The Nays

Entry #30:

Write a scene when your main character is being told off by one of their parents.

"You can’t go running off like that anymore, Mar,” Mommy is glaring at me sternly as she says this, “Your papa and I have been worried sick. You went up and disappeared for months and only checked in to say hi for a day?”

I look down, unsure what to say... I can’t really control how long I stay home anymore... I keep being taken against my own will.

“This is unacceptable. And we won’t have it anymore, okay?” she glares at me as she shouts this. This time Mommy’s actually waiting for an answer, I think.

“I... can try...” I mutter.

“You’re gonna have to do better than try! And I’ll be the one to make sure of it,” she grabs onto my hand and drags me into the little room. The dreaded location of the whole island... 

Our house is basically a castle floating on water, because of how many weird passage ways we have. But the little room is its own story. It’s a small room that you can only get to from the floor above. It’s a drop down into darkness. The door leading to the outside is gated off and too rusty to even open anymore. 

It’s in a very painful location. When you’re in there, you can look out and see the other kids playing and having fun in the front. But they can’t see you. No one can see you. You just have to sit and wait until the punishment is over.

Mommy drops me in there and shuts the top, leaving me trapped. I wonder how long she’ll make me suffer in here? And I actually didn’t even do anything wrong purposefully... it was those birds.

Entry #28:

Use this line to start a scene. 

"Do you have any idea how to fix this?”

Master Sarah looks at me in a panic as she points at her face. I’m a little confused what she means, but I ask anyway.

“You mean... your Dark Vaiyo markings?” I ask.

“They never glowed like this before! What’s happening!?” she shouts out. I suppose they are a bright red color at the moment, but still...

“Yes, they glow once your abilities have fully awakened. That’s why I’m here,” I remark, scratching my head. I wonder if that’s even what she was asking about.

“Abilities awakened? What are you talking about? I already have these terrible mind reading abilities. You’re acting like this is something normal to me, but it’s not,” she scowls at me.

“I’m sorry, Master Sarah, it’s just rare to even see Dark Vaiyos whose powers aren’t fully awakened. Your race is rather rare,” I reply. She sighs, shaking her head.

“Yeah this race should be extinct honestly. No one wants us around anyway,” she grumbles. I shake my head, seriously now.

“Never say such a thing. Your existence is very important. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that you make it out alive,” I say in response, cupping my hands around hers now. I am looking her in the eyes, just to show her how serious I am about this job.

I will protect Master Sarah, even if it costs me my life.

Entry #26:

Write a scene in which your main character talks to someone in an online chat.

I decide to log into Chatplex today, since it has been awhile since I used it.

Not many of us still use the app though, especially after the release of the Complex VR Headset.  Most of us actually met on Chatplex to begin with, so a few of us will still log in occasionally.

Today is one of those days where I am curious to see who is still in there.

Once I enter #Outlaw_Bar, I am surprised to see a channel filled with brand new faces.

<Grenna> Hello! <MoonWolf> haven’t seen you around here <Grenna> Oh yes, it has been awhile since I logged in. <MoonWolf> must’a been reaal long time <MoonWolf> cuz ive been going here for a few years and never seen you <Grenna> Gah! Maybe we have just missed each other? <Grenna> I do not think it has been that long... <Tsukaji> Moon’s always on at night, so don’t mind him <MoonWolf> then you recognize him? <Tsukaji> Not saying that, but I wouldn’t rule him out <MoonWolf> well either way, I don’t like him <Grenna> Gah, that is very rude! * You have been kicked from #Outlaw_Bar by MoonWolf (out, noob)

And that was the last time that I attempted to use Chatplex to talk to old friends...

Entry #24:

Play a random song (using your iPod, Spotify, or whatever) and write a scene inspired by it.

Song: Changing Situation from Crisis Core

I walk down the hallway... wearing rags and my hands are cuffed together. Why the heck did I think it was a good idea risking my life out there in the first place? I know Zandra’s my friend, but I’m a single mother now, so I can’t just recklessly go wherever she needs me to be. My daughter Scarlet’s depending on me.

