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If you've ever read the book Firegirl, I had to write an epilogue for it in my language class. I just came across it and decided to post it here.


There was a smash. I looked around. It was 2:37 AM, and I kept hearing odd noises. At first I wasn’t worried. But now I knew something was wrong. I got up from bed and grabbed a lamp in case somebody was in my house. I crept down the stairs and at that very moment I felt cold metal pressing against my head. “Don’t move!” said a recognizable voice. Jeff.
Some weird things had happened since seventh grade. Things like Mrs. Tracey had been mumbling something about magic for a week; then one day she was just gone. Courtney Ziskey became the governor of Florida but disappeared on a cruise through the Bermuda Triangle. A few years later she showed up in the Bahamas. The locals put her in an insane asylum because she had been screaming something about voodoo and her seventh grade teacher being a witch doctor.
    Jeff ended up being a criminal. He was supposed to be in jail, but now he was in my house. He started with shoplifting and moved on to robbing banks.  “Step outside and get in the car. If you try to run… well… let’s not get into that… yet.”  He said. I decided to save my mortician some trouble and not make myself ten pounds heavier. I walked out to the car, a Cobra. My favorite car when I was a kid. He probably stole it from his uncle. Jeff and I got in and took off.
    “What do you want Jeff?” I questioned.
    “You’ll see!” answered Jeff.
    We zoomed out of the suburb I live in at about ninety miles an hour and into Boston. I had moved there after deciding to become a social worker. I wanted to try to find Jessica. We flew past the city lights and cars to a run down side of town. We pulled into an alley next to a warehouse. “Get out of the car and walk inside.” Jeff said pointing his gun at me.
I got out and pushed the door open. Inside it was as dark as night except for a single beam of light
shining on a chair in the middle of the room. On the chair sat a dark figure. The person looked up, and at that very moment I realized who it was. Those unmistakable burns. “Jessica!” I yelled
    “Tom!” she yelled. I had been looking all around Boston for her. But all I ever came to know was that she was an accountant and lived in Boston.
    “Now Tom…” started Jeff “You’re stupid little friend is the one who messed me up and put me on this road. Then you didn’t ever like me again after that thing came. Now you will both pay! With your lives!”
    It was suddenly as if my heart had turned to stone. Jeff had gone insane. He had turned something so small, into something so awful. And how could he blame me for not hanging out with him when he was a jerk? He had to be joking, but he was supposed to be in jail, and why was Jessica tied up?
    Suddenly two very bulky men came out of the darkness, grabbed me, and brought me to an empty chair. One held me down while the one tied me up. There was no point in trying to escape, everything had the same outcome.
    “Jessica,” I whispered “what’s going on?”
    “I have no idea.” she replied.
    Jeff smiled, “I’ll tell you exactly what’s going on.” He pulled a small device from his pocket. “Do you know what this is?” he asked. “It’s a time bomb. I set it to ten minutes. When Alfredo, Francisco, and I take off, the bomb explodes and you die. It’s as simple as that. So with that said, enjoy the last ten minutes of your life!” He pressed a button and the digital timer lit up. Ten, nine fifty-nine, nine fifty-eight…
    Jeff and his henchman left. Immediately I thought about my pocketknife. They had put Me and Jessica’s chairs back to back. “Jessica, can you reach my pocketknife in my back pocket?”
    “I think I can. Got it!” she folded it open and began to cut away at the ropes. By the time she was done with both of us, the timer read fifty-eight seconds. There were two doors on my side, and two on Jessica’s side. “You go check those doors over there, and I’ll check these ones.” I said. All of them were locked. Thirty-two seconds.
    “Look! The fire escape!” I shouted. We ran over to a ladder leading to a door onto the roof. I was about halfway up when Jessica shouted, “Twenty-two seconds!” We finally made it. Five seconds. We got onto the roof. Three. We ran for the edge. Two. We were there. One. We jumped. Zero.
    Forget about Jeff. I had found Jessica. We began walking back to my house. Thankfully when we jumped off the building we landed in a river. When we got to the shore Jessica asked if she was dead, and I reassured her she wasn’t. “What happened after you left?” I asked.
    “I finished school here in Boston and got a degree in education. When I was twenty three I became a teacher at a public middle school. I couldn’t leave Boston because of all the surgeries.”
    “Will it get any better?” I asked.
    “No.” She said softly. “At first I was upset, but I’ve learned to live with it. When I was twenty-nine I married James Harrison, a contractor who also worked locally. I have a six year old son named Tom,” She smiled, “A few hours ago those two thugs came in my house and took me to that building. Now I’m here. What about you?”
    “I graduated from Yale with a degree in social work and psychology and moved here to when I was twenty-three. I have worked for the the county human services since then. When you left my life was depressing, but you inspired me to become what I am and am proud of it. I have been looking for you the past fourteen years that I’ve lived here but it’s obvious to you that I haven’t been successful until now. I am married to Lucy Swenson, and have two daughters, one four year old named Emily, and a six year old named Ally. All these years I wanted to tell you how grateful I am of how you changed my life, and now you’re here. So, thanks.”

