Pen and Paper - A Writers Clan

Yvonne woke up all at once: head aching, fingers scrabbling against thin medical sheets, cold metal and a bone-deep pain in her missing left leg. She shot upright, slamming her palm on the desk for stability and startling the man working away nearby. She was in… hydroponics. There was a low-light comforting glow, the soft play of water refractions on the glass and metal from the nearby porthole window and the quiet trickling of water running through the pipes and feeding the tiny seedlings growing in rows. Her hands searched out the makeshift bed, threading fingers through the warmer bedding blanket on top. Someone had lain a work tabletop with what looked like every sheet in medical, as well as a couple pillows from someone’s bunk. At the desk, recovered from his brief brush with cardiac arrest, Willis dropped the pen from his mouth and whistled. “Huh. Sammoya was right.” He got to his feet and held out a hand to help Yves up. “She left not five minutes ago.” Yves slid to the edge of the table and let her leg dangle, shaking her head at Willis’ offered hand. “Right about what?” she asked, voice raspy from disuse. “Right about you.” He gestured to an askew rolling chair with his foot. “She was there all day and half the night. Took one look at you and said you’d be up soon, then took off.” He dragged the chair over, jostling Lab Rat the spheal where she was precariously balanced on top, and pushed it over to her. Resting the back of her hand on top of the seat, Yves frowned as her internal temperature gauge picked up something just below regular body heat. She snatched her hand back. “Huh.” “Huh,” Willis repeated. He folded his hands over his mouth and said, "I thought you might not wake up, to be honest."

Once upon a time, on Melemele Island, a young eevee wandered out into the forest. It was a dark and gloomy day, and the eevee was lost. It scampered around the island’s thick forest for many hours, and it soon became very hungry. The berries of the island were very high up, out of the eevee’s reach. Despite its hunger, it cuddled up into a tight ball and fell asleep. When it awoke, it wasn’t out in the forest. It had awakened in a small hut, and could smell the fragrant scent of Pokémon Food. It was a familiar smell, but the eevee couldn’t remember where it was from. Then, from the darkness, a young woman emerged. She smiled at the eevee, and handed it a yummy bowl of Pokémon Food. “Here” said the woman. “For you” The eevee opened its eyes. The scent of the food drove it closer. Just before it ate, it sniffed the woman’s hands. Upon sniffing, the eevee eventually knew that the woman was friendly. It then began to eat. “Hmm, it’s great to see you doing much better! I wander why you were out there anyway” the woman remarked. She sat down next to the eevee and fell asleep. A few weeks passed, and the woman and the eevee were inseparable. The woman had named it Sky. Together, they lived a peaceful life in the hut deep within the forest. But one day, a group of men came to the hut. They began to cut down the trees around it, so that they had room to build a luxury hotel. They cleared many trees, leaving many Pokémon without a home. The woman took as many as she could into her care, and along with Sky, she protected the forest. But then the day came when the men banged on the hut door. When the woman opened the door, they demanded that she sell them the hut, so that they could knock it down. When she refused, the men were furious. One of them through a Pokéball high into the air. “Electrobuzz, take ‘em to the door!” he cried. The Pokémon snarled at Sky. But the woman would not give up. “Sky, will you help me protect our home?” she asked the eevee. “Eevee! Ee!” the eevee replied. Then the battle was decided. “Alright. Sky use quick attack let’s go!” cried the woman. “Electrobuzz, use thunderbolt!” came the reply from the man. The battle continued for some time. “Okay Sky. Time to finish it up with our Z-Move.” The woman whispered. She began the first Z-Poses. “Together. As one. We will fight, for our freedom!” the woman began. “Use Extreme Evoboost!” as the final Z-Poses were finished by both trainer and Pokémon, the eight evolutions of eevee gathered. Together, they shared their power with Sky. And the eevee attacked. Stronger than ever. To save her home. A flashing blue light came from the eevee. And then, burning brighter, it evolved. A majestic sylvevon emerged from the mist. And together, the woman along with Sky, saved the forest.