I walk back into my cell reluctantly, as the white cloak pushes me inside. He locks the door behind me as I sit alone in this tiny cell. At one point Zandra told me she was friends with some guy who had authority in this World, so I don’t understand why they think taking me captive is a good idea.

Part of why this all happened is because I needed to find Sandy before helping Zandra with her World Leader Exam. Well, it turns out we weren’t let off completely when Izumi let us escape.

When I came back to Mr Dude World after the exam, those white cloaks ambushed me and insisted I serve my “punishment” or whatever. I’m not even sure how they found out or anything, but this is not what I was expecting to come back to.

I just want to see my daughter again... I don’t have time to be sitting in here... I need this situation to change.

Entry #23:

Write a scene in which your character wins a bet.

"Hand her over!” I shout angrily, glaring at Pidgebeetle. “I’m the one who won the bet.”

Pidgebeetle’s lookin’ around like he doesn’t remember or something. But the truth is, we made a bet earlier. He thought I wasn’t able to steal the cookies from Winged Baby’s party, but he must not know that I’m a pro at that! Me and the little ones always used to steal food from Gair’s house, since we were livin’ on the land.

“Uhhh, I wasn’t actually serious about that, Pigger...” he says, scratching his head.

“Then where’s Chila!?” I shout out, angrily grabbing onto him.

“Oh, uh, settle down! She’s just sleepin’ in the back!” he says, pointin' to a room behind him.

“Ihhh you’re really bad for them!” I shout, rushing into the room. And just like he said, Chila’s sleepin’ peacefully in her sleeping bag. I can’t believe that bird tricked me, just so he could have some cookies...

Entry #22:

Go to Wikipedia.org and use the daily featured article to inspire your next plot point.  [Daily Featured article: Interstate 96]

I’m running next to the street and there’s a sign! It says “Interstate 96.” Oh yeah, I’m looking for Animal! He said he was going to some some place called Mishy Land or something...

When I’m on the street, I see a lot of cars though. It’s hard to run when they’re all going so fast next to me! I gotta find Animal though! He wanted to meet up.

So I keep on running, even though it’s hard to do. Animal’s waiting for me!!!

“Animal!!!!!” I shout out. A bunch of people start turning, but keep on driving. I guess he’s not in those cars.

Entry #21:

“The room begins to fill with smoke…”

I immediately look around, but I can no longer see Terra or Ralphie . “Oh no, why is it so smokey in here!?” I shout out. I begin coughing nonstop because of the intense smoke. It is NOT good!

“Terra!? Ralphie!?” I call out. There is no response. I begin to wander around blindly because I want to escape... I cannot breathe very well, I cannot see, and it is VERY warm...

I eventually arrive at a door and my hopes are raised at the chance of escape! I grab the handle, but unfortunately, it is locked... “Oh no....” I blurt out with disappointment. 

Eventually I cannot feel anything. The world begins to turn black and blurry. I fall to the ground and am out cold. I hope I am not dead...

Entry #20:

“Flowers came to my house every other Monday around 1 o'clock.”

I float over to the window to check on who it might be. After all, these flowers have been mysteriously appearing. I wasn’t sure who they were from, or why they were appearing at my front door. I peek through the window since it is indeed 1 o’clock, and the Monday that they should appear. This has been reoccurring for quite awhile now.

After waiting a few minutes, I notice Prince Grenna is at my doorstep. He sets flowers down, looking around as he does so.

I immediately open the window and wave out to Prince Grenna. “Prince Grenna, I appreciate the flowers... but what exactly is the reasoning?” I ask.

It is apparent that he was not expecting to see me. Perhaps he had not realized that I had figured out the schedule. He is very much caught by surprise.

“Oh, Squidwik! Um.. well...” he looks down a bit embarrassed as he speaks now. I did not mean to startle Prince Grenna like this, so I feel a bit bad about doing so.

“I apologize, Prince Grenna... if you do not wish to share, that is entirely fine by me,” I reply, trying to cover up my mistakes.

“No, it is fine. I just did not want to take the credit,” he begins, as he walks over to my window now. “These are flowers meant to cheer you up, Squidwik. I know it must have been rough after learning about what happened to your family...”

