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Tribute to Altria, Goddess of the Great Sea

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My name is Zemis. I am the Chieftess of the Tribe of Sea. We worship the gods and goddesses of the Great Sea. Those gods and goddesses are Lord Nautilus, god of Sea creatures, Lady Altria goddess of the Great Sea, Lady Tamor goddess of Sunken Ships, Lady Lirel goddess of Water, Lady Esther, goddess of the said to be Mythical sea creatures called the Umbrae, and Lord Rlira, husband of Lady Altria and god of the Great Sea. All said to live near Blue Bay, where the Tribe of Sea resides. Lately the goddess of the sea, Altria, has been restless. We hope that if we give her a tribute, then she will become calm. If that does not work, we will give her a handcrafted trident, embedded with gems. It’s good to have a back-up plan right?

~*~

Our tribute is our finest fruits, a chest full of jewels and silk, enchanted armor and weapons, as well as a volunteer, Iris, to protect Altria when she herself cannot. If something goes wrong, hopefully the trident will tide Altria over. The trident has been in my family for centuries. Adorned in diamonds, emeralds, and amethyst. My messenger, Lilly, sent this letter to Lady Altria and Lord Shyros.  

Lady Altria and Lord Shyros,

I, Zemis, Chieftess of the Tribe of the Great Sea, request your presence in Blue Bay for a Tribute Ceremony. 

Jewels, silk, our finest fruits, and a guard, Iris, volunteered to be given as well.  I hope you will come.

Timok,

Zemis

Hopefully they will come. We need to be able to receive and send out ships. Tsunamis are very dangerous. After the letter is sent, I wait patiently for Lady Altria and Lord Shyros to arrive. If they even come. Suddenly, a loud ringing sounds throughout the Capitol of the Great Sea. The bell for when an imperial being arrives. Imperial beings are gods and goddesses. 

“MS. ZAMOE!” Yelled a new trainee as Guard of the Bell. Whose name I think is Tarlock.

 “Dear, it’s Zemis,” I replied. Tarlock blushes profusely. “Sorry miss,” He says apologetically. 

“It’s quite alright,” I reassure him with a warm smile, “No harm done.”

 He nods in thanks. “I came to inform you that Lady Altria and Lord Shyros have arrived,” He says. 

I smile again. “Thank you for informing me,” I tell him. 

 I then run up to my room to change. I change into a white dress that goes up to my knees with flared out sleeves. Then slip on some black boots with heels and I leave down to the harbor. Everything is set up perfectly thanks to my sister, Evumeimei, but everyone calls her Mei or MeiMei. I bow down low to Altria and Shyros.

 “What is this? We were promised something grand,” Altria spoke. Was what was in front of her not grand? 

~*~

I sighed. I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this. 

“In the letter I informed you of jewels, silk, and fruits, your imperial beings,” I tell them.

 “No, this is not acceptable,” Shyros grits out, as if our very presence ails him.

 “If this is not acceptable to you, I have another offering,” I inform.

“Oh?” Altria asks, intrigued. 

I nod. Then gesture to MeiMei to bring the trident. Once she hands it to me, I kneel and present it.

“The Trident of Prosperity, passed down in my family for eons. I offer it to you, Lady Altria and Lord Shyros,” I solemnly say. 

Altria raises an eyebrow. “The Trident is powerful, the aura of magic is strong. Thank you, Zemis. We will treasure this tribute and the Great Sea will return to calm,” She says.

I bow. “Thank you, Lady Altria, Lord Shyros,” I say. 

I had hoped silks, jewels, and fruits would be enough to satisfy them but the Trident did. Like I said, it’s always good to have a backup plan. 

The Forest- A Short Story

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I was 10 years old when I got lost in the forest. My brother, George, and I were at the park after school running around with the other kids we met that day. I was it and I was chasing one of the other girls in the group, I don’t quite remember her name but I’m pretty sure it was Jade. Anyways, I was chasing her and she kept on running without looking back.

