100 Scenes in 100 Days!

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Word Count: 867
Genre: Family
Follow Up: I dunno

Characters:

Name: Vikki Joy Weaver (née Ward)
Age: 24 - 34 (My continuity is probably messed up)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Grey eyes, pale skin, light brown hair in a braid
Role: Protagonist

Name: Cal Hyram Weaver
Age: 24 - 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown eyes, pale skin, ginger hair, freckles.
Role: Protagonist?

Name: Tami Sage Weaver
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Appearance: Brown eyes, ginger hair, pale skin, freckles
Role: Protagonist? Gonna drop this category

Name: Jay Zachariah Weaver
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light brown hair, pale skin, brown eyes.


Vikki was nine months pregnant. The ultrasound had told her and Cal that the baby was female and healthy. "I wonder who she'll look like?" Cal said. Vikki didn't know if he was speaking to her or the wind, but she answered anyway.
"I'm not sure," she said, leaning back into his arms. "It doesn't really matter."
"I'm excited to see, though," he said, grinning a little sheepishly.

That night, Vikki woke up. "Cal," she whispered, shaking her husband. "Wake up."
"Mmm..."
"CAL WAKE UP! THE KID! THE KID!"
He understood immediately, his brown eyes snapping open. "Oh god, oh god oh god."
He panicked the entire drive as if he was the one about to push an entire human being out of his body.

Vikki could understand his panic, though. If the roles had been reversed, she knew she'd be flipping out, too. Maybe even more than Cal.

He pulled up in front of the hospital and helped his wife inside, even though her contractions weren't that bad, yet.
Her birth was fairly smooth, and the two welcomed their daughter, Tami Sage Weaver, into the world.

They'd heard stories of couples having arguments over names, but the couple's 'argument' was more of a 'no, not that one,' for a few minutes, before finally it became, 'yes, that one!'

A few years later, when Tami was three, her younger brother's birth was much more eventful. Vikki was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, and they were picking Tami up from daycare- the two had just been at a restaurant to celebrate their anniversary.
Then the contractions began. They sped off to the hospital, and when Tami was told that her baby brother was born, she only nodded then pointed at the window before yelling, "Jay! Jay!"

Originally, they were going to name her brother Zachariah, but in all honesty, they preferred the name Jay to Zachariah.
And that was how Jay Zachariah Weaver came into the world.

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Years passed and the family was headed to the park for a family picnic. Tami was nine, and Jay was six. Vikki was three months along with her third child, who they planned to name Christina Russel Weaver or Russel Christina Weaver. A little cheesy, but they didn't care.

The couple had only looked at the ultrasounds for Tami and Jay, but they decided for the third pregnancy, they'd leave it a surprise. They only asked the doctors for the number, so that they could fill the spare room with the appropriate amount of beds.

Tami's bedroom was cyan, dark green, and light green, keeping with the ocean theme of their house. Jay's room was brown, mahogany, and deep pink. They'd have to wait for the third child to express his or her likes before they customised it. Right now, it just had a generic carpet, bed, and toys.

In each of the children's rooms, there was a mixture of toys. Vikki and Cal felt that if they put in toys of all kinds, no matter if they were dolls or trucks, their children could make their own choices on what they liked and disliked, rather than being influenced by society. Vikki and Cal both had teaching degrees- which had been one of the many things that brought them together, so they were fit to homeschool their children, which they preferred rather than them being told 'you play with dolls? But that's for girls!'

Of course, the kids were allowed outside, and were given the option to attend public school- they weren't in line for 'best parents of the year' but they weren't psycho controlling parents, either.

"Can we get ice cream?" Jay asked, tugging on his mother's arm.
"Mmhm," Vikki said.
Cal raised his eyebrow at his son. "Did Tami put you up to that?"

Vikki snapped out of her thinking trance and playfully glared at Tami. "Again? Taking advantage of your mother's trance? You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Technically, it was Jay."
"And blaming your brother!"

Cal grinned and lunged at his giggling son. "Here comes the tickle monster!"
Jay screamed and giggled some more as his father tickled him.
Vikki snuck up behind Tami and started to tickle her ribs. She had to avoid her daughter's swing arms- she had a reputation as a tough fighter of tickles.

Eventually, the family spilt onto the grass, too tired to continue.
Jay was the first to get up, and he opened the picnic basket.
"Thanks, kiddo," Cal began until his son just took his teddy out of the basket and closed it again.
"Figures," Tami laughed, sitting up and opening the picnic basket.

The family ate quietly, Jay asking for extra servings for his teddy, Pat.
The bear's name changed every day. Their son could never remember it- but his parents did. Yesterday it had been Tubby, but when he introduced his teddy, Pat, and was asked 'isn't it Tubby?' they were met with 'noooooo, Pat.'

That was usual in their house.Sometimes things would get a little too routine, but they made sure to spice it up. A visit to the beach? A movie? A picnic?

But never too much.
Sometimes, things were best left simple.