I do not want to trouble him, so I quickly wave my tentacles back and forth. “No, no, it is fine, Prince Grenna. I am doing well now, since it has been some time. I would like to thank you for your generousity though,” I remark in response.

“I hope that is true. Well, good luck, Squidwik. I will be at the castle if you need anything,” he replies. Prince Grenna hands me the flowers.

“Thank you very much, I truly appreciate it,” I respond, accepting the flowers.

I watch as Prince Grenna walks off back to the castle. He is so considerate... I am just a knight, and yet he is always so generous. I found out a few months ago that my entire race was annihilated by the Volzineons during the Sram War. I am the last one left, so it was a very jarring discovery. I am slowly recovering from the shock though, so I am doing better. 

Prince Grenna is so thoughtful.

Entry #18:

“I never believed in having a therapist for life’s problems.”

I glance back at Kominushu, who is staring at me in disbelief by what I just said.

“If you don’t talk about your problems, then they’re never gonna get resolved... Trekkon, it’s not good to bottle them all up inside,” she says.

“You worry too much,” I shrug, walking over to the refrigerator. I grab a can of iced tea and crack it open.

“Come on, something’s on your mind and I need to know!” Kominushu pleads, rushing over to me. I glance down at her as I sip my iced tea.

“I’m fine. If it were something serious, I’d bring it up. But it’s not like every little thing needs to be discussed,” I walk back over to the couch and plop down. Sure enough, Kominushu hops along behind me and sits down next to me on the couch. She has a pouty face now.

“I’m your own sister, and you never tell me anything,” she mumbles, crossing her arms.

“Yeah and let’s keep it that way,” I reply. I don’t understand why she has to be so nosy. These are my problems, not hers. We sit in and awkward silence for awhile, but I’m not budging.

Entry #17:

“One of the biggest secrets of my life was on the 10 o'clock news.”

My jaw drops as I watch footage of my own top secret hideout plastered across the news. This only means we’ve got a traitor among the Dusty Dimes, and my next order of business was finding out who it was. I turn to my friend Baklo.

“You have any idea which pig turned us in to the cops?” I ask, trying to keep my cool.

“No idea, boss. One thing’s for sure though. They ain’t gettin’ away with this,” Baklo says, cracking his knuckles.

Baklo’s been my number one since Pubby left us. He knows how to get things done and is one of our strongest men. Sometimes I wonder why I even made Pubby my number one, when Baklo’s been around for way longer than him.

“Yeah, let’s go crack some heads,” I reply, walking towards the door. Baklo follows after me as we exit the lounge room.

Everywhere I look now, I see countless Dusty Dimes members. There was a time when I could rely on each and every one of these guys, but that changed tonight. No more trusting them like friends, because one of them is a traitor. One of them is a scum, either in league with the cops, or is a cop himself.

Only one way to find out. Me and Baklo gotta track down each and every member until we find the rat.

Entry #16:

Your character wakes up thinking “Oh no, what have I done…”

Rafie lays on the ground in a pool of blood... My hands are stained with his blood, but I don’t know why it happened... or how it did... I don’t remember anything. I rush to his side, shaking him.

“Rafie!? Rafie are you okay!?” I shout out. He slowly opens his eyes. Once he sees me, he pushes my hand away.

“Get away, you monster!” he shouts.

Monster...? I don’t understand... but I can’t even say anything, because I’m too scared. Rafie’s never screamed at me like that before... 

He struggles to stand up on his feet, because he’s dripping blood.

“R-Rafie, I can try to help...!” I manage to blurt out.

“Stop, you’re not gonna do anything to help!” he screams at me.

I don’t understand what I did, but I think I hurt Rafie. I need to leave. I run in the other direction, leaving Rafie behind. I hope he’s okay, but I can’t be there, not now...

Entry #15: 

One of your characters has been mistaken for somebody else. Write what happens next.

"Is that you... Theodore?” I hear someone behind me ask. I turn to see a very unfamiliar pink guy. He looks like a firefighter, maybe.

