Exercise 5
SO! I took a writing class last semester!!! YAY!
It was the first one I ever took, even though from the very first time I wrote a picture book, I wanted to be an author, and technically seems counter productive. Loooooong story short, and I was super excited, and this writer got a 98%! Would’ve been a 100% but I skipped one assignment don’t judge ;)
Therefore, I learned how to write a full story in a single page. And if ya’ll don’t mind, I would like to share my masterpieces! You can double check me, but copy and paste to Word, double-spaced, 12 font, and here there be g/t on a single page!
Thank you so much for reading ^^ Hope everyone has a wonderful day!
Don’t think there’s anything to warn about...
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Scott allows himself to pace across the table, ignoring the fact it’s currently the size of a football field to him. Pretending goosebumps aren’t littering his arms as the AC he turned on for the heat that snuck inside finally kicks on. Most importantly, imaging the shadow looming over him is anything but Eggs watching him like a cat waiting to pounce on a mouse. Something he certainly doesn’t appreciate considering he’s the size of one.
“OH! Let’s see how long it takes you to walk across one tile!”
The blond beams with the clear statement it’s the greatest idea in history. The miniscule glare aimed up as the currently almost three inch tall figure continues with his own agenda doesn’t deter it, either. “No.”
“I bet it’d take a few minutes,” Eggs grins. “Come on, I’ll help you down!”
Scott immediately scrambles away as a hand the size of a car reaches for him. Pacing abandoned, the illusion of control and security it helped him create dispelled without any effort. Helpless. Unable to stop it.
The worst part is he trusts Eggs. No matter how loud the blond gets, or reckless, they’re considered close friends. The promise Scott will pull him out of trouble, and no prank will go too far. The younger has never been an essential giant, though.
The shrunken figure trips out of fear. Yells as fingers longer than he is tall dart behind him to cushion his fall. Yet by some miracle he isn’t immediately lifted up to God knows where.
The smile hovering above is still lined with teeth that can snap him in half. But promises they’ll take this at Scott’s speed. “You’re so small!”
Really? I haven’t noticed.