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A:N Okay, so this is KIND OF cheating, but whatever. I wrote this Saturday, October 08th, 2016 (I'm not magic. The date is displayed), but I just love it so much that I had to share it! Plus, it fits the prompt like a glove, don't you think?

Word Count: 827
Genre: Suspense
Follow Up: It will continue, don't freak out quite yet. I just need to find a prompt that'd fit a follow up.
Characters:

Name: Algaetha Addie Harris
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Blue eyes, blonde hair, tanned skin
Role: Protagonist (Bringing it back for this one)

Name: Jack Zander Pipp
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark brown eyes, blond hair, tanned skin
Role: Antagoist (Yes, really! )


"Choose a side."
Algaetha rocked back and forth on her heels, glaring at the boy before her. He couldn't just pull this on her!
"I thought you were my friend," she spat, her brows furrowed. He just smiled his stupid, plastic smile. "You thought wrong, then."

She wanted to throw herself onto him, to hammer on him with no mercy. To watch his stupid, smug little smile melt off his face. The only thing holding her back wasn't her conscience. It was the fact that he was guarded by three heavily armed people. She couldn't tell their genders, as masks obscured their faces

Algaetha was a hardy girl of sixteen, but she couldn't take on the three knight like people. Instead, she cast her gaze at a puddle on the ground. She could hardly recognise herself.

Since leaving the safety of the wall, her blonde hair was tied in a messy ponytail using a dirty elastic band. Her normally pale complexion had darkened to an olive tone in her time spent in the harsh, unforgiving sun.

She was thinner than she had been before. Much thinner. She felt tired most of the time like her limbs had bricks tied to them. Her top and jeans were ravaged, and the only things protecting her feet were the bandages she'd hastily applied once they started bleeding.

"Look at me." "No," she spat. A hand grabbed her jaw and lifted her head. She was now staring into the dark brown, traitorous eyes of Jack Pipp.

He had longish blond hair tied in a small braid and an olive complexion much like hers. He was tall and thin like her, but he was just as dirty.

She glared and her fist went swinging into his face.He screamed in surprise and pain and let go of her. He held his now bleeding nose, his hands shaking at his sides.

Algaetha grinned at the sight of the little jerk in such a state, but her smile fell when she notice the boy's guards brandishing spears in her face.
"No, don't kill her." Jack's face was a mask of morbid interest. "Never seen no one fight back like that before. Maybe I underestimated you."

"You did," she snarled.
Jack smiled his stupid smile. "You've underestimated me too. Do you really think you take me down with a little swing of your little fist? Pathetic."

Algaetha twisted her face into a grimace and heard the stupid laughter of stupid Jack. Her eyes darted behind her, at the dark expanse of the woods that could be her escape, her freedom. She fixated her gaze back on Jack, and flashed his stupid smile right back at him, before turning on her heels and running. She heard Jack scream in surprise behind her. It was a beautiful sound, and she laughed, racing into the woods.

The jagged edges of branches slapped her face and the waterlogged soil grabbed at her feet and dirtied her bandages but she still laughed. She was free, free! Algaetha tripped over a root and went spilling into the mud, but she still laughed. She clenched some roots and pulled herself out of the mud before taking off her bandages and scattering them in different directions. She rose to her feet and continued to run until her legs felt ready to fall off.

She dropped to the ground and rolled into a small ditch. The ground was covered in moss and lichen, and even in her exhausted state, she was able to lug some branches towards the edge and prop them up against the wall.

Algaetha was able to crawl underneath and fall asleep within minutes, a smile still plastered on her face.

She awoke the next morning a bit confused. Why was it so dark? Why was the ground so cold?

It all came back. The wall, the branches, the ditch, and though she would have liked to forget him, Jack Pipp.

She pulled herself out of the ditch, and she started to walk through the woods until she came to the clearing where Jack had been the previous day. His other prisoners weren't there, and she felt a lump in her throat. If they weren't there, where were they?

Algaetha gulped and broke into a run. She had to find them! It was how she'd gotten captured in the first place, searching for the other prisoners.

They found her first, and they brandished weapons in her face. Algaetha stumbled back, and a flurry of words flooded out of her mouth. "I can help you!" The people looked confused. "Help... us?"
"Yes, help you! Jack won't help you, I can! You don't like Jack, I don't either, we need to band together!" "We're not pointing these at you, we're pointing them at him."

Behind her stood the traitorous Jack Pipp, and before she knew what was happening, a weapon was in her hands and this time, Jack was the one who was running.

[frankie (dup)]

I'll do two tomorrow.
Writer's Block.

[Ranger of the North]

I'll do two tomorrow.
Writer's Block.

Duddde stop procrastinating, you'll never get it done! XD

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I'll do two tomorrow.
Writer's Block.

Duddde stop procrastinating, you'll never get it done! XD

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SILLY WRITER'S BLOCK UGH
I'll try to do three tomorrow...

[Ranger of the North]

SILLY WRITER'S BLOCK UGH
I'll try to do three tomorrow...

