Ardent Authors Writing Challenge #2

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Hello! I am back with another entry!

This is my team:

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Mukta

Jenna

Rose

Yashvi

Starling

Ava

Rachel

I used two prompts, three drawings, and one photograph. I used my team’s name, Meadows= 8 points

   The Letter

  Asher’s Point of View

“Oh my, this would look so cute on you!” Millie squealed pointing at a black kitten onesie.

 

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REALLY bad drawing I made of a onesie, (it looks a lot better than this)

 

I let out a soft chuckle, amused. That was the one-millionth thing she had squealed about today. Every second she would dart across the mall and squeal about something. “Okay, that’s enough squealing for today…” I smiled, letting out a soft yawn.

“Okay, fine. It’s just that I haven’t been to a mall in ages!” She laughs.

We wander around the mall for another hour and then we head to the cash register and checkout. The cashier is a young, bubbly girl with bright blue hair. When she sees Millie, she gasps.

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Aisling

“MILLIE!”She shouts, running over and hugging her.

“AISLING!” She shouts back, hugging her.

I just stand there awkwardly. “Oh, Asher, This is my friend Aisling!” Millie smiles, “Aisling, this is my husband Asher!”

“YOUR MARRIED?!” She shouts, so loud the whole mall probably could hear.

“YEAH!!!”

“But, you’re so young!”

“I am not, I am twenty-four and Asher is twenty-seven.”

“That is still REALLY young!”

“Okay guys, please calm down. It’s nice to meet you Aisling,” I smile, outstretching my hand. She reaches for it and shakes it, very hard. She and Millie are practically twins, they are very enthusiastic, very bubbly, and veryyyyyyy dramatic.

Aisling looks over at Millie’s stomach, which currently, is a bump.

“Whoa! ARE YOU PREGNANT!?” She squeals.

“YESSSSSSSSSSS!”

“REALLY!? CAN I HELP YOU PLAN A BABY SHOWER?!”

“YESSSSSS YAYYY!” They are practically jumping around and dancing.

“What do you guys think you are going to name the baby?”

“Astrid! We will name her Astrid.”

“And if its a boy,” I interrupt, “We will name him Blake.”

“I HOPE ITS A GIRL!!” Aisling squeals.

“MEEEE TOOO!” Millie squeals even louder.

I roll my eyes, I really don’t care if the baby is a boy or a girl, as long as its healthy.

“Millie, I really think we should get going,” I glance at my watch and let out a soft sigh.

Aisling hands Millie a postcard with a man riding giant chickens in a bright meadow on it. “I meant to give this to you years ago.”

I laugh, very hard. The photo was so amusing, I just couldn’t maintain a straight face. After finally checking out, we arrive back home.

Millie’s Point Of View

“I cannot believe I saw Aisling there! I haven’t seen her for years!” I smile

“That’s wonderful Millie, but can you try not to squeal so much, so loudly? The whole mall doesn’t need to know that your twenty-three.” Asher says, going through the mail. He pulls a letter out that says; “URGENT MESSAGE”

He starts to read it and his face turns to a worried expression, “Millie…?”

 

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cringe-worthy drawing of Asher

 

“Yeah, Whats wrong…?”

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it, letting out a sad sigh.

“What-what happened…?!” I ask, confused, worried and frightened.

He looks at over at the window, outside into the rain, as if it would take away his worry and fear. “M-Millie… you aren’t from Adreinelle…?”

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I start to feel sick, how did they find out, why? My life was finally perfect. I look down and take a deep breath, “No, I am not from Adrienelle, I am from, Latraion…”

“They want to execute you… we need to flee!”

I feel tears sprouting from my eyes,”No… how-? How did they find out?”

“I-I don’t know… but why did you flee your country…?”

I let out a sigh and wipe my tearstreaked face,”…Latraion used to be a beautiful place full of peace, love, and happiness. Until the loving president died and a new president was chosen. He was bitter and manipulative, playing with peoples minds and encouraging them to make the wrong choices. Leaders we trusted, turned evil, family members joined his side, oppressing others. My parents were weak and tired, I tried to save them, but… they died.”

“I-I’m so sorry, Millie…” He says, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly.

“…So I came here, to get a new start… I didn’t think that anyone would notice, anyone would find out…” I say softly, a few more tears running down my face.

He gently strokes my forehead,”Shhh… It’s okay…” he whispers.

“…But everything is not okay…” I whisper back.

He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, there is a huge banging noise at the door. My heartbeat quickens, and I feel petrified.

“Hide!” He whisper-shouts. But I can’t move, not even an inch.

Within seconds the door falls to the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears streaming down my cheeks, paralyzed by my fear.

…To be continued…

I hope you all enjoyed! 🙂

 

 

 

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NaNoWriMo!

Winner-Congrats

img_3664-2Welcome back to my blog! I haven’t posted at all this month because I was doing NaNoWriMo! Now I have gotten to my goal and I will be back in the blogging world!