I posted a story in the gallery 

*clicks butterfly tree thingy..*

Hey Scratch Writers! A bunch of great new stories got added to the gallery recently! Go check them out! (I recommend The Subterranian City  )
OMG SCRATCHER! 

Last edited by Liduen (2011-06-15 10:40:06)

Pecola1 wrote:

Liduen wrote:

Hey Scratch Writers! A bunch of great new stories got added to the gallery recently! Go check them out! (I recommend The Subterranian City  )
OMG SCRATCHER! 

YAY! Did the scratch team give it to you because you had the other account? Or did you have to earn it? I just saw a post of yours witch was asking for them to give you scratcher status and was just wondering...

I think she earned it.    And she's not a witch. XD

Hmm, I'm a writer. Not a very good one, but I can make a simple storyline for a game. I am making a game, based in space. It's about war between two worlds. Here is the beginning.

Darkness, I'm bleeding horribly, my team is being shot down. Things are exploding everywhere. I can barely breath. I need help. Sombody help me!

Wait, let me start for the beginning. I am C-124, or, that's my code name at least. I am captain of the 124 team of Earth's Space Defence System (SDS). We basicly save Earth from other worlds plotting to destroy it. We go to war, somtimes they last for years, other times, seconds.

Last edited by owetre18 (2011-06-17 10:41:28)

lilacfuzz101 wrote:

owetre18 wrote:

Hmm, I'm a writer. Not a very good one, but I can make a simple storyline for a game. I am making a game, based in space. It's about war between two worlds. Here is the beginning.

Darkness, I'm bleeding horribly, my team is being shot down. Things are exploding everywhere. I can barely breath. I need help. Sombody help me!

Wait, let me start for the beginning. I am C-124, or, that's my code name at least. I am captain of the 124 team of Earth's Space Defence System (SDS). We basicly save Earth from other worlds plotting to destroy it. We go to war, somtimes they last for years, other times, seconds.

sounds like a good story!    (just remember to keep it appropriate for everyone on scratch    )

Yeah, right! The "clean" version will be in the scratch game. The other "better" version will be my own.

I deleted my writing projects because my older sister said she was going to read them. Sorry. I don't like having my siblings reading my stuff.. 
Maybe I could re-add it later, since she saw me delete them and thinks they are no longer there

I can write. I've written several stories before.

i've been thinking about doing this too, where do i start! ps. i'm in gifted classes, we do lots of creative writing, i won most creative in the county.

Last edited by TheExplodingTacoz (2011-06-24 13:57:11)

I join.

The Crazy Adventures of Joe
by (My name :3)

Once upon a time, in a normal place, there was a normal person who lived a normal life and worked for a normal company where he sat at a normal computer. That, however, would not be true for long. Enter Joe, the normal person we’ve been talking about all this time.    