Oh my gosh
rotfl XD

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SILLY WRITER'S BLOCK UGH
I'll try to do three tomorrow...

Oh my gosh
rotfl XD

I'm a bad girl Verymwery bad. Putting everything off...

[frankie (dup)]

Cheater, cheater...
Blame Writer's Block for my cheating ways.
I'll do three tomorrow. Dang Writer's Block. Always just HAS to come when I want to write, huh?

Word Count: 929
Genre: Fantasy
Follow Up: There will be one... probably...

Characters:

Name: Asa Middlenamesdon'texistinthisworld Fefev
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Black hair, green eyes, pale skin, freckles

Name: Emma Gander
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Appearance: Blue eyes, brown hair, pale skin


I couldn’t believe it.
I was fifteen! I couldn’t win! My mouth tasted like soap and my eyes were as wide as saucers.
“Asa Fevef is here, correct? Someone get her?”
I stepped forwards, shaking like a leaf as my parents called for me to return.

I walked to the platform where the other children were, and we set off.


There was a table where we’d be asked a few questions- age, name and all that junk before giving us tracking anklets with junky symbols and the number that we were called as- mine was 50.

I heard someone say that they were eight and I shouted in my head that this was very unfair- how could she win?

I turned around to catch a sight of the little girl, but once I saw her, I immediately knew that there was something off about her.

First of all, she looked much too mature, instead of a lively child face, she had one of a seasoned warrior, intelligent and weathered.

Her eyes didn’t seem young either, they weren’t the haunted warrior type, but they weren't’ the eyes of an eight-year-old either.
They were a bright blue- filled with intelligence and secrets that I didn’t want to know.


I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, so I instead focused on her perfectly normal hair, a short brown bob.

Eventually, I managed to move my gaze away from her and back to the ship we were about to board.




I sat down on one of the benches in the ship and smiled a little when I realised that I’d sat beside a window, cool ocean air brushing over me, calming my otherwise panicking brain.

I heard someone sit beside me and silently questioned why they weren’t hollering and begging and shoving to get to a window until I took a quick glance and saw the little girl.

More questions drifted into my head before I turned my glance away.

“Do I look scary?” I heard her say. It wasn’t an eight-year-old voice, it wasn’t light and cheerful, instead, it was quiet and mature.

Still too frightened to talk, even with the sea air now brushing my neck I simply shook my head.

“You seem like I do.” She said.
“You don’t,” I replied, mustering my strength to talk to her. “You just look… different?”


Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her purse her lips. “Strange?” She asked.
I laughed a little. “Not eight, that’s for sure.”


The little girl smiled. “I hear that a lot. My name is Emma, what’s yours?”
I smiled, maybe she wasn’t so scary. “Asa. Asa Fevef.”






I decided that Emma was not so scary but still felt like something was off, and I soon saw what it was- though I didn’t notice what it was at that moment.


Emma was simply sitting on a bench, eating a bag of chips when one of the older people- an 18-year-old boy, in this case, snuck up to her and… foosh! A wave splashed through the window and swept the boy off of his feet, completely drenching him in water.

“Aw, bad luck,” Emma said with a little smile as the boy ran away screaming.
She picked her chip bag off of the floor and I frowned. “You should get a new bag,” I said. “They’ll be soggy.”

Emma simply shrugged. “I can handle it,” she said, cramming one in her mouth.

The strangest thing was, the chip didn’t look soggy at all.




We arrived at the island a few hours later and my breath caught in my throat, the island was not how I’d expected it to be, it was not the tiny ten foot circles in books and movies, but instead it was an enormous thing- hardly able to be called an island, and I gained a new respect for the people who called it the island country.

Emma stepped up next to me and whispered, “Stasrial…” When she saw the confused look I giving her, she said, “that’s the island’s name.”

While one of the sailors were lecturing a group of boys that they should not run into the ocean ‘there are sharks’ Emma grinned at me and ran at the ocean.

The sailor whipped around and chased after her and a sound somewhere in between a laugh and a shout escaped from my throat but died down when I realised that Emma wasn’t stopping anytime soon and was going to crash into the ocean. (Wouldn’t be a big deal, if there weren’t very slippery areas that Emma could easily slip and bang her head on.)

I held out my hand and began to shout for her to stop when Emma’s foot hit the water and she kept on running.


My shouting died down into a surprised, “uh!”
That was better than most people, as some ran screaming and hollering around the bay.

Emma scrambled up the boat’s ladder and muttered something to the deck and the boat zipped off.

I stood shaking on the bay as the sailors tried in vain to stop her.

My shock and fear turned into happiness as I realised. she was escaping.
“Go Emma go!” I whispered and then ran after her, ready to catch up and board the boat with her.

One of the sailors knocked me back before I was halfway to the water, and I fell on my back, but not before seeing Emma mouth something.


I’d never been much of a lip reader, but the words were unmistakable-
“I’ll come back for you.”

[Ranger of the North]

Please continue this one! *waves hands*