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This image belongs to Elysian Artiste (me) 🙂

 

My story didn’t really turn out how I planned it would, actually I didn’t plan at all to be honest. This year we were pretty busy and I didn’t have enough time to plan in October. So when November started, I rushed into the story. By the time I was halfway through the month I realized my story made no sense, but It was too late to start over. I think that my story had a great concept, but I didn’t plan enough to make my story turn out great. I will probably rewrite the story sometime next year.

Overall I had a lot of fun testing my writing abilities. The story I wrote was in a different style. It was in verse, meaning that each chapter was in poetry. I really loved getting to know my character. I can’t wait to try again to craft her story.

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This image belongs to Elysian Artiste (me) 🙂

Lets Chat!1

Did you do NaNoWriMo this year? What is your favorite thing about writing?

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Writing Wednesdays: Characters

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img_3664-2 and Welcome back to my blog!

I’m going to talk about how to make your story characters really come to life! Lets get started.

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1. Talk to your characters;

Talking to your characters may sound weird, but it really works! I talk to my characters all the time. Its fun and helps inspire you!

2. Pretend to be your character:

Try to talk in your characters voice. Live as if you were a certain character. Ask your siblings or friends if you can role-play, you can even role-play by yourself. Develop your characters style.

3. Interview your character;

Ask your character questions. Or let someone else ask your character questions

4. Pay attention to the people around you;

Look around everyday at people near by. Sometimes I even look at strangers and see what they are doing, that helps me develop a character and a story.

5. Be creative!

Being creative is not hard. Creative is scribbling random words onto a piece of paper. Creative is you writing a small poem. Creative is you having fun and trying to write! Have fun and don’t worry about messing up. Their is no wrong way to write! Everyone  has their own style. Be yourself and have fun!

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Did this post help you? Do you have any writing tips? Comment down below!

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Word War Part Two of Chapter One

Sorry for taking forever to write this, I hope you guys enjoy it!


I’m seven and I’m afraid of the dark, because when it’s dark the raiders come. My parents never tell me why the raiders come, I’m not quite sure why. Every night they bang on our door. My parents go to the door and open it. Then the raiders yell at them and threaten them. I can hear their angry curses from my room. I hear my parent’s cries and shrieks.

My parents come into my room. They tuck me in and say goodnight. Placing gentle kisses on my forehead. Then they leave me in the dark silence. I drift into deep slumber.

 

I wake up to shouts of dispute.

“Please!” My mother cries, “Don’t kill him!”

I sit up frozen in my bed.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to sulk. You’ll be killed next.” A gruff voice replies.

I huddle under my covers. Trying to fall asleep. Hoping everything is a dream.

 

…Eight Years Later…

 

 

 

I ran into the darkness. My boots clashed against the mud. Dirt splattered onto my shirt. I spotted a gray rock in my muffled peripheral vision. I collided with it, causing my body to ache in deep pain. You’re almost there. All the earth whispered. I can’t stop now. I slowly got up, my silent cries filling the sky. The heavy winds forced me to stop, but I kept on pushing through. I stopped abruptly, falling to the ground. I forced myself up and kept on running. I ran further and further into the woods. I was lost. Lost in the wilderness. My heart beat faster as I ran deeper into the forest. Suddenly I lost control. I was so tired. I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. I was helpless. I slowly sunk into the ground.

I woke up to the sound of birds. I blinked rapidly. Retracing everything that had just happened.

“I should be running.” I scolded myself. I lifted myself up and began to run. After running for about an hour I reached a small pond. Water. Clear water. I smiled.

The sun shone against the clear pond. Birds gathered near and fish leaped into the air.  A bunny hopped by and ran into the lovely meadow that was behind the pond. I was astonished by its beauty, its ordinary yet extraordinary beauty. I knelt against the bay, getting ready to place my hands into the water. Until a horrifying vision appeared in my peripheral vision. A dead man floating out of the water and onto the grassy bay. Strange things cuffed onto his arms and feet. Electrical currents floating into the pond. Sparks rapidly flashing every few seconds. Was he crazy? Water and electric don’t mix. I was afraid and frightened. But I wanted to help him. I remembered learning about CPR when I was younger. It wouldn’t hurt to try. So I walked over to the man. He was wearing a corduroy trench coat. With a compass in his right hand and a pocket watch in the other. I took a deep breath and began to start. After a while, his heart began to beat. Getting faster and faster each second. He blinked rapidly and then his eyes closed to a shut.


 

It’s your turn Starling!

 

 

 

 

Word War prep

Word War

Characters:

Aris @ awkwardaris is Mira Stark

Saanvi is Ava

Starling is Raven

I am Millie

Blackie Sunshine is Ned Forbes

Lainey is Elise


Please list your characters in the comments like this:

Name; Millie

Age: 14

personality: bubbly, funny, nice, kind, artistic, RANDOM, awesome, friendly, brave fearless.

Looks: Dark brown skin, curly black hair with a lavender streak. Millie is slightly tall for her age. Purple eyes, longish eyelashes.

Extras: Millie has a silver bow and sea foam colored arrows.


Okay, I have no idea how this is going to work XD.

After I get each of the characters information I will write chapter one. Remember, everyone has the creative liberty to control your character in the chapter. Please do not kill others characters in your chapters.

I can’t wait to start!

Ava