“Hey, author, can you please get to the good part?”

Sure, Joe. Joe wanted an *pause for effect.....* ADVENTURE.

One day, Joe was walking home from work when he felt something. “Ow!”, he said. Then, he heard something.

“Hey, mister. This ain’t your forest.” To his surprise, a squirrel was saying that! Then Joe saw an acorn on the ground.

“Ok, that was odd.” Then when he would usually get home, he saw a big cardboard box in place of his house! “Who did that?”, our hero thought. Then, a llama jumped out of nowhere.

“SURPRISE!!!”, it said. “ MY NAME IS BOB!!!!”

“Where am i?”, the protagonist asked.

The llama said,”YOU ARE IN CRAZY LAND, WHERE RANDOM STUFF HAPPENS. HOUSES TURN INTO CARDBOARD BOXES. A LOT.”

“Why are you talking in all caps?”, said Joe.

“BECAUSE OF THE KING.”

Joe said, “The king?”

Bob said, ”THE KING MADE A LAW THAT ALL LLAMAS HAVE TO TALK IN ALL CAPS.”

Then, a penguin jumped out of nowhere.

“hi, my name is fred,” he said.

Then, Joe said, “Oh, great. Let me guess, the king made a law about penguins having to talk in lowercase letters.”

“yep, you got it,” the penguin replied. Then, he said, “let’s go on an adventure!”

In unison, Joe and Bob said,” LET’S GO!”

Then, out of nowhere, a weasel popped out. “Hello, how do you do? My name is Ian,” he said.

“I am a world-class adventurer. I know all the routes to anywhere in the world.”

“Where are we going?”, asked Joe.

“The Dragon’s Castle,” said Ian.

“Where’s that?”, asked Joe.

“Very far away,” said Ian.

Bob, Joe, Fred, and Ian said in unison, “ ALrIght! LEt’s Go!”

They arrived in a forest. Then, they heard a loud THUMP!!! And another thump. And a lot more thumps. Then, it hit them, not the thump, but apples.  Hundreds of them. Where were those apples coming from, you might ask.

“Where are the apples coming from?”, asked Joe. Well, Joe, they are trees. “What kind of trees?”, asked Joe.  Well, Joe, THEY ARE APPLE TREES! Then, a tree walked up to him. Joe said, “What are you doing?” The tree answered with a swiftly thrown apple.

Joe wiped applesauce from his face, turned, and ran, with Bob, Fred, and Ian running behind. They ran until they were out of range of the apple-throwing trees. They stopped for breath and Joe asked, “Why were those trees after us?”

Ian answered, “They're crab-apple trees.”

Then, they looked up and saw the castle. It was a place covered in tacos. They went in. It looked as bad inside as it did outside, but 10000 times worse. Coffee was spilled everywhere. There were frequent shouts of,”TACO TACO TACO TACO TACO.”

Joe said,” let........” He was cut off by the dragon. It repeatedly said, “taco”. Then Ian took a sword and gave it to Joe. Joe than sliced the dragon’s head off. Then, the people living in crazy land had a party. Joe returned to his normal job. The villagers held a party every year, which to this day still happens. And they all......... “ Hey, author. That is so cliche. Just say ,



the end?”

My story:

