Scratch

let me rephrase that: the only one that wasn't frozen. they wanted me to be able to cast a spell to freeze them.

soupoftomato wrote:

This will not a novel make, Agg!

I know. I'm still changing it around a bit.

EDIT: nevermind. I have a way better idea.

Last edited by Agg725 (2012-09-15 10:45:47)

ProgrammingFreak wrote:

Today! 

Yes yes!

I'm two days ahead of the necessary 500 word average! (as long as I write today)

/300 words left for today

Last edited by soupoftomato (2012-09-15 09:45:50)

Here's everything I'm like
going to let people see:

    All the houses down the street were perfectly uniform, entirely identical to the next when viewed from outside, except for one near the very edge. All the others were nice white things with two windows, a single door, and perfectly manicured lawns. The odd one out was particularly more attractive in its design and looked to be built as a complete labor of love, from the small stone fountain in the garden with red roses surrounding it, to the perfectly placed windows and their beautiful trim. Inside one of the duplicated houses, two boys were laying lazily in their beds.
    “What's the strangest thing you know?” the brown-haired fifteen-year old Bernard asked,  peering down at his younger brother from the top bunk.
    The twelve-year old sibling, Blaise, considered this for a bit then said, “Well, you can cut a pie into eight pieces with only three movements.”
    “I'm sorry, what?” The older one blanked out for a moment. The experience was similar to when you have extremely important plans or may just want to pour a glass of juice, and as soon as you enter the room where you can carry the actions out, you forget why you got up in the first place and for just a little bit, life seems to lose all meaning because you become solely obsessed with what you were planning to do before and can never find out. Then, as you think as hard as you can, you wonder, “What is the true meaning of life?” because if it is not to remember what you are trying to then surely there is not one, as you have no other plans and nothing else to do so why be here in the first place? (Except it was more-or-less entirely unlike that.)
    “Nevermind,” The younger was annoyed at the idea that he would have to repeat himself and wouldn't take it. Blaise had always been like this, irritable and entirely unwilling to do anything that to him seemed menial or unrewarding in some way.
    The two returned to surfing around the internet on their paper-thin computer tablets. When the hyper-condensed yet powerful computers were first released everyone expected the idea to fail. How could something so thin be able to not break and do all the things it was advertised as having the ability to process? When the thing was proven as a valid technology, the consumers were cavemen to fire.
    Blaise was absorbed in a remake of The Matrix, a strange classic movie with hilariously low-budget special effects, that had now been brought back up to modern standards and featured the acting of the handsome and well-liked Brenton Plainsmen; Bernard had recently become fascinated in the old papers documenting the discovery of the Higgs-Boson and was reading up on them, the papers were rife with inaccuracies compared to modern information but he still found it good to see the reasoning and logic of older theorists' work. Eventually the two drifted to sleep with their computers still atop their chests.

                                                        * * *

    All the students that had bothered to attend the school shuffled groggily into their classrooms. Most of the teaching was done through the paper tablets and many kids and parents found it easier to simply get their entire education from them. Nevertheless, Bernard and Blaise were part of the small group that was forced to attend every day, five days a week for six hours as their teacher droned on and on about who-knows-what and the thin machine performed the real educating. Advocates of the school system based many arguments on the continued ability to provide teaching jobs, but with their current technological achievements, jobs outside of the tech and software field were rather obsolete. Aside from that, the only other truly providing jobs you could get were in recreation in health.
    The two brothers filed into their seats by Penny and Zenny, two red-headed identical twins who were the only friends of the duo. Zenny's name was actually Jenny, but Penny couldn't pronounce that when she was young and instead insisted on a sharper sound with the 'Z'. Jenny took a liking to the nickname, so everyone began to call her that and it just stuck. People rarely bothered to question how the unique name was found because they used it so naturally that many people didn't realize it was a nickname.
    The students did all their Basic Knowledge review questions for the umpteenth time because exams on the matter were approaching rapidly. There was a heavy combined murmur forming white noise in the background from the variety of students, masquerading as questions about the review in front of the teacher, but actually about whatever came to mind. Meanwhile the teacher had gone off on many tangents throughout her lecture. No one was entirely sure of it, but people thought they remembered it starting with “why these tests are so important for success.” That explanation was long gone as Ms. Boroughs plowed into a story about the monkey she had seen in the nearby zoo. “It poked her right in the eye! . . . She couldn't figure out why the taco made her sick though . . . It was snowing one day, and I was drinking some hot cocoa . . .” It was entirely nonsensical to anyone not giving the stories their complete attention. Like everyone else, Blaise was only hearing snippets of the strange tales as he concentrated on going back over the review questions to improve the 95% he got giving himself a practice test to a perfect 100%.
    Anything not considered entirely necessary for function in society was a “specialized” class with select students filtered into the subjects. The idea was to streamline the learning process, and allow everyone to solely bother themselves with things relevant to their future throughout all grades of school as opposed to just high school electives and college. Zenny and Bernard were in the Critical And Rational Thinking class together, while Blaise had been assigned to Computation and Solving. Both classes bored the trio out of their minds and each teacher seemed to be absolutely insufferable in their own special ways.
    The CritThink (a student-made vernacular for Critical And Rational Thinking) teacher had a lisp that lobbed spit forward like a downpour and constantly dirtied the tablets and faces of students. Some people claimed there were particular corners in the room that avoided the spray, but it had been decided this was untrue after some student experiments. Umbrellas seemed to be successful for some but lugging around an item coated in spit was unsavory to many kids. In Computation, the teacher insisted that the tablet not be able to host the lesson for his class, so she always gave the lecture and provided no other way to learn the topic of the day. Normally this may not be entirely annoying, but his lectures were rather concise. With the teacher barely elaborating, and speeding through every lesson, most people turned to their internet at home for the answers to problems that were meant to be finished during school.

Last edited by soupoftomato (2012-09-15 10:19:34)

Restarted. :I 186 words today.

Agg725 wrote:

I have like, 1,345 words, I think.

Nice. :3

Like 10 words

1914 words 
//and I haven't worked on it today

Last edited by soupoftomato (2012-09-18 18:37:40)

I'm in love with Pillarbox now.

777w wrote:

ProgrammingFreak wrote:

I'm in love with Pillarbox now.

im in love with semicolons

sevendubs
that is
worse than horses!

Is it too late to participate in this?

So uh, I need a boy name.

I decided to use Adrian, but Roger could be his friend's name. Thanks