15 minutes? Is that really all it takes?
I haven't done a fifteen minute challenge in a while, so I thought I'd try one out. I made up my mind that I would not, under any circumstances, allow myself to do a Hannah Montana laced challenge though. I still wanted to do some sort of fanfic, just because it's fun, so I decided to play around in the world of Unnatural History. The series, a live action one on Cartoon Network, was canceled at the end of the year, so there's only thirteen episodes of character development to work with, but I found the show interesting, so I thought it would be fun to give it a try. Not that this is any kind of real story by any means.
If you're unfamiliar with the show, I suggest you check it out, though it is hard to track down online since videos have been removed from all over the place. It's got a fun, cheesy, National Treasure for kids feel to it.
A 15 minute challenge, for those of you out there who, for some reason, decided to read this, is when you take a word at random, and then write, inspired by the word, for fifteen minutes. Sounds easy enough, but it can be torture if you get a strange word.
Also, I have no idea where this would have been going. I just wrote, with no plan, and then stopped when my time was up.
Force.
She scoffed while walking to her next class.
Did they really believe in all of this hocus pocus nonsense? Henry, well, that she could understand. He had grown up all over the world in some pretty strange places. Living with a shaman one week and a monk the next had to mess with a guy's head a little bit. But Jasper? He was supposed to be the logical one. Semi-logical anyway. Maybe less so than her, but definitely more than his globe trotting cousin.
But there he was, trotting along next to her in the hallway, going on and on, almost giddily, about a concept that was so far fetched, she couldn't even understand how he could possibly entertain the idea. It was, to put it bluntly, a crock of bat dung. And she was getting sick of listening. But instead of berrating him, she let him talk, clutched her books to her chest, and clenched her jaw to prevent herself from screaming.
"I'm telling you, Maggie. There's actually some merit here. Love spells. Ha. The idea is a little outdated, but it would explain a lot about her behavior. I mean, I read this article about-"
But, thankfully, the bell cut him off, and Maggie was able to take her seat in the very front row of the classroom, and focus on the lesson at hand. Pen in hand, paper in front of her, the lecture filled her up and took her over. For about the first ten minutes. Taking notes in her own personal shorthand was as natural as breathing, and listening to a grammar lesson she could have taught herself made her attention wander all too soon.
What Jasper and Henry had been thinking. Seriously thinking. It was impossible. There were laws in nature. The universe proceeded a certain way. Nothing could be done to change that. You couldn't just make the world stop working the way it was supposed to work. Natural laws were natural laws. They provided order in an otherwise chaotic state. And she was not going to let them try to convince her otherwise. She was not going to let their utterly ridiculous theories get to her. She was going to relax her clenched jaw before she got a migraine. She was not going to let her eyes keep sneaking to the side to check on Jasper and see if he was paying attention to the lesson. She was not going to think about the things he had said, or admit that she was curious about the article he had read. She was not going to let this interruption in her otherwise organized day bother her.
She would just focus on the things that made sense. For now.
Like... an object at rest remains at rest unless acted upon by an outside force.
Yes. Physics. That was a comforting thought. You couldn't change physics. Those laws were immutable. There wasn't a single object in the known universe that could just start moving along on its own without any help whatsoever. The energy, the force, it had to come from somewhere. Things didn't just happen on their own. If something was in a steady state of not going anywhere one day, it wasn't just going to change and up and go somewhere the next day. There had to be an outside force. Something had to make it move.
Narrowing her eyes at where that thought had taken her, Maggie cut her gaze to Jasper again. One row over, one seat back. He wasn't paying attention at all. Instead, he was busy staring at the back of the girl's head in front of him with a half smile on his face. The same girl they had been talking about earlier. The same girl who had just up and asked Jasper out for no reason at all when she had been ignoring him for the better part of the year. The same girl Jasper had simply reacted to by saying yes. Even though he claimed to have no interest in her whatsoever.
Maggie had witnessed it with her own eyes. It was like he had been hypnotized or something.
Yes. Hypnosis. That made a whole lot more sense. His eyes, the girl's eyes, they had both been perfectly blank when they spoke. There was no pupil dialation to suggest attraction. No flushed faces. No quick breathing. It was like some outside force had compelled their movement toward one another. But spells? That was ridiculous. Why hadn't they considered hypnosis before?
