Introducing…

The Blogger’s Fantasy Notebook: Writing Challenge 


Hey! I’d like to introduce you to FNWC! Yes, that’s right, I’m hosting a writing camp on my other blog, So Sugar Sweet. So, it’s pretty much similar to any other one, such as CWWC or AAWC.:)

Rules:

-Each week you will be given a set of five prompts. You can choose to use only one or all of them; the more prompts you use, the more points you earn for your team.

-If you want to participate, comment, “I want to participate in The Blogger’s Fantasy Notebook!” Also, say what team you would want to be on. I can’t make any promises though!😉

-Post the story on your blog before the deadline given.

-You can use your team name in your story for extra points

So, you’re probably wondering about the teams. Here they are…

Team Lions.jpgTeam Gazelle.jpg

Team Emerald.jpg

Team Dragons.jpg

Team Stars.jpg


 

 

PLEASE SPREAD THIS AROUND! I’d love to get a lot of participants, and it will hopefully be fun for all those writers out there. :3

 

Any questions? I’d be happy to answer them.:)


Au revoir!😛

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53 thoughts on “Introducing…

      • I’m on team gazelle- I think. I heard that the prompt was “start a story with the words ‘the end'” so here is my entry!

        Start a story with the words “the end”

        That was the challenge. Here is my entry:
        —————————————————————
        The End. Those were the words I heard every night. My brother always was the one to say them. That was before he left for college. He died before I ever heard those words again. They all said it was from a car crash, but I’m not so sure.

        I am Angelina, but everyone calls me Anne. My brother was named Andrew, and his picture hangs in the hall. Mother never talks about him, and neither does my father. That’s what makes me so suspicious. We live in a German town, right among the ones who have ruined my life: the Nazi. Now I walk to school afraid to talk to anyone.

        “Angelina, should we be doing this?” My friend, Lizzy asked.

        “What else should we do? If mother isn’t letting us move why not?,” I answered. Lizzy was my best and only friend. Both our mothers lived in our German town, and we went to the same school. Now we were spying-on Nazi soldiers. We were both suspicious about my brothers death. Was he really killed in a car crash?

        “We have to find out how my brother was killed,” I whispered, and Lizzy quieted down.

        And I was happy she did, because at that moment we heard a voice, speaking German. I translated for Lizzy, who, unlike me, didn’t know any German.

        “We must keep it a secret, this town not good for out plans, people are too nosy,” A tall soldier said.

        “The general commanded for us to tell him!” Said another stocky soldier.

        “If he finds we took someone-,” the tall man began.

        “He won’t, as long as you keep a secret,” the stocky man said as their voices faded away.

        I was baffled. Who had they taken? And why would they want to keep it a secret? Lizzy nudged me, and I was brought out of my thoughts.

        “We better get going,” she said, and I nodded.

        “We learned a lot,” I said as we walked towards home.

        “But what to make of it? I don’t understand what the secret is,” Lizzy said.

        “So that’s what we’re going to find out,” I said, sounding much more confidant then I felt.
        —————————————————————————————-
        I hope you like it! I also made it a post on my blog!

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      • For Number two you have until 12:00 PM on July 12, CENTRAL TIME. 🙂 I posted the prompts for round 2 on my blog So Sugar Sweet. All TBFN things will be posted there. There are a few prompts for each round and the one you used was for round one. You only use the ones given for the round of you want points. (For some people, it’s just for fun)

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      • I entered for part two!
        Prompt: Tell the story of the burnt roses

        The roses were burnt, the wedding forgotten. The queen was nothing, the king’s heart was rotten.

        This little rhyme I read each night. I thought it was a fairytale. Until I saw a tower. Her hair hung down low, golden with a few streak of gray, just like the prince-but his hair had no gray. The tower, tall and made of stone, was a prison. I had known something wasn’t right- the magic had felt different. Yes, the magic. Our town is full of it. Trolls, unicorns, everything. But my mother says one day the magic went wrong.

        The tower was impossible to climb. And falling from it meant certain death. But did it mean we had no queen? No, she was there. I saw her. I heard her voice, like honey. And the magic told me.

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      • I am into this contest, but it is my last entry 4 2day!

        Prompt: Eyeglasses Forever

        Team: Gazelle

        How had I forgotten? I had worn eyeglasses forever-ever since I had remembered. I would automatically reach for them each morning.

        As I banged into a wall I once again chided myself for forgetting. How had I forgotten? I had put them right on the kitchen counter for cleaning. And forgotten to put them back on.

        “Where are your glasses, Libbie?” A voice, which I could tell only by its high pitch that it was my BFF, Emily.

        “I forgot them,” I replied, finding a chair and slumping down into it.

        “Ha, very funny,”

        “No, really, Emily, I forgot them when I set them out for cleaning,”

        “Oh,” Emily said, sobering.

        “I would be very grateful if you could tell the teacher,” I said, trying to find out where she was, so I could ‘look’ at her. Because all I was seeing was fuzz.

        “Sure, Libbie,” Emily said, and I heard her walk away.

        Then I saw stars. Then a tiny face. A fairy, with golden hair, and delicate wings, bursting with color.

        “Come, chosen one,” said the fairy, her voice bell-like.

        “Chosen? What do you mean, chosen?”

        “You have been chosen by the most high one. Now come, we have a journey,” she said.

        I did. And then saw I wasn’t in the hallway. I was somewhere completely different. I was in a tree. It was bursting with life. I spotted the fairy I had spoken to, and went up to her. I was strangely the same size as her.

        “No time for questions, right now,” the fairy said, which made my mouth close. “Come, we must go, and I will tell you of your journey.

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    • Nancy Drew- hi! You could, or you could copy+paste the prompts you used into the beginning or end of your post and just have your story s/o the photos in between.

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