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fandomhigh_ooc2010-05-03 09:56 am
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Meme: Writing Sample!
It's Monday. I'm mourning my loss of Worf and I need distractions from the monotonous work task I have in front of me today.
So let's see some of those writing samples you put together for your newer characters, shall we?
So let's see some of those writing samples you put together for your newer characters, shall we?
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Rilla sat at her desk, glancing over the letter she’d written home in between bites of the shortbread cookies that had come in the latest care package. She was currently ignoring the mustard plaster that also had been sent to “draw the blood from her brain” after her last letter detailing the purple monkey invasion.
Dear Miss Oliver:
Please tell Susan thank you ever so much for the sweets—they are divine as always and my roommate is quite jealous that she doesn’t get such missives in the mail. I am sharing, of course, even if she doesn’t go to church (not even a Methodist one, but don’t tell Miss Cornelia, as this will only reinforce her thoughts about Yankees). I, of course, am attending weekly, even if the only service available isn’t entirely orthodox…
Rilla tapped her pen against her lips thoughtfully before deciding that telling Miss Oliver the only church on the island was a Catholic one presided over by a very nice but insane man professing to be an angel would get her more than a mustard plaster in the mail in return.
…this week I was escorted into town by a very nice young man named Puck (like the character in Shakespeare, I believe, which made me feel quite at home. Not that I would ever agree to being escorted anywhere by Bertie Shakespeare Drew). He did (and you mustn’t tell Mother this) attempt to kiss me, but I was Quite Firm in telling him that I wasn’t a shore girl, thank you very much and he would get nothing more than a handshake from me until he was ready to become engaged…
Rilla decided that she would also not mention that the boy had then laughed until his drink had erupted from his nose. It was hardly a romantic moment.
…I must dash. There is a small group of us heading to the shore to watch the stars come out. I am so glad that this school is located near the water. I am sure my spirit would just shrivel if I couldn’t hear the waves crashing as I sleep. It’s not the Glen, of course, but it will do for the moment…
--Rilla
She put her pen down and smiled before going over to the mirror and wondering if she could get away with putting her hair Up tonight. It wasn’t like Mother would ever know, and she was practically fourteen…
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You already know I love the hell out of this writing sample, but that's my favorite part right there. :D
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