The park we were at was surrounded by forest with not a single house in sight. Usually, we would run until the trees and turn around, risking getting tagged but at least we wouldn’t be lost in the woods. Instead of turning around like Jade was supposed to, she kept running. I tried to tell her, “Jade! Turn back we’re gonna get lost!” but she kept on running. I was getting tired and the sun was going down so it was our signal for George and me to get home.

When I stopped running, I looked around to see if Jade might’ve stopped too, but she was nowhere to be seen. I felt a sense of panic come across me as I loudly yelled her name hoping I would hear a response. Silence. I realized that not only had I lost Jade, but I was lost too. The logical thing for 10-year-old me to do was turn back and try to trace my steps but instead, I kept walking. Still panicked, I kept looking around with the very little sunlight I had left. I knew there was no way anyone was going to be able to find me so I lost hope in trying to call for help. If I found Jade then at least we could survive the night together.

Many urban legends go along with this forest since it’s the biggest one in our state. It’s said that there is an old man who lives in the center of the forest and traps people who are lost. I know better and I choose not to believe the lies but a part of me always wonders “what if?”.

As the sun goes down and the moon shows its face, it’s getting colder and colder and I’m only dressed in a bright pink t-shirt and leggings. The deeper I go into the forest, the more I cry out for her name “Jade! Can you hear me?”. All of a sudden I hear a crunch, assuming it’s my foot stepping onto a branch, I carry on without a second thought. By this point, it’s at least 2 in the morning and I’m starting to get dizzy and I can hear my stomach growling.

Listening to hints as to where Jade might be, all I hear are owl hoots and the leaves of the trees rustling. I turn the corner and all of a sudden I see a figure moving. I thought it was my vision tricking me since I left my glasses at home and was kind of blind at the moment. That also could be why I lost Jade, I couldn’t see her from the beginning.

As more time passes, I stumble upon a shed, I think ” Oh no maybe the legend is true”, but since I was already headed for disaster I opened the door . When the door was opened, I felt a sense of relief. I guess I won the game, I found her huddled next to a fire, shivering. I slowly walked over trying not to scare her. I whisper to her, “Jade? Are you ok?” She was startled but when she realized it was me, she burst into tears. Sobbing she said, “Julie! I’m so happy it’s you. I thought I was going to die here alone”. I hugged her and asked her to explain everything that happened while I was lost in the forest. Although we were both starving and exhausted, the sky was slowly getting brighter and I knew everything was going to be alright. 

Magic Systems and How to Write Them

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A Guide to Writing Magic Systems | The Fantasy Hive

Writing a fantasy novel is amazing because the possibilities are endless. However, sometimes it’s difficult to get your creative ideas on paper in a way which makes sense. This will go over a few common fantasy themes and give some ideas on how to approach descriptions.

Perhaps the most standout theme in fantasy novels is magic, but this can also be the hardest to explain. First, plan out some ideas of what magic your world will have. Will the magic be elemental, illusions, mind-control, telekinesis, or manifestations? The next thing to consider is how the magic system works. Are there wands involved? Perhaps the character can shoot out the magic through their hands, or maybe, the magic is contained within the character. Furthermore, will every person be able to use magic? Is magic something that can be learned, or is it genetic? Or maybe magic is only reserved for royalty. Adding rules and boundaries to magic will help make the novel more believable.

Once you have created your magic system, the second most important part is putting it into words. A common trope in fantasy novels is that magic is channeled, almost like working out. Characters will get fatigued, especially if the magic is particularly strong. This is a relatively easy way to write magic and can lead up to very suspenseful moments, like if a character is stuck in a dangerous situation and has to strain themselves to create one powerful spell. 

Another way to write magic is if it is channeled through an object. This could be a wand, crystals, tarot cards or any other object. In this case, you will want to spend some more time describing said object. One example could be if the object heats up or breaks under lots of stress or use. You could also use a combination of the two ideas. An example would be if a character can use magic without the object, but the potency of the spell is increased with it. 