“Oh, no, I’m Doge. Sorry, I think you got the wrong guy...” I admit, scratching my head.

“Oh that’s a bummer... I wish I could find my old pal,” the pink guy says, looking down sadly.

“So who is this Theodore guy? Is he a dog like me?” I ask, putting my hand on the pink guy’s shoulder.

“Yeah, he’s a dog alright. He was a “Nay Child” just like me. And he was super good at dodge ball,” he replies.

“Ohh I love dodge ball! Willus used to call it Doge Ball... But hold on, what’s a Nay Child?” I ask.

“We were supposed to act as children to The Nays... Pidgebeetle thought it would help make them grow up and become more responsible. I don’t think it worked, but at least I have a new dad! Grenna’s a nice guy,” the pink guy explains.

“Oh yeah, I never got your name either!” I say.

“That’s right, I’m sorry. My name is Gloulp,” he responds.

Entry #14:

Write a scene where two of your characters who AREN’T in a relationship kiss.

Kali and I are walking through a school courtyard together. “Hey Kali, are you sure this is the best way to fit in..?” I ask, looking down at the school uniform that I wear.

“Trust me, no one would ever guess we were here,” she says, smirking confidently in my direction.

“I don’t really know how to act... I was home-schooled after all...” I admit, looking back at her.

“Well that’s something. I barely showed up to classes since I was working as an assassin,” she shrugs.

“Kali, that’s not something you should be boasting about here! We’re supposed to be fitting in, aren’t we?” I shush her.

“Hold on,” she looks around seriously now. Kali jumps towards me and places her lips against mine. I’m taken by surprise, that’s for sure. What is she doing!? This was so out of the blue...

A group of students pass by us, disregarding our kiss in the middle of the courtyard. Is this normal for students to do at school? I still don’t understand what’s happening.

Eventually Kali lets go of me and glances around.

“Uh... Kali...? What was that about?” I ask, blushing as I can barely look her in the eyes.

“Those were the ones we’re looking for! Quick, we need to follow them!” Kali grabs my hand and begins rushing after the students who had just walked inside.

She’s acting like that kiss was just a normal everyday occurrence, but that was my first kiss. I’ve been kind of interested in Kali for awhile now, but I’m curious if she actually meant that, or if it was just some cover or something. She leaves me in confusion as she drags me along through the courtyard.

Entry #12:

Your character meets somebody new on the bus. His or her opinion about the person is changed by the end of the bus trip. How did this change occur?

I am on the bus... about to head out on my search for by brother Yaro... My grandmother could not assist me any further than the bus stop, so I am alone for this journey.

Two girls enter the bus and they look very confused. I would later know them as Ann and Zandra. Perhaps they’ve never ridden a public bus before? Someone should probably tell them what to do, because they look very lost... and they are standing in the handicapped section. That’s not proper educate... 

I’m not someone to step up and talk to strangers, so I will not be the one to tell them. I cannot help but stare at the situation though. People watching is something that interests me, since I won’t interact with them anyway.

Eventually the bus driver begins to yell at them: “You two gotta get goin’ to the back of this bus, unless you’re handicapped,”

“Oh that’s what these seats are for?” Zandra asks.

“Sorry about that, Mr. Busdriver! We didn’t know the rules... we’re just a bit lost and looking for some friends...” Ann replies.

“Well you’d best get going before I start driving, kiddos!” he screams back. The two of them scurry to the back of the bus, near where I am seated. The only empty seat seems to be the one next to me... But my bag is there and I enjoy the extra space. I hope they do not ask me to move it...

Before I can think anything else, Ann looks over in my direction. Please, I do not want any human interaction right now... “Excuse me, can we sit here?” she asks. I don’t know if she’s asking me to move because there are two of them, but I instinctively stand up out of my seat and begin to walk into the aisle.

“Y-yeah, go ahead...” I mutter, holding my book in my hands. Ann waves her hands at me. “Wait I didn’t mean for you to move! We can just share this seat or switch off who sits down,” she responds. It is too late now, I already stood up.

