CREATIVE WRITING 101
The Writer’s Chair
Okay, boys and girls, it’s time to put our desks in a circle for our weekly Writer’s Chair. Please giveyour attention to Miss Anonymous as she reads a portion of the novel she’s been working on. As always, give her your honest feedback, but give it kindly and gently. Remember, this is her “baby” we’ll be talking about. Miss Anonymous, before you begin reading, set us up a bit.
Well, this is an expert from the end of Chapter 9. Basically, a young girl (seemingly normal)
just witnessed a series of unexplainable, magical things. In this passage, she is
realizing just how different the rest of her life is going to be. A LOT of things happened
to lead up to this point, but I wanted to pick a passage that showed the magic of the
story, yet really captured Madelyn’s inner feelings. Be warned, it probably won’t make a
whole lot of sense story-wise, since you haven’t read the other 8.75 chapters, but I hope
you like it none the same. So, here goes. . .
“Stand back.” She shouted, focusing her attention on Symon’s violent
emissions. “This is going to get hot.”
As she instructed, I ran quickly towards an inlet against the wall. As soon as she
knew I was out of harm’s way, she wrapped both of her hands around her wand and
began murmuring something beneath her breath. Symon must have realized what she
was doing because he began instantly backing away—but he reacted too slowly. For
as he finally turned and began running for safety, her wand began to glow. Symon
didn’t make it twenty feet before he suddenly fell to his knees, gripping his head in
After a minute, or so, she released her enchantment—and Symon fell face-first
onto the floor below; his body began twitching uncontrollably and his bladder began to
empty onto the concrete below his body. Something about that mortifying image made
me think twice about the orange-haired girl, but the other part of me was gratified; I was
definitely on the right side of the battlefield.
I turned back to check on our comrade—who was fighting to survive his
handicapped battle. I was feeling confident in his success until one of the cloaked
individuals connected with his front paw. A deafening moan rumbled the fragile, brick
walls as he struggled to fend them off. The orange-haired girl turned towards me,
gripping my shoulders firmly.
“He needs my help; he won’t survive long on his own. Madelyn, I want you to
listen to me very carefully: a few hundred yards back, I saw a passageway. Each of
these passages leads to an exit. I want you to run—as fast as you can. We’ll come for
you. You’re going to have to trust me on that.” She said over another pained moan. “I’ve
got to go; good luck.”
She let go of me without further warning and pranced quickly to his aid. I
watched for a brief moment before I realized I was wasting precious time. I turned and
began running quickly in the direction of the arena. It didn’t take me long at a dead
sprint to reach the turn that I needed. Without hesitation, I rounded the corner as
quickly as I could. In the distance behind me, I could hear the pattering of footsteps
growing nearer by the second.
As soon as I rounded the corner, the light of an exit was barely visible in the
distance. Hopeful, I began running even faster than before. The adrenaline began
pumping through my veins—either from the excitement of from the fear—and I began
running quicker than I’d ever run before. As I came within a few hundred feet of the
exit, however, I came to a sudden standstill. Before me, where the road to my safety
should have been, was a deep, empty crater.
“It can’t be a dead end.” I whispered aloud to myself—tears beginning to swell up
in my eyes.
The tunnel’s walls continued to rumble—and masses of brick persisted to
plummet from the ceiling. Then, a thunderous boom, most probably some sort of
explosion, echoed from deep within the tunnel. Immediately following, the walls began
to crumble before my eyes.
“No!” I shouted, realizing that my new friends remained trapped inside.
I failed to realized, however, that I had only two options. My first was to stand
within the tunnel—only to have tons upon tons of falling rock crush my delicate body.
My second and far more terrifying option was to take a leap of faith—right off of the side
of the cliff. Either way, I recognized that the likelihood of my survival was minimal.
I struggled between the two, looking in both directions—unable to find the
strength inside me to make such an unfavorable decision. Then, before I had the
chance to decide, the ground beneath me began to crack. Startled, I tried to run
forward, back into the tunnel. To my dismay, the entire expanse surrounding my feet
began crumbling; in a matter of seconds, the ground disappeared from beneath me. I
felt the gravitational pull yanking on my helpless body as I fell backwards out of the
brick-laid tunnel—and straight off the side of the cliff.
I literally felt as though I was watching the following moments in slow motion. I
looked on for what seemed like minutes as the collapsing tunnel began to grow further
and further away from me and I neared the jagged terrain below. In those few, short
moments, I’d begun to give up—and I was silently saying goodbye to what little ounce
of a life I had left to loose. Just as I started to close my eyes in surrender, a large, dark
shadow emerged from the crumpling passageway out of which I tumbled. It only took
the time of a heartbeat to realize that my savior had once again come through for me.
As his colossal, feline claws outstretched towards me, I reached my arms out for him. It
took little time to notice the orange-haired girl clinging effortlessly to his fur, looking
down towards me with determination in her stare.
In a swift motion, she leapt from his back into another somersault as he
simultaneously transformed into the massive horned owl from before. As his
transformation came to a complete conversion, he reached out and caught me with
his talons. Effortlessly, the orange-haired girl landed gracefully onto his back—and
we began flying away to safety. It wasn’t until we began rising into the air again that I
realized I had been only inches from the ground when his claws snatched me.
He lifted his talon high enough for the orange-haired girl to pull me onto his back.
Once I was safely aboard, I took a moment to catch my breath. My heart began racing,
finally able to comprehend what had just happened—and my fingers began shaking
uncontrollably. Until that moment, I hadn’t had the time to let everything sink in—
the torture, the deceit, and the bizarre things that I had witnessed. It wasn’t until that
moment that I realized nothing in my life would ever be the same again.
“I can bet that this is a little overwhelming for you, isn’t it?” The orange-haired girl
said with a smile. “Don’t worry; things will get better. By the way, my name’s Alba. I’m
happy to finally meet you, Madelyn.”
I turned to see her staring back at me with a relaxed grin. Her eyes were the
brightest shade of yellow and feline in appearance. They were the most unique and
intriguing eyes that I had ever seen. She tied her hair back in a short ponytail and her
bangs swooped naturally to the side. She was a very pretty girl and her gaze radiated
“Pardon me for asking, but how exactly do you know my name? I don’t think that
we’ve ever met.” I asked, trying my hardest to piece everything together.
She giggled playfully at my question, and the lightness of the situation brought a
smile to my face. It had seemed like an eternity since I had smiled—and it felt nice
being in the company of somebody that wasn’t trying to torture me.
“Don’t worry, Madelyn. Everything will make sense, soon enough.” She said with
a wink of her catlike eye.
The multi-colored clouds indicated that the morning was new—and the sun
brilliantly shined from the sky above. I stared at it in awe, mesmerized by its peaceful
appearance. Then, something caught my eye that beyond astounded me. A mile or so
ahead, floating through the sky before us was a massive, wooden ship. I snickered
under my breath as I watched it; had I seen it a day earlier, I would never have believed
that an inanimate object could fly. In that moment, however, I realized that anything
was possible—and the laws of rationality no longer applied.
It was assembled by means of the prettiest wood I had ever feasted my eyes
upon—and its massive flag bared a striking resemblance to a sail as it fluttered in the
morning wind. The entire scene was captivating and surreal—the kind one would have
to see to appreciate—or believe. I took a deep breath, soaking up the crisp, daybreak
air, and I finally began to feel at ease. For in that moment, I came to fathom two,
extraordinary things: my friends and I had just escaped a fate worse than death—and
our amazing adventure had only just begun.
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