Creative Writing Contest II

[Angie]

This is another activity with your muse because the last one seemed so popular. I want you to write your muse's diary/journal. There should be three entries: one from when he/she/it decided to introduce him/her/itself to you, one from when you wrote your best piece, and another with a subject of your choice. Also, try to convey various aspects of his/her/it's personality and his/her/it's (are you getting sick if my political correctness yet?) relationship through these diary/journal entries.

Length: 300-550 words (word counter)
End date: July 15, 2006
Judge: Angie

Please only post here with your entries so as not to clutter the thread. If you have questions, PM me or the judge.

Note: this contest will remain closed until the first one is done. This contest is now open, as the other one is closed.

[Angie]

Jayda's Entry

Dear journal-

No, wait, that's not right. Miss JJ should be the one writing those words, and it would be all thanks to me! But noooooo, that would be too easy. Then again...perhaps that's my fault, because she doesn't quite know I'm here yet...Oh dear, there I go again. Of course it's not MY fault. I'm here for her benefit, not my own. I gain nothing.

Not that I mind. No, of course I don't; I love my job. I love JJ's mind. It's weird...she thinks about the strangest things. Who doesn't want to listen in on thoughts like that?

There's just one little problem...She doesn't know I'm here. So, I guess I'm kind of a peeper in that sense...I mean, I AM listening in on her thoughts. Besides, something has to be done with those; her mind is something I come across rarely. (Not that I've actually been in someone else's mind...oh no, I've always been here. But a muse does have to sleep, you know.)

Hey, I'm not getting defensive! But I guess it's time to reveal myself. I hope she won't scream too loudly. Her voice is still annoying. Sometimes I wish I had been stuck with a boy instead. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

Wish me luck,
An as-of-yet unnamed muse.
~~~

Dear whoever I'm talking to,

I should have known she would scream. She always does, silly pre-teen girl she is. I'm showing myself much later than other muses often do; she's already in the seventh grade. Very mature for her age, though. Well, kind of. She does obsess over boys- oh God, don't I know it!- and she can be really ditzy at times. I guess she's okay, though. I could have done worse.

Anyways, after all the screaming was over, she really handled the situation quite well. She just said hi, asked what I was doing there, and what my name was.

"Silly girl," I responded with a laugh. "My name is what you wish for it to be. I am here because you are ready for me to be so."

She just stared at me. "Can I call you Shadow?"

Silly, silly girl. I quite regret giving her permission to call me anything she wished. Oh well. It was indeed my own fault.

Forever my own and not yours,
Shadow.

~~~

Dear my unnamed friend,

I knew she would do well from the start. Oh no, don't try and argue with me, I knew it all along!

Yes, my dear little naive girl just wrote her best piece ever.

Not that that's saying much, but all the same. She has outdone herself. She better have, with me around to give her ideas! I don't even get PAID for my job, you know. She got lucky.

Erm...okay, maybe she didn't. I am once again NOT growing defensive, but simply...okay, defensive. I am a busy, busy soul, you know! It isn't MY fault that I can't be here at times so that she can't finish the ideas I gave her in the first place!

I mean, come on. I gave her the ideas! What else does she want from me?! Slave labor, that's what it is. Muse abuse!

And she dares to blame me?

Even if it is my fault, I can only do so much! I am but one overworked muse. Somebody please save me from this girl!

Sincerely (heh, not really),
Shadow.

[Gil Alexander]

Froggy's Entry

11-16-1994

I officially met the girl today. You know, the one I’ve been watching since the day she was born. She’s five now. A year ago she started writing in a diary. Pitiful entries, really. Just about what her day was like—what kind of things she did. Like anybody cares! But I’ll help her now. She’