“I am fine... take the seat. I sit every time I am on this bus...” I admit. “You’re so nice, thank you! What’s your name? I’m Ann!” she excitedly smiles at me. I feel like this was a mistake now...

“I-I’m Arianna...” I reply. Zandra looks over at me and smirks. “And I’m Zandra,” she says.

“You said you use this bus often, Arianna? Are you from around here then? We’re looking for some friends and we’re not really sure where to start,” Ann begins to explain.

“Yes, I am doing the same...” I reply without realizing that would bring up another dreaded conversation.

“Your friends went missing too!?” Ann blurts out. I look around nervously, hoping others are not staring at us for making a scene.

“Just my brother... we were separated at a young age, so I am heading to his house...” I respond.

“Oh cool! And you’re traveling all alone?” Ann asks. The questions just keep on coming... and I do not want to be rude, so I keep responding.

“Y-yes, my grandmother could not make the journey. This is the first time I am traveling alone,” I admit.

“That sounds scary! We could come with you so that you don’t have to travel alone!” Ann suggests. What have I gotten myself into..?

“Oh, that may be too much trouble so...” I begin to speak, but she has made up her mind.

“Okay it’s settled, let’s travel together to look for all of our lost friends!” Ann places her hand on my shoulder.

“Ann are you sure about this? What about Amber and Murou?” Zandra asks.

“Who knows, maybe traveling around with Arianna will help us find them in the end!” Ann shouts.

“If you insist...” I whisper. I suppose she is a bit pushier than I would have originally expected from her confusion at the beginning of this ride. Perhaps she means well, but I do not do well in social situations... We shall see where this takes us.

Entry #10:

“I don’t want to fail just because other people have terrible taste.”

I frown while looking at Scott. I put my hands on my hips and stick my tongue out at him. “You don’t gotta be a member of the Sp00kz then!”

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “It’s not like Cipo gave me any choice. I don’t know why I got stuck with this stupid group in the first place,” he mutters.

“Then trust us, we’re gonna win this competition!” Uather shouts, holding his fist upwards.

“Yeah, Uather’s got the right idea here! We’re not gonna fail! We’re in this to win it!” I say with a smile on my face.

Scott stops arguing as he leans up against the wall. He gives us dirty looks, but I don’t care. He seems to do this to everyone he doesn’t like, so I’m not too offended or anything.

“All right Eather, what’s our first song gonna be?” Uather asks, looking in my direction.

“It’s gotta be a spooky one to fit with our name... how about that song that people were calling The Spook?” I suggest.

Entry #9:

Look at your most recent text message and incorporate it into the next paragraph: 

“It was our good deed for the day I guess”

I skip along the side of the road with Xing by my side. “So Xing, where are we off to today?” I ask curiously.

“It may be hard to believe, but Gallu invited me to a networking party for mechanics,” she says, scratching her head.

“Whaaaaat!? You mean... THE Gallu? The World Leader’s son!?” I shout out with surprise.

“Shhhh!!! Pamchan, this isn’t a party just anyone can go to.... you gotta keep it down...” Xing shushes me and covers my mouth as she glances around.

“Xing, I’m so happy for you! Why didn’t you tell me until now!?” I’m so overjoyed that I have trouble keeping my voice down.

“Because I knew you’d make a scene and tell everyone, silly. But anyway, let’s get going!” Xing says, marching forward.

We wait at the stop light as we see a small orange kitten crossing the street. The sign says don’t walk and cars are driving towards him. I start to panic, looking over at Xing.

“Oh no, that guy doesn’t realize what kind of danger he’s in!” I say, looking back and forth. Without a word, she rushes into the street, picks up the kitten, and tosses it in my direction. I catch the kitten and notice Xing rushing back towards me. Both Xing and the kitten are safe and sound, out of the street now. 

It was our good deed for the day I guess.

“Okay Pamchan, let’s get going before we’re late!” Xing says to me after she catches her breath.

“But what about the kitten?” I ask, setting him on the ground.

“He’s okay now... but we gotta go!” Xing says, jumping up and looking at me. I can’t argue, after all, this is her party with the son of the World Leader! So we say good bye to the kitten and head off to the party.