[lunaire]

Username; lunaire
Name;
Gender;
Prompt; {Maximum 500 words}

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[VoidRinkusu]

Username: VoidRinkusu

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[discontinued.]

Username; discontinued.
Name; tbd
Gender; male
Prompt; wip

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[WolfWinter]

Username; WolfWinter
Name; Simon
Gender; Male
Prompt;

Sawdust floated through the air as he worked on his project. He could see the teacher on the other side of the shop helping out another student. Simon looked down at the piece he was working on and was satisfied that it was cut enough to shape. He took it back to his workstation where the rest of the pieces were at. They were supposed to be building planes. They had stencils to use, but the rest was up to them. He was ahead of schedule and was enjoying taking his time sanding each piece down.

Looking around, he could tell that some of his classmates were struggling. Getting the right angles for the body of the plane seemed to be especially difficult. Simon then noticed a group of kids who kept making this one girl jump on purpose while she was cutting, making her mess up the cuts. For the third time that week she had to go up to their teacher to get a new body block. The teacher looked frustrated, and asked why she needed a new one, again.

Simon looked at the group of giggling boys, and heard the girl say that she lost her grip. Simon began to get angry. They were bullying this poor girl and knew that they would get away with it because she was too scared to tell the teacher what was really happening. He walked over to the teacher to tell him what he saw. Teacher raised his brow at his story, and carefully looked at the group of boys who were no longer giggling in the corner. The girl got another block, and Simon stood watching the group as he sanded down the rest of his pieces.

When the boys tried to scare the girl again, he yelled as loud as he could, "MR. MILLER! THEY ARE DOING IT AGAIN!"

The boys were surprised when she didn't flinch at the yelling, but the teacher marched right on over. Simon waited for the girl to finish cutting off a piece before tapping on her shoulder. She looked relieved when she saw the boys were gone, and took the ear plugs out. Simon felt satisfied that he'd helped her, and went back to his own work. Every so often he'd look up to make sure no one was bothering her. A few kids tried, but they'd see him watching them and they'd step away from her. That day was his least productive day on his project, but his most productive making a new friend.

[-pidge]

Username; Systems_Down
Name; Ticø ( #982)
Gender; Male
Prompt;

'Knock knock kncok'
"One knock is enough thankyou" Answers a tall and skinny older woman with her hair tied back tightly into a perfect bun.
"Sorry, Miss Punchure" Shamely replys a buff, muscular man, holding me by my neck fur. " I got another one for you."
"Hmph, ohwell bring him in" Within that second she steps aside, gesturing for both of us to come in.

"So, has your mother ever hit you or touched you harmfully?" The woman sternly asks me, pouring herself a cup of Tea.
I refuse to reply, looking down at the ground.
She asks again, only this time with aggression.
I still remain scilent. The man standing behing me gives a hard kick in my back leg.
I wimper.
"Off be with him" she turns her back to me and hands the man a label, #982 was printed on it in black ink.
The man ties it around my neck and shoves me in a room with sevral other older boys.
The room stays scilent until one person speaks.
"So, 982... why were you taken from your parents?"
Flashbacks of my mother filled my mind. I became overwelmed of what had just happened in these past few minutes and burst into tears.
Someone sits beside me on my bed and pats my back, but dosnet say anyting.
Moments later the same woman walked into the room and informed us to go to bed.
In the morning were woken by a metal rod banging on out bed frames.
"Get up, get ready and be at breakfast in 10."
I yarn. The guys help me get ready and we all head out for breakfast.
We all get whipped across the back of the legs for being 1.42 seconds late.
During breakfast, I thought to myself. I though of Mum, I though of how we use to play together, I thought how wrong this was, they had no right to remove me from my Mum, and I didn’t understand why.
After beakfast I got whipped again, for being out of line to wash our bowls.
On my way past the the headmistress office, I heard a conversation taking place, about me.
”His mother simply couldn’t afford enough money to grant daily needs, so we’ve placed him under this center care...” She was still talking but I’d had enough.. enough of being punished, enough of feeling alone, enough of being separated...


It was time to go home.
I didn’t know how, or when but I will never stop trying, to find my Mother.

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[Stephaaa]

Username;
Name; Mylo
Gender; Female
Prompt; {Maximum 500 words} [444/500]

Sketches of the newest spaceship were taped to the walls. It was all competition for who will be accepted as pilot. There were only 7 competitors. None could be chosen, or all could be chosen. It was up to the leader of the small planet that laid far away from any other planet in the universe. All would have to dedicate their lives to journeying, and exploring. They would have to take the risk to leave forever

This girl was one of them. She's been dedicated her whole life. Planning and constructing on repeat. She's never made anything this big but I doubt it's a challenge for her. It is one of those things that just never stops generating new ideas in her head. I think it's rare to have it.

Unfortunately it's difficult. Her past isn't anything compared to the others. They all have families of high ranks, and big opportunities ahead of them. If they are picked, their names are almost certainly getting carved on gold. I'm sure some don't even want to leave─ but they have been convinced it will get them a spot on the podium. I just want passionate people. It would be so cool to build it, and let it have a test run, and then she'd be off exploring.

The judges and I discuss, though I doubt they listen to my idea. I'm not surprised when they want 6 of them to be part of the team. I admit some were good ideas, creative and fun, while others were repetitive. Once again, they were the ones with opportunities. I can't imagine her passion going to waste, not to be seen again, especially since it's takes time and savings.

"Don't you guys think we should give her a chance? Your thinking to accept everyone accept for her. I know she can do it."

"I see your point, however we'll have too many on the team. Our reputation needs to stay successful." one of the judges state. A few nod in agreement. I am becoming frustrated. We can accept everyone. "Successful" doesn't just have to mean coming up with a repetitive spaceship every year and coming back with minimal information.

"We aren't progressing. You know every year we come back with the same information. We won't get any further. I will be more than happy to build with her, and test it. I'll even come if you want me to."

All the judges share serious glances and one sighs.
"All in favor of letting all 7 on the spaceship team?"

My paw shoots up, and surprisingly others do slowly. Yes.

"Alright, all 7 will be added to the team."

[Thani]

Woops since im a baddy and forgot to log in on time to end this imma just end it @ 24:00CS time yeehaw.

Heres the CS time:
time.php

Ya'll got like 2 more hours to finish so lets get to it !

[Thani]

This is now CLOSED.
Any forms edited After today @ Rollover will not be counted.
Bare with me as I read through everything and choose a winner ^^

[cherubim]

good luck everyone! I really enjoyed seeing everyone's take on the prompt ♡

[-pidge]

Theirs some great ideas!! Gl everyone!