Finally, here are some possible descriptions you can use in your fantasy novel. A boy is filled with rage. He feels as though flames are dancing under his skin, begging to be released. He complies, expelling the liquid flames outwards in a beam. A girl, standing a few feet away from said boy, throws her wand up in response. She clenches her eyes shut as she is hit with a blast of scorching air. But then, as suddenly as it appeared, the heat dissipated. A low hum was now audible in the air around her. She opens her eyes and notices a shimmering blue shield at the end of her wand. 

-Michelle L.

Writing Tips: How to Create A Main Character

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Purpose: This should be the first part to consider when you create your protagonist. The purpose is how the character creates the plot of the book. What is the character trying to accomplish? What obstacles is your protagonist facing and why are they doing it? These are things to consider before fleshing out your main character. The plot will help you decide what traits to give your character.

Personality: This is arguably the most important part of creating your character because this is what will make the reader either put down the book or continue reading. When giving your character personality traits, make sure to give them traits that are relevant to the story and further the plot. The protagonist’s personality should be relatable and realistic. Everybody wants to read about positive traits and unique skills, but they also want to see flaws. We all have flaws, and sometimes the flaws in protagonists help to advance the plot of the story. How about a knight who is extremely timid? Mixing stereotypes with unique flaws and traits is the ideal way to create your protagonist.

Physical Traits: While personality is most important, the physical traits of your main character can also help draw in readers. For example, this could be race, gender, or physique. Especially nowadays, there is a lot of diversity within books regarding gender and race. This broadens the audience and allows certain readers to connect deeper with your character. Gender plays an important role in modern books because typically, girls read more than boys (not to say boys don’t read or there aren’t amazing male protagonists.) Finally, the physique of your character is important for two reasons: it helps draw in certain groups of readers, and it should reflect your plot. A character who has to carry a broadsword and armor, should have muscle. A character who spends a lot of time inside with little sleep, should appear ghastly. These are all simple ideas that could help you with creating your protagonist. 

-Michelle L.

Writing Tips: Fantasy Worldbuilding

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Genre: The most important part when you begin writing a novel is picking a genre. Think of all your favorite books or movies and take inspiration from all of them. Is your novel going to be set in a medieval world? Space? A dystopian civilization? Apocalyptic world? Once you decide it will be a lot easier to write out a plot and the details of your world.

Setting: The second most important part of writing a fantasy novel is choosing the setting. Typically, most fantasy novels take influence from medieval Europe, but it doesn’t always have to be that. What does the environment look like? Is it set in a cold environment, hot environment, desert, space, mountains, coastline? All of these are factors to consider when creating your world.

Plot: Typically fantasy novels follow a plot where the main character has to go on an adventure or quest to complete a task. However, this plot can have a lot of variation and provide a unique story. Some ideas to consider when working out a plot are the tools you will use to advance your plot. This could be magic, a character with a very specific skill, or any other unique additions to your book. This could also be influenced by the setting, perhaps the world is set in a dystopian setting where there are tensions between the rulers and their citizens. Maybe the main character has to go on a quest to find something. The possibilities are endless.

Characters: People like to read about relatable characters. When creating a main character it’s important to make them believable. Many times, new writers create a character that only reflects positive traits, when in reality, everyone has negative traits they’re not proud of. Insecurities and mistakes in a character give the reader an emotional attachment to said character. When writing side characters, make sure they exist to further the plot. Also try to give them their own personality to engage the reader.

-Michelle L.

You’re Enough

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“I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m sorry I can’t help you with your homework. I’m sorry I have an accent. I’m sorry I’m such an embarrassment.” Growing up, I heard my father utter these painful words as he looked tearfully into my eyes. But, even then, I wished I could make him see his true value in shaping me into the person I am today. 

I want my father to see himself as I see him: as a hero. I want my father to know that his scarred and callused hands are not merely the hands of a working-class man, but the hands of a selfless father who has given up everything for his children. The countless scars, cicatrixes, and wounds that decorate his hands are like shining medals in my eyes. Yes, my father came from an impoverished town in Mexico, never earned a college degree, and arrived in America with nothing but the clothes on his back; but in my eyes, he is a hero and his scars are his superpowers. His scars tell the story of a young boy who crossed the border illegally into an unknown land in which people spoke a foreign language. They tell the story of a boy who was forced to work in the fields at the age of seven, later abandoned by his parents at the age of eight. Most importantly, they remind me of my story and of my background. They remind me that just as my father wears his scars proudly, so must I. His scars are a physical representation of his dedication to our family. They remind me that just as he works tirelessly from morning to night to provide for our family, I must work to fulfill my dreams.