Magic, spells, whatever it was that Jasper and Henry were going on about, it just wasn't logical. At least hypnosis made some measure of sense.
If you're unfamiliar with the show, I suggest you check it out, though it is hard to track down online since videos have been removed from all over the place. It's got a fun, cheesy, National Treasure for kids feel to it.
A 15 minute challenge, for those of you out there who, for some reason, decided to read this, is when you take a word at random, and then write, inspired by the word, for fifteen minutes. Sounds easy enough, but it can be torture if you get a strange word.
Also, I have no idea where this would have been going. I just wrote, with no plan, and then stopped when my time was up.
Force.
She scoffed while walking to her next class.
Did they really believe in all of this hocus pocus nonsense? Henry, well, that she could understand. He had grown up all over the world in some pretty strange places. Living with a shaman one week and a monk the next had to mess with a guy's head a little bit. But Jasper? He was supposed to be the logical one. Semi-logical anyway. Maybe less so than her, but definitely more than his globe trotting cousin.
But there he was, trotting along next to her in the hallway, going on and on, almost giddily, about a concept that was so far fetched, she couldn't even understand how he could possibly entertain the idea. It was, to put it bluntly, a crock of bat dung. And she was getting sick of listening. But instead of berrating him, she let him talk, clutched her books to her chest, and clenched her jaw to prevent herself from screaming.
"I'm telling you, Maggie. There's actually some merit here. Love spells. Ha. The idea is a little outdated, but it would explain a lot about her behavior. I mean, I read this article about-"
But, thankfully, the bell cut him off, and Maggie was able to take her seat in the very front row of the classroom, and focus on the lesson at hand. Pen in hand, paper in front of her, the lecture filled her up and took her over. For about the first ten minutes. Taking notes in her own personal shorthand was as natural as breathing, and listening to a grammar lesson she could have taught herself made her attention wander all too soon.
What Jasper and Henry had been thinking. Seriously thinking. It was impossible. There were laws in nature. The universe proceeded a certain way. Nothing could be done to change that. You couldn't just make the world stop working the way it was supposed to work. Natural laws were natural laws. They provided order in an otherwise chaotic state. And she was not going to let them try to convince her otherwise. She was not going to let their utterly ridiculous theories get to her. She was going to relax her clenched jaw before she got a migraine. She was not going to let her eyes keep sneaking to the side to check on Jasper and see if he was paying attention to the lesson. She was not going to think about the things he had said, or admit that she was curious about the article he had read. She was not going to let this interruption in her otherwise organized day bother her.
She would just focus on the things that made sense. For now.
Like... an object at rest remains at rest unless acted upon by an outside force.
Yes. Physics. That was a comforting thought. You couldn't change physics. Those laws were immutable. There wasn't a single object in the known universe that could just start moving along on its own without any help whatsoever. The energy, the force, it had to come from somewhere. Things didn't just happen on their own. If something was in a steady state of not going anywhere one day, it wasn't just going to change and up and go somewhere the next day. There had to be an outside force. Something had to make it move.
Narrowing her eyes at where that thought had taken her, Maggie cut her gaze to Jasper again. One row over, one seat back. He wasn't paying attention at all. Instead, he was busy staring at the back of the girl's head in front of him with a half smile on his face. The same girl they had been talking about earlier. The same girl who had just up and asked Jasper out for no reason at all when she had been ignoring him for the better part of the year. The same girl Jasper had simply reacted to by saying yes. Even though he claimed to have no interest in her whatsoever.
Maggie had witnessed it with her own eyes. It was like he had been hypnotized or something.
Yes. Hypnosis. That made a whole lot more sense. His eyes, the girl's eyes, they had both been perfectly blank when they spoke. There was no pupil dialation to suggest attraction. No flushed faces. No quick breathing. It was like some outside force had compelled their movement toward one another. But spells? That was ridiculous. Why hadn't they considered hypnosis before?
Magic, spells, whatever it was that Jasper and Henry were going on about, it just wasn't logical. At least hypnosis made some measure of sense.