” Sekker snapped his book shut.
Arkose slumped over in his armchair, “But I’m so BORED!”
I held the bridge of my nose. Stuck in my house on a Saturday night wasn’t a good place to be. I looked up from my seat on the floor of the living room. “Find something to do, then.”
Ten golden seconds of silence.
“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybo-”
“Besides that,” I rolled my eyes.
“We could go out,” Izar suggested, “It’s not a school night.”
Merlin’s face lit up. “Ooh! Let’s go to the movies!”
I shook my head. “Can’t.”
Merlin frowned, “But I’m a teen... That’s where teens hang out, right?”
I shrugged. “Not enough money for all of us.”
“Well we could survive without popcorn,” Sekker shrugged. “That knocks twenty bucks off the bill right there.”
“What about bowling?” Arkose suggested.
Puzzlement crossed Merlin’s face, “...Bowling? What’s that?”
I gave a gasp of mock distress, “You’ve never been bowling?”
“No.” Merlin tilted his head, “What’s it involve?”
“We can explain later,” I stood and looked at the clock. “Oh...it’s nine. No bowling alley will be open.”
Arkose looked at the ceiling. “Not on earth it wouldn’t be...”
Sekker looked at him, “And just how would we get both Linnet and Merlin into Tierra Fabula?”
“A ticket!” Arkose smiled, “I can whip one up on the computer in a jiffy!”
“A legit one?” Izar raised an eyebrow.
Arkose ran to the computer and began typing, “Er, yeah...of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Within seconds the printer clacked into life and spat out a bright red ticket.
“All aboard!” Arkose said as he snatched it from the tray.
I stuck my head into the kitchen and found mom sitting down at the table, “We’re gonna go bowling in Tierra Fabula. Back by midnight okay?”
“Eleven.” Mom stirred her tea and smiled, “Have a good time!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“CNN? Come in CNN?” Merlin smacked the blue sphere he held in his hands, “Oh bother, this crystal ball is broken. Can’t even bring in a bloody news station.”
I laughed and took the bowling ball from him. I faced the alley, aimed and sent it careening down the waxed surface.
Merlin’s jaw dropped, “Are you mad, woman? Do you know how hard it is to find a crystal ball these days?”
“For the last time,” Sekker sighed, “You’re supposed to throw it.”
Merlin watched the pins teeter and fall over, scratching his head, “The logic of this game completely eludes me.”
“Nice throw, Lin.” Izar commented, adding six points to my score. In the lane next to us, a princess complained about bowling shoes. “You expect ME to wear those grody things? I bowl much better in glass slippers!”
Arkose stepped to the alley, threw the ball and leaned to the left, “Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh...YES! A strike! That’s one for the A-man!”
Sekker watched Arkose dance around, “Yes, very impressive. You managed to break twenty for once.”
I gave Sekker a playful shove, “You’re up, red.”
“I’ll show you how it’s done.” Sekker smirked, lining up the shot. He aimed and pulled back his arm. Right as he brought it forward, Arkose let out an entirely too-loud-to-be-accidental sneeze. The ball thudded into the gutter.
“Oh I see!” Merlin grinned, “The object of the game is to not hit any of the white sticks at all! Nice job, Sekker!”
Before Sekker could say anything, I interrupted, “Er, no. You’re supposed to knock all of them down.”
“Oh…” Merlin twiddled his thumbs.
Sekker rolled his eyes, “I’m going to get something to eat.”
Merlin looked at me, russet eyes as wide as a child’s on Christmas morning, “My turn?”
I nodded and handed him a silver bowling ball. He hefted it onto his shoulder and staggered to the line.
“Just throw it nice and easy.” Izar offered.
Merlin threw it all right. The ball bounced off the alley twice before rolling into the gutter.
“No, Merlin,” I managed past fits of laughter, “Roll it with force.”
Merlin turned back with a sheepish grin.
“Where’s Sekker gone off to?” Izar looked around.
“Oh he’s over at the snack bar flirting with some naiad or other,” Arkose jumped up, “I’ll go get him.” He bounced up to Sekker and tapped his shoulder. When the changeling didn’t react, Arkose seized Sekker’s ponytail and gave it a sharp tug.
Sekker glowered, but returned with him to the alley, glow fading.
“My turn!” Arkose chirped. His shot was a strike from the moment it left his fingers. That’s why my mouth dropped when, three feet from the pins, it inexplicably veered into the gutter.
“Tough luck.” Izar said, marking yet another ‘0’ on Arkose’s score column.
A confident smile playing over his lips, Sekker drew back the ball to throw. As his arm came forward, the ball latched onto his fingers. Like a crimson-haired comet he flew down the alley, skidding on the waxed wood.
I looked at Merlin, but the wizard was fixated on some pixies running into the fluorescent ceiling lights.
Sekker ambled back to us, arms waving every time his feet slipped. He avoided our gazes and ignored the stares of the surrounding figments.
Merlin stepped to the alley and threw. The ball clunked into the gutter. A passing centaur bumped into me, neighing a short apology as it clipped clopped away. My gaze returned to the alley and I frowned.
Izar said, “Five points for the wizard!”
“Were you watching Merlin?” I looked from Sekker to Arkose.
“Why?” Arkose asked, taking a drink from his cup.
In an undertone I hissed, “Just watch him.”
Merlin threw, the shot streaking toward the remaining pins. The ball clipped the edge of one then, defying all the laws of physics, swerved and shot back up the alley to leave all but one. The single pin left wobbled dangerously. Merlin coughed and it toppled over.
Sekker’s eyes narrowed. “Oy, Merlin! Magic is cheating!”
“Magic? Me?” Merlin gave a forced laugh. A moment later he winced.
Izar raised an eyebrow, then returned his gaze to the scoring sheet, “Game’s over.”
Sekker peered over Izar’s shoulder. “Man, I was only three points off winning.”
“You would’ve had it, but you kind of stepped over the boundary line,” Izar grinned.
“Gee wiz, Iz, how could you tell?” Sekker laughed.
Izar smiled at me, “Congrats, Lin!”
I examined the scorecard and high-fived Arkose. “Let’s go home, it’s nearly eleven.”
“We’ll have to come back sometime,” Merlin remarked absentmindedly, “Playing with these odd crystal balls is fun!”