I wish I could make my father see that his white beat-up work truck is worth more than any Mercedez and that his tattered work clothes are more valuable than any luxury business suit. Because, in my eyes, his run-down truck and stained clothing tell a story, not of wealth and privilege, but of perseverance and incomparable strength. His scars, beaten truck, and tattered clothing are the reasons I have the opportunity to achieve my dream. They have given me insight into the value of hard work and inspire me to challenge myself daily. One day, I will make my father realize how valuable he truly is. For now, all I can do is hold his hand, look into his eyes, and say, “I promise, you’re enough.” 

-Yvette C.

Ode to the Beach Poem

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Whenever I see you I am comforted,

By your magnificent waves that crash against the sand.

When I see you I think of the magical creatures that are swimming in your oceans,

As well as the trillions of rainbow-colored fish I see each time I snorkel in your waters.

Whenever I step foot onto your sand,

I feel the sand between my toes,

That feels like home.

You provide a sense of comfort whenever I come to you,

As well as everyone else like my family and friends.

You provide a gathering spot where people of all ages can socialize and have fun,

And play in the sun.

Your oceans are sparkling like big diamonds wherever I look at them,

Which provide perfect picture spots.

There is so much I can do when I come to you,

Like play with sand toys in the sand,

Which make great big sandcastles,

That causes friendly competition.

And I can play in the water,

Whenever I go in,

I feel like I am by myself,

And that time has stopped.

I will always love coming to you.

-Abby V.

Alternate Ending for “The Landlady”

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I recently read a short horror story called “The Landlady,” which was left on a cliffhanger. I decided to write an alternate ending for it! I would highly recommend that you read the original short story before reading the alternate ending. You can find the story at https://www.teachingenglish.org.uk/sites/teacheng/files/landlady_text.pdf

Alternate Ending for “The Landlady”

Something, just something about this whole affair bothered Billy. He couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was, a stirring of the mind, a brief flash of thought. He attributed it, of course, to the heat of the room and the time of night. “I think I should like to go to bed now,” he said.

“Of course, dear,” cried the old lady, fussing over him, “I should think so!”
Billy sighed, stepping gingerly over the dachshund to make his way to the stairs. He turned back to look at the landlady. She had her back to him, serenely gazing into the dying embers of the fire, petting the dachshund, a cold, stiff travesty of a dog. Yes, something about this whole bloody business just wasn’t quite right. Shaking his head, he stumbled slowly up the stairs and into his room. He sat down heavily on the bed, still thinking. The fourth floor? The men were still here? But how? Eyes drooping, he fell straight to sleep, questions still echoing around his head.

3 a.m. the following morning
Billy started out of sleep, thrashing wildly about his bed like a trout out of water. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked blearily around the room. A quick check of the nightstand clock confirmed his suspicion that it was indeed very early in the morning. Just a minute! A voice was coming from the landing above his. It was a mere mumbling, but a voice nonetheless. It was a crooning, haunting tone that rose and fell eerily; yes, it was a voice as smooth as silk, yet as sharp as glass. Billy was wide awake now, no chance of ever falling asleep in this cursed house again! Pulling on his robe, he slowly pushed open the door to investigate.

He crept up the stairs, thoroughly examining his surroundings. He was on the third floor now. Looking about, he saw a small sewing machine, overflowing boxes of cloth, and shelves overflowing with a large variety of small bottles. The room itself smelled faintly of hospital disinfectant. Intrigued, Billy slowly stepped closer. A curious smell came from the flask closest to him. Reaching out, he pulled it from its place and gave it a cautious sniff. The flask reeked of bitter almonds and garlic. Covering his nose with his sleeve, Billy replaced the cask on its shelf and continued his trek.

