Last Week’s Prompt:
This week, we’re rewriting one of our old stories. We aren’t proofreading them and editing them. We are creating entirely new stories.
Amanda
I chose to “rewrite” one of my favorite stories written for this blog so far- Solving Your Potential. The story written from the point of view of a calculator. I wrote the story this week from the point of view of the boy to show more of what was happening in his life. The little calculator’s message worked and helped the boy to find his potential and learn how to think outside the box of where to apply his math degree. I love the whole story/situation involved since it reflects my current life situation. Studying math without studying engineering is tricky when it comes to getting non-teaching jobs, but with enough creativity and enough passion, it can be done.
I hope.
MY VOTE: Kylie
Korrin
I did my story on the cliche week’s story. That story was one of my favorites because it was so very me. It was also the easiest one I could think of to reinvent. There are always two sides to every story, and I think part of being a writer is understanding both sides in any conflict you create. Like how Voldemort kills people because he can’t love because he was conceived under the effects of a love potion. That kind of thing makes the audience have some form of pity for the bad guy and gives a story much more depth.
MY VOTE: Amanda. (PS. it was a really hard choice.)
Kylie
Better late than never.
This story is a bit slower than what I would normally write because of the narrator. He’s a pretty simple dude who’s at his most eloquent when he’s angry. What a nerd.
Anyways, this is a sort-of sequel to And You Caused It. It’s a reassurance that everyone ends up okay and that everyone is happy. Yay for cute fluffy junk!
MY VOTE: Amanda
Next Week’s Prompt:
Write (your version of) the true story behind any urban legend. You can either show it's true or show it's false, just pick an urban legend and tell a story!
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