Hal walked out of the lair, yawning. Owner was at the Tundra with Nova, a large dragon like his mother, and Cricket, an odd wasp-like dragon, but he eyed the two radiation green eggs with black dappling. They came from Wasteland, the double eared dragon thought, thats what Owner said, he wondered what the babies would be like. He looked at the eggs, rather large and soon to hatch. Owner would be bound to check on them soon. Then the orange haired person was back, and Hal cheered. Back to the lair, concluded the Skyrix, seeing owner come back home. Owner was hatching the eggs, Hal went wide eyed. What would they be? Peach was quick to come over, but it was too late. One had hatched, it was a purple and black, beelike dragon with a stinger. Owner smiled, praising it for its color and stroking it. Then the next egg was ready, Owner going to hatch it. It was a small yellow dragon, a wingless one, it had a small flap on its head, for a crest, Hal concluded. He smiled, Peach jumping around happily, her odd material sending Hal offguard. It was a good day, thought the dragon, and it really was.

Jenna was looking through books at the library,as she always does. A certain book had drawn her attention,it was titled 'Jenna's Death' "That's my name!" She said in a whisper. She flipped through the pages just as a piece of paper fell out from the book. She gently picked up the paper. On it were the words, If you are reading this,it means that he has chosen you. Text the number below or he will not be pleased And indeed there was a number at the bottom. As she dialed the numbers,a hand grabbed her shoulder. (To be continued)

Whoever's reading this, I might not live long, this...virus has now spread to almost half of the Earth. I got the virus from eating some contaminated food for my research. For anyone who is alive to read this book, I am about to share with you the ways to defeat this virus. I'm afraid I might be too weak to do so. People call the virus 'Zombie Virus' because it feeds off your brain and over time, you get so dumb that you'll only be able to write 100 words each day. But don't worry, all you gotta do is

I like the setting and the idea behind the story. It's intriguing. The eggs found in a wasteland gives the story a kind of mystery that will make a reader interested in the story. Are there other people too? Why are these dragons with Owner? What is this Wasteland? All these questions that come up invite me as a reader to read more and explore the setting through your stories. I love that and I hope you either have more or will write more. This story could benefit from a little more showing and a little less telling. Take the hatching of the eggs for example. How does Owner do that? Is there some cracking Hal can see or hear? Maybe you could add a bit more descriptions of the scenery to allow the reader to properly place the story. Right now it feels like a post-apocalyptic setting because of the mention Wasteland and Owner and the dragons live in a cave in or near a Tundra, for whatever reason. Maybe you could mention a few things about their living space as Hal exits the lair? Is it a dark cave or are there items of Owner to be seen? Is there a camp for Owner outside? Those are details that give depth to the story, and allow the reader to form a more detailed image. I would have liked to see a bit of interaction between Owner and the Dragons to give us a glimpse of their relationship and to connect with the characters more. Are the dragons more like pets or friends? Also, is Skyrix the type of dragon Hal is? I love the diversity of your dragons in the story; they're all different in appearance and have their own personalities. You didn't write a lot, but it was enough to show the reader the dragons are not the same.

Cinnamøn Buns642 & Azüle Lycâñ: you have been accepted and I will add you to the list of members

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Slytherin Queen: That was brilliant. Short, but well executed.

Hal walked out of the lair, flying over to the Base, it was where food was grown and - more importantly- eggs were hatched, it was also nearby the Teleporter, where Owner went to visit different worlds. Owner was at the Tundra, at least he had heard that before the dragons took off, with Nova, a large dragon like his mother, and Cricket, an odd wasp-like dragon, but he eyed the two radiation green eggs with black dappling, like a creeper, Owner said, whatever that was. They came from Wasteland, the double eared dragon thought, a radioactive, mutant-ridden place, his friend Nagito had been there, and he asked the dragon what it had been like, he wondered what the babies would be like. He looked at the eggs, rather large and soon to hatch. Owner would be bound to check on them soon. Then the orange haired person was back, and Hal cheered, hoping to run forward then tripping. He was prone to this, so of course when Owner chuckled he didn’t mind. Owner went over to the eggs, Hal went wide eyed. What would they be? Peach was quick to come over, the oceanborn dragon hearing the cracks, but it was too late. One had hatched from their warm touch, it was a purple and black, beelike dragon with a stinger much like Cricket, a Venid, he noted. Owner smiled, praising it for its color and stroking it. Then the next egg, put into the incubator earlier, was ready, Owner going to hatch it with their love. It was a small yellow dragon, a wingless one, it had a small flap on its head, he wasn’t sure what dragon it was, but he liked it. He smiled, Peach jumping around happily, her normal wits gone with joy of a new life, her odd material sending Hal off guard as she jumped onto him. It was a good day, thought the dragon, and it really was.