Carly told me about this really awesome website for young writers called
NaNoWriMo!
I just got an account on it and I am going to enter my story it it! It is a thirty day writing challenge and on the site you can put your story up for people to read and they can give you feedback and you get to help each other with editing. It is a really great website! There are dares they put up on the home page fore people to put into their story, for example today's dare was: "We dare you to have your main character get terribly lost while sleepwalking". (I really like that one... I might use it!) There is also a homeschool forum for homeschoolers to post questions about their story and just chat and make new friends! There is a word count so you can keep track of how many words you write and you can set a word goal for you to reach at the end of your story!! Here are a list of vocabulary words that I like to use in my story:
Abhor: to hate
Nefarious: evil or mean
Hector: to bully or talk not nicely to somebody
Discomposed: disturb or agitate someone
Divulge: to make known
I'll add more once I have written more of my story!
I hope you like this website as much as I do!
Here is the prologue of my story:
Legend
~Chasing Fire
Thus you shall think of this fleeting world
a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream
a flash of light in a summer cloud
a flickering lamp, an illusion... a dream.
The morning songbirds did not sing, on this cold autumn day. The air was thick with droplets of dew, alone at the top of a hill a creature was stirring. A single star emerged from amiss the clotted cream dawn. If bothering to listen... you could hear the gurgle of a stream from the far mountains. From the deep above, a light struck atop the hill; the creature whistled as the lightning fell down upon her, she was expecting it. She reached out a single hand, reaching out to the light, reaching out to the far mountain stream, reaching out to assist the world as she fell. The light enveloped her and she floated up, joining that light as it flew up into the clotted cream dawn, joining the star as it shines down upon those who would bother to reach out to it. Down past the hill someone screamed, a lamp flashed, the bulb popped. And atop that glorious hill... the creature returned for half a moment... to bring on new life, a sorcerer was born.
Never in their whole life had the people of Catalina Island experienced something so marvelous. First it started out to be only a regular thunderstorm, but slowly as the lightning began to build it struck the top branch of their favorite picnicking tree at the top of Mount Orizaba. Or at least they thought it was a tree... Mother Orizba screamed as the lightning struck her temple, the people covered themselves and ran for shelter. As the rain pounded down harder the chief spokes person and his crew made their way slowly up the hiking trail to where the bare stump of their great tree stood helpless. “I’m Alfred Queensly and this is Midnight News atop Mount Orizaba.” Alfred cleared his throat and looked at the camera continuing his speech for the news cast. “Exactly twelve 02 midnight, we are here at the aftermath of this wet autumn storm. It seems that the lightning came directly down from the high peaks of Mount Orizaba striking the tree that has had the most popular past. Shall we go down memory lane, Bozard?” The camera man gave him a thumbs up and he started walking in a slow circle around the tree to make it more dramatic. “The great tree of Orizaba has been named the islands main tourist attraction for the last 56 years! Why is this so? Well,” Alfred gave a little chuckle into his microphone, “Millions of years ago there was a tale of sorcerers and witches, they came here and planted this very stump... as a seedling. It was said to have special powers that protected our island and kept us safe from the pirates that used to dominate our coves. “Now that it is only a burnt up stump we are predicting the end of the world on February second in the year of 3017, good luck folks, keep hope and Good Morning Midnight!” The camera clicked to off and Alfred sighed and smiled to himself as he brought his umbrella up over his head. Bozard winked at him and they started down the steep muddy trail of Mount Orizaba. They had mocked what was left of Mother Orizba.. they were going to pay. No sooner had they reached the bottom of the trail the spirit of their great tree swooped them off of their feet and swept them away. They have never been seen since. An owl hooted, someone screamed, a baby laughed; and atop Mount Orizaba a young sorcerer was beginning his journey to save Mother Orizba, and possibly the world.
Posted by Micayla 11/1/11