Something wasn’t quite right. Billy was tripping now, stumbling and coughing. His vision doubled and his eyes watered. In front of him he saw the landlady, crooning gently to- to- he collapsed, the cold, dead face of Christopher Mulholland still swimming in his memory, mouth affixed in a plastic smile, ghastly and preserved.

The face of the landlady, cruel and hard, stared down at him. In the light, she looked a hundred years old, like the old Greek demons Billy had learned about in school. His head felt like a lump of stone. The woman leered down at him, spinning a scalpel expertly between her fingers. He rasped out one word. “Why?” The landlady’s lips turned down. She looked put out to see him awake. “Why, darling, I must keep you! You’ll wither away otherwise.” Billy coughed again, then screamed as a sharp pain sliced into his flesh, below his abdomen. As he floated in and out of consciousness, he heard the landlady singing. My Bonnie lies over the ocean, my Bonnie lies over the sea, my Bonnie lies over the ocean. The landlady smiled cruelly as she pulled her final stitch. “Please bring back my Bonnie to me…”

I hope you enjoyed it!

-Vaidehi B.

“The House” Short Story

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I strolled down the sidewalk on the sunny Thursday morning, lost in my thoughts and worries. Was I ever going to find a home that was perfect? I idly examined the mansion I found myself in front of. Manicured lawn, tall hedges hiding the home, marble fountain bubbling up on the walkway… “I could live with this,” I mumbled to myself. I peer through the hedges, trying to catch a glimpse of the house. Suddenly, two boys sauntered up the lawn in front of me, no more than three yards from me! I fervently prayed they wouldn’t notice me, and they didn’t. Breathing a sigh of relief, I strained my ears to hear what the taller of the pair was explaining to his squat friend. “Yeah, the house is nicer since Dad put the new stone siding and fireplace in…” Hmm… a fireplace? I listened closer, sneaking around to the back where I could hear the boys’ voices through the open kitchen window. Newly painted living room, nearest house a quarter mile away? “Lovely, lovely,” I thought. Damp and musty basement? Could get a discount for that… But new plumbing was an added plus. A den was rather unnecessary but perfect for a home theatre system. “Speakers, projector, screens..” Quite lost in my reverie, I came to when the boys were already upstairs! I put my ear to the wall, and was barely able to hear Tall’s voice over Squat’s rapid questions. Three upstairs bedrooms… Perfect for a study and a recreation room. I could hear Tall’s voice more clearly now. “The bathroom in the hall is mine, since Dad added one to my sisters’ room for them… yeah, this is a leak; the roof finally rotted…” A leak! That was worth a hefty price reduction… Grinning to myself, I decided that I had heard enough. As I ambled down the street, I imagined myself putting in an offer, one they wouldn’t be able to resist. How did I know so much about their house? Well, that was my little secret… 

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-Vaidehi B.

Writing Tips!

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Creating things can be difficult.  Frequently, writers develop a lack of motivation or good ideas, known as writer’s block.  When in one of these moods it can feel impossible to begin writing, like your writing is no good, or that you will never finish on account of not finding the perfect synonym for “yesterday”.  

My brain’s most frequent writing issue is that I ramble.  My ideas come so fast, my fingers don’t have time to get them down on paper, and before I know it I’ve forgotten what I was writing and moved on to a completely different topic.  This leaves my writing sporadic, confusing, and without purpose.  

A tip to cope is letting go of your standards when you first start writing and entering a “brainstorming” mindset where your fingers can get down the most important parts of your ideas without having to worry about grammatical errors or better word choices.  This allows you to get more work done and gives you more material to work with during revision later.  You’ll also feel more satisfied with how much you were able to write and express yourself.  

This brainstorming mode can even take the form of a list or other grammatically incorrect forms.  Long run-on sentences branching out your ideas or even sketchy, bulleted outlines of stories all work to combat writer’s block, give you more motivation and satisfaction, and help you become a more confident and efficient writer.  You’ll be surprised how much more you’re able to get done!  Happy writing! 

-Giselle F.