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Scribuary: Third Prompt
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// Have a poem. :) //
I’ll ace this test!
The question is clear.
It’s just that there is one simple word here...
Simple but tough:
this essay has to tell
of what happens in the congress… Still doesn’t ring a bell!
After receiving a bill they discuss it, right?
Roast each other, disagree but not fight?
Gabble, confer… no, none of those words!
U know, the word means verbal fight with no swords!
English shouldn’t make me curse!
Scribuary: Sixth Prompt
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There was a day when Gluurluu was thrown into the maze. Since the maze was outside, Gluurluu started to think were she would tuck herself in at the night if the maze would continue far. Air was cool and fresh. If it had been warm enough, Gluurluu thought that she could have slept in any bush. However, cold night was to be expected the moment she started walking forward.
The sun reached its rays into the maze and rich soil painted paths between tall, green bushes. Gluurluu heard a a chorus of handsome battle cries from afar. She spent a few moments trying to hid her poison bottles somewhere where she could still reach them quickly if something tried to kill her. Inside her boot the bottles hurt her feet and she had no bra on, so in the end she settled with putting them inside one of her socks. She started to carry the sock inside her tunic, ready to drop the bottles inside her boot if some unfriendly group of people would catch her and check her for weapons.
In the evening Gluurluu tried to sleep in a messy nest she found inside one of the tall bushes. The nest was on the ground, surrounded by green leaves from all directions and made from soft straws for someone Gluurluu’s size. Gluurluu spent two hours in the nest, sleeping half of the time, until a mother bear kicked her out when it came back from who knows where in the middle of the night.
Next they came and went, bringing the next evening. Gluurluu had found out that the bushes fit many nests in them. She stopped walking at afternoon after finding a promising nest that was empty. She carried heaps of straws from the nest and built her own bed in one of the other bushes. After that Gluurluu went to get feathers from the bird nests.
Next night she slept in a warm place she had done for herself.
In the morning she woke up to find that the leaves around her had grown a little closer. As she walked forward in the maze, she started to find nests that were so tightly imprisoned by the bushes that they had been broken by the pressure of the leaves. It was good, because those nest were abandonded. It meant that Gluurluu could use them instead of stealing building materials from animals and possibly angering them in the process.
Later Gluurluu came across something that made her change her course in an intersection. Until now she had always chosen the second path when she had come to an intersection, but now there lay a sharp arrow in the middle of the path. An arrow from a quiver of a bowman.
Had Gluurluu come close to the group of armed men she had heard earlier? Was this the way they had gone? Someone of them must have dropped the arrow on accident. And if that was the case, it was just how Gluurluu had predicted: they had weapons.
Gluurluu would have hoped that to be the last time she needed to change her direction, but it wasn’t. After she had chosen the first path instead of the second as she usually did, she continued her walk through the maze. However, on the next day there was another arrow in an intersection. This arrow pointed towards the first path, so it was easier for Gluurluu to dodge it this time.
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“You are back, Jimley! So, where is she? Why isn’t she here yet?”
“She hasn’t followed our arrows! She is going the wrong way, towards the dead end!”
“What!”
“Why?”
“Even after we - ”
“Maybe she didn’t understand what to do!”
“But how can she understand if we don’t go there ourselves?”
“Ugh! Don’t tell me that this means we have to there for her? It’s like doing work again!”
“I thought that she would come here on her own if we - ”
“Well, it seems like there is no other way, right?”
Four men with bows stood up and headed inside the maze to help the girl find her way out of it.
// As you may have guessed, my horoscope is sagittarius. :3 //
Scribuary: Prompt Eight
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“Since you didn’t arrive to your dentist appointment, we will charge extra money from you and move your appointment on 1st day of May instead. How does that sound, Ms. Calcuta?”
Shebba Calcuta had come out with a new idea.
“Can’t I come at night?”
The idea was turned down. The hospital usually offered their dentist services in the daytime after all. Shebba tried not to be too disappointed. She had been unsure about this herself. There were two options for her at night. She could either sleep, or go outside, where there were fewer people but more drunktards who were quick to ridicule her. Shebba preferred the first option.
It wasn’t the only occasion when Shebba rather stayed inside. After she had lost her job she it hard to find any reason to leave home. She could always order the food to the front door. She felt that going outside always asked some kind of extra courage.
For example, just as she had expected, she did not enjoy the bus ride to the dentist. She felt uncomfortable even when she was sitting next to the strollers where there was more room for her large, round, jiggling body. However, even when she arrived in front of the hospital and finally got out of the bus, it didn’t help much the next task. She became tired before reaching the front doors and wondered when walking had become so hard for her. She was sweating and struggling to support her own body from toppling over. Not to mention that people stared at her like usual.
Shebba was trying to find the right room when something unexpected happened. She met two people. Those were her parents. They came out of a room with a doctor just when Shebba was walking the same hallway.
They explained what they were doing there and Shebba was left nervous. Apparently her dad had poured boiling water over his hands and arms because he did not see so well. Now he couldn’t use his hands for a week or more and required someone to take care of him and change his bandages. However, as Shebba new, her mom and dad had difficulties at remembering things. They wouldn’t remember changing the bandages.
The doctor asked Shebba to take the elderly couple to her apartment until Mr. Calcuta’s hands would heal properly. Shebba couldn’t say no and agreed to take care of her parents.
She went to the dentist with them and returned to the bus stop with them. Shebba saw her mother holding her father’s hand when they stepped inside the bus. When they were walking the bus aisle, Shebba took her mother’s hand and helped her parents to get seated. The bus was already moving and it took some time for Mr. and Mrs. Calcuta to shuffle forward in the limited space and sat slowly on their seats. Shebba didn’t bother getting distracted by the unsure whispers from other passengers, but she spared some time to throw a glare towards some little boy who had turned on his seat to stare at what was happening.
Afterwards Shebba sat behind her parents, next to the strollers. She felt tired and still a bit angry. Kind of better honestly.
Scribuary: Prompt 5
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“Monsters... were... naughty... and... danced... together...” young Depdot wrote on the wall above their bed. Red marker had become warm in their sweaty hand.
“They... had... to... go... hide... under... the... bed... when...” Depdot continued the story under the previous sentence he had written. Then he ran out of wall to write on. There was a corner. Another wall started from the corner, but Depdot had already fit it full of words...
Luckily they figured out where they could find more space to write on. Under the bed.
“Depdot! What are you doing?” someone wailed.
Depdot came out from under the bed. He had dust all over his clothes.
“Oh no! Your kid has ruined the walls! What to do now? Our customers will not get a good impression of this inn...”
“I’m so sorry, Innkeeper Tile! We didn’t know that Depdot would be doing something like behind our backs...”
“Oh no, it’s okay... We can get over this...”
“Depdot!” father called Depdot out. “You have performed a ugly vandalism here!”
“Does it really matter?” Depdot asked loudly. “We are not staying here long anyway! In a poor, dirty place like this!”
“Is that a way to treat our kind Innkeeper, Depdot? You can be so hopelessly levity sometimes.”
// Flower: Larkspur //