One day, Luke was driving to Boston. Little did he know that his day trip was about to take a turn for the worse. As he approached Boston, he noticed something unusual. He couldn't see a single building. It took him a couple of seconds to notice the immense patch of dense, jet black fog. Just then, his car entered Boston. It was too late. He felt a choking sensation as he was going under the Ted Williams tunnel. By the sound of it, so did his parents. Suddenly, the car stopped. Luke looked in the front seat, and, sure enough, his parents had fallen asleep. He got out of the car, and tried to shake his parents awake. Just then, he noticed something. All of the traffic had stopped. He looked at the cars next to him. All of the drivers were asleep. The clock was at 5:55. Quickly, Luke turned off the car and jumped out. All of the traffic in the tunnel had come to a standstill. Boston had become a silent, desolate wasteland. He tried his phone. Dead. So, Luke opened the emergency door. He felt as if his heart were about to burst. He went up the stairs and emerged on a street. He couldn't see the name, due to the fog. Just then, a hand grabbed his shoulder. Luke jumped, and nearly broke the person's nose. The person grabbed him, and pinned him to the ground. The person, a boy who looked strangely like Luke, got up, and Luke did the same. "Who are you?" asked Luke. Just then, the clock struck six. The boy, who looked about fifteen, said, "It has begun. You may be our only hope. Come with me." Luke agreed, and for a minute, the two walked in silence. Then, the solitude was interrupted by a rumbling noise. The rumble made the ground vibrate, and the city of Boston looked to be swaying. Then it dawned on Luke: the apocalypse was real. What he had been told was a bunch of lies. A previously un-noticed surge of energy swept through Luke. He knew at that moment that he had to do something. He followed the boy. "Where are we going?" he asked. The boy replied, "Central headquarters. There are about twenty other kids, not including us, who didn't pass out. This fog has some strange qualities. Our scientists are analyzing it as we speak. Oh, by the way, I'm Leon. Who are you?" "I'm Luke. I was heading to Logan Airport when my parents passed out." "Well, this is headquarters! How do you like it?" said Leon. Luke, impressed, said, "How much does the John Hancock tower cost again?" "Everyone is asleep" "Oh, yeah." Leon led Luke in, and they took the elevator up. They were greeted by about twenty or so kids, ranging from eight to eighteen years old. There were makeshift observation stations set up all around the glass walls. The building was above the layer of fog, so the view was clear. Just then, the crowd parted to reveal a 14-looking girl. Luke’s knees seemed to turn to jelly. He managed to stutter, “W-w-who are y-you?” She calmly responded, “I’m Ashley. My sources tell me that you’re Luke. I’m the leader of this team.”Her eyes seemed to be shining.  Luke, regaining his composure, said, “Nice. What’s up with the fog?” Ashley replied, “The aliens. They’re from a small planet in Andromeda; they want to take over the city. From there, they’ll form an army and take over the world. Our sole mission is to stop them.” Luke, not sure whether to be terrified or humored, said, “Riiiight, and Leon here is my brother.” Ashley, with a solemn expression on her face, said, “This is serious. Do you want to be in the battle, or not?” “What battle?” asked Leon. “The one against the aliens,” Ashley said, “the ones that caused all of this? How stupid can you get?” she said with a slight chuckle. “Fine, what’s our situation, and just where are these aliens?” said Luke rather loudly, as he startled a crowd of eight-year-olds. “Well, there are probably more people who haven’t been affected by the fog, so our priority is to recruit those. There are a few hospitals here that we can use as medical centers, and the subway tunnels are a great form of transportation when the trains are stopped, and the police HQ should have some weapons,” said Ashley, quite fast. Luke was engrossed in deep thoughts for a couple of seconds, and then asked, “Are you a strategist or something?” “I play lots of video games,” said Ashley, her face turning slightly red. A couple of boys behind her chuckled at this. She didn’t seem to notice.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hey Scratch Writers! I was thinking we should have a contest sometime soon. I have a few ideas, but let me know if you have any ideas for a contest. My ideas:
1) Write a story using people from Scratch (can include some characters that aren't part of the website) like the users on Scratch. You'd have to ask their permission of course! (this is my favorite idea so far    )
2) Write a story about a day in Scratch Cat's life.

Wickimen wrote:

I deleted my writing projects because my older sister said she was going to read them. Sorry. I don't like having my siblings reading my stuff.. 
Maybe I could re-add it later, since she saw me delete them and thinks they are no longer there

LOL I don't like reading my sisters stuff. XD