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13th November 2023 Writings

13th

Excerpt from: Daria’s Voyager

“All this must be some kind of holographic projection.”

“Oh, you poor things. You must be tired out. Come on and sit down and rest awhile. Have a cold drink, hmm?” one of the projections said.

“No, thank you. My name is Daria Morgendorffer, Captain of the Federation Starship Voyager.”

“Now, just make yourselves right at home. The neighbours should be here any minute. Oh! Why, here they are!”

Sloane came back to where the Captain was. “The crew's scattered around this farm, Captain, but they're all accounted for.”

Words: 89

Excerpt from: A Night at Stacy’s

“Something wrong?” Quinn asked.

“Not sure what to get.”

“I’ll help you.”

“Thanks,” Stacy said.

Words: 15

Excerpt from: The Old Forest

“Follow me, and you’ll see,” Merry said.

He turned to the left along the Hedge, and soon they came to a point where it bent inwards, running along the lip of a hollow. They went into a cutting that had made, which had walls of brick at the sides. This lead to a tunnel which went under the Hedge and out to the other side.

There, Fatty Bulger halted. “Good bye, Frodo. I wish you were not going into the Forest. I only hope you will not need rescuing before the day is out. But good luck to you – today and every day.”

“If there are no worse things ahead than the Old Forest, I shall be lucky,” Frodo said. “Tell Gandalf to hurry along the East Road; we shall be back on it and going as fast as we can.”

The four travellers then rode down the slope and disappeared from Fatty’s sight into the tunnel.

Merry pulled the gate to with an ominous click of the lock. “There, you have left the Shire, and are now outside, and on the edge of the Old Forest.”

“Are the stories about it true?” Pippin asked.

“I don’t know what stories you mean,” Merry answered.

Words: 204

Excerpt from: Spider Quinn

“I knew it! It's just like when they made us have pep rallies for field hockey. We're being invaded by communists!” he said as he came to his locker.

“Remember that game when you fell on your head?” Michael ‘Mack’ Mackenzie asked. “Remember how you thought Vince Lombardi was sending you plays from hell?”

“Heaven, bro! Vince Lombardi did not go to hell.”

Stacy and Tiffany walked by.

“But... if Quinn's cousin is an atomic communist from Mars, shouldn't she have a more interesting outfit?” Tiffany mused.

“Stop it, Tiffany! You’re scaring me!” Stacy said.

“Sorry,” Tiffany said, not entirely sincerely.

Mack was taken aback. “Yeah, yeah, I heard it, too.”

He, Kevin and Brittany then went to their next class. However, they had been overheard by Charles Ruttheimer III. “Two of my favorite luscious ladies out to enslave Earth males and end gym class?” he asked himself before giving off a growl. “Someone's been reading my dreams.”

Daria and Jane knew it was an unusual day for Lawndale High. “A lot of weirdness around here lately,” Jane commented as they left the school building. She also saw SpiderGirl in the distance. ‘Huh?’

“Yeah. I won't be sorry to see this day end,” Daria commented.

“You say that every day.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Although this one was especially strange. But the worst is over,” Jane said.

However, the doors behind them flew open and they saw Mr. DeMartino being lead away by the agents in cuffs.

“Remove these restraints! Governmental thugs! This isn't Stalingrad!” he cried.

“You're damn right, pal. And it isn't going to be,” the male agent said.

“You can't do this. I'm an educator!”

“Say it again! It only makes it easier,” the other agent said.

“Um, the worst is over now?” Jane asked in slight hope.

“Don’t bet on it.”

The Fashion Club met in Quinn’s room after Dinner.

“Meeting starts: 6:53 PM,” Stacy said.

“Quinn will explain why she is wearing all black, again,” Sandi said.

“After Sandi explains why she added sanctions about my hair without telling me,” Quinn said.

“It was a slip of the tongue,” Sandi explained.

“Didn’t sound like it,” Quinn shot back.

“Fine,” Sandi said. “I wanted to add sanctions for the hair, but I haven’t got around to it yet.”

“Right…”

Words: 381

Total: 689