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Creative writing: skits, short stories, essays

By the River (Lady Madeline Pt. 4)

She stayed in the river as long as she could, letting the stream take her farther and farther into this strange land, but she could not swim forever. She needed rest. So, when she was sure that she was no longer being chased, she swam towards shore, hoping that those creatures wouldn't follow.

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Introductions (Lady Madeline Pt. 2)

Handsome looked around, confused, "Who said that?" Followed his tail a couple of times around and started shouting, "Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?" While Madeline just stood there, bag in hand, surprised and shocked by this strange, talking dog. Finally, Handsome sat down and asked her, "Can you tell me who is talking?"

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Lady Madeline

Madeline didn't start out as a brave knight. Actually, she didn't even think that she would be a knight or anything like it. She was just a girl on her way to FDR Elementary School on a Tuesday. Tuesdays were OK, they weren't quite as nice as Fridays (pizza day), or as bad as Mondays (which were, well, Mondays). It was just another boring day in a boring week in her boring third-grade year. Her walk to school that morning had been boring, her classes had been boring, and her walk home, well, it started as boring. Then she decided to go the long way around.

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The Coliseum

The crowd roars above me, a savage beast crying for my banishment, the death of my avatar. They have yet to come for me, to fetch me from this prison to face my condemnation.


There is no question about whether I'm guilty. Everyone knows what I did, and some even understand why it happened, but no one is willing to listen. No one is willing to hear the case of a man who has served the Plexus as a faithful guardian for his entire life, and even those who know the circumstances are so bloodthirsty that this hearing is more spectacle than it is justice.

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