Backlog of HEX writing: Post 1 of a bunch
I've got a solid 6 weeks of writing to post, so hold onto your hats...
This first one was a competition for Leap Day - Feb 29.
T A S K
All of the best sleepovers have stories told by the campfire. Instead of making a fire in the middle of the castle, however, we're going to tell them by wand-light! Lumos, anyone?
In more than 100 words, but less than 750, you are to write us a story! Do you want to tell a ghost story? Or maybe you'd rather enlighten us on the origin of sock monsters? Whatever you choose, as long as it's within Hex rules, it's allowed! However, just writing a story is too easy... so to make it a bit more interesting, you must use at least seven of the words below in your work, although you're absolutely allowed to use more! Once you've finished your literary masterpiece, post it in this thread for all to enjoy!
Boomerang
Bowtruckle
Button
Cotton Candy
Leaf
Magic
Marshmallow
Sock
Submarine
Turtle
Water
A color of the rainbow- Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, or Violet
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Jackie pulled the heavy blue cardigan closer around her and shivered. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. It had sounded fun when Sam had teased her. "I dare you! Spend just one hour by yourself in Geauga Lake Park." After all, the old amusement park had been deserted for years, with the spectre of roller coasters and carnival-like booths that were all but gone. Not much was left of the park that Jackie had so loved as a little child. Just a few old buildings, pillars that had once housed mega-thrill rides, the shell of the water park and slides, and a lingering scent of kettle corn and cotton candy.
But now it was pitch black, and Jackie was armed with only her flashlight, some wirecutters, and her iPhone. She eyed the fence around the back of the park warily. Was it electrified? If it was, her adventure would be over before it began. She remembered the advice her uncle had given her for checking the fence they had for the horses: wear rubber-soled shoes (she had on her sneakers), and cover your hands for insulation before touching the wire. Oh, no! She had forgotten to bring gloves. Jackie doubtfully looked at her cardigan. Would that work? Maybe. Just to be on the safe side, she took off her right sock and put that on her hand before pulling down the cardigan sleeve for extra cushioning. Sidling up to the fence, she braced herself and gingerly touched the back of her hand to the wire. Nothing. Just in case, she pressed harder. It was fine. Sighing with relief, she stepped back and surveyed the fence. Should she use the cutters or just try to squeeze through?
Squeeze through, she decided. Tucking the ends of the cardigan into her jeans, Jackie tied the belt tightly around her, put the sock back on, wiggled into her sneaker, and pulled tentatively on the wires. Yes. there was just enough give that she should be able to shimmy through as long as she was careful. Slowly, she poked her head between the wires and reached for the fencepole to steady herself so she could get her legs through. Suddenly, she heard a faint buzzing sound.
Oh, no! The fence was coming on! Frantically, Jackie pulled back through. One of her cardigan buttons got caught on the fence and popped off. The button sailed through the air, landing 8 feet into the park. Whew! That had been a close call. Now she could hear the hum and crackle of the electricity. There was no way to get into the park through the fence except by magic now, and Jackie was no magician.
Still, there was a part of Jackie that was relieved. She'd begun to have real misgivings about the park dare, and now she could go back to Sam with proof that she had tried: her damaged cardigan. She turned away from the fence and started to trudge back through the woods. Just then, something struck her on the back of the head, hard. "OW!" Jackie said aloud. She reached up and rubbed the spot. That really hurt!
Jackie turned around and shined her flashlight on the ground. There, at her feet, was the missing blue button, resting atop an oak leaf. Stooping, she quickly picked it up and then shined the flashlight back onto the fence and the park. It was undisturbed. Whoever - or whatever - had thrown her button had vanished. But how could there have been anyone there? Jackie was certain the place had been deserted. Badly shaken, now, she started running back to the truck. There was no way she was ever going back to Geauga Lake Park, and certainly not at night!
This first one was a competition for Leap Day - Feb 29.
T A S K
All of the best sleepovers have stories told by the campfire. Instead of making a fire in the middle of the castle, however, we're going to tell them by wand-light! Lumos, anyone?
In more than 100 words, but less than 750, you are to write us a story! Do you want to tell a ghost story? Or maybe you'd rather enlighten us on the origin of sock monsters? Whatever you choose, as long as it's within Hex rules, it's allowed! However, just writing a story is too easy... so to make it a bit more interesting, you must use at least seven of the words below in your work, although you're absolutely allowed to use more! Once you've finished your literary masterpiece, post it in this thread for all to enjoy!
Boomerang
Bowtruckle
Button
Cotton Candy
Leaf
Magic
Marshmallow
Sock
Submarine
Turtle
Water
A color of the rainbow- Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, or Violet
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Jackie pulled the heavy blue cardigan closer around her and shivered. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. It had sounded fun when Sam had teased her. "I dare you! Spend just one hour by yourself in Geauga Lake Park." After all, the old amusement park had been deserted for years, with the spectre of roller coasters and carnival-like booths that were all but gone. Not much was left of the park that Jackie had so loved as a little child. Just a few old buildings, pillars that had once housed mega-thrill rides, the shell of the water park and slides, and a lingering scent of kettle corn and cotton candy.
But now it was pitch black, and Jackie was armed with only her flashlight, some wirecutters, and her iPhone. She eyed the fence around the back of the park warily. Was it electrified? If it was, her adventure would be over before it began. She remembered the advice her uncle had given her for checking the fence they had for the horses: wear rubber-soled shoes (she had on her sneakers), and cover your hands for insulation before touching the wire. Oh, no! She had forgotten to bring gloves. Jackie doubtfully looked at her cardigan. Would that work? Maybe. Just to be on the safe side, she took off her right sock and put that on her hand before pulling down the cardigan sleeve for extra cushioning. Sidling up to the fence, she braced herself and gingerly touched the back of her hand to the wire. Nothing. Just in case, she pressed harder. It was fine. Sighing with relief, she stepped back and surveyed the fence. Should she use the cutters or just try to squeeze through?
Squeeze through, she decided. Tucking the ends of the cardigan into her jeans, Jackie tied the belt tightly around her, put the sock back on, wiggled into her sneaker, and pulled tentatively on the wires. Yes. there was just enough give that she should be able to shimmy through as long as she was careful. Slowly, she poked her head between the wires and reached for the fencepole to steady herself so she could get her legs through. Suddenly, she heard a faint buzzing sound.
Oh, no! The fence was coming on! Frantically, Jackie pulled back through. One of her cardigan buttons got caught on the fence and popped off. The button sailed through the air, landing 8 feet into the park. Whew! That had been a close call. Now she could hear the hum and crackle of the electricity. There was no way to get into the park through the fence except by magic now, and Jackie was no magician.
Still, there was a part of Jackie that was relieved. She'd begun to have real misgivings about the park dare, and now she could go back to Sam with proof that she had tried: her damaged cardigan. She turned away from the fence and started to trudge back through the woods. Just then, something struck her on the back of the head, hard. "OW!" Jackie said aloud. She reached up and rubbed the spot. That really hurt!
Jackie turned around and shined her flashlight on the ground. There, at her feet, was the missing blue button, resting atop an oak leaf. Stooping, she quickly picked it up and then shined the flashlight back onto the fence and the park. It was undisturbed. Whoever - or whatever - had thrown her button had vanished. But how could there have been anyone there? Jackie was certain the place had been deserted. Badly shaken, now, she started running back to the truck. There was no way she was ever going back to Geauga Lake Park, and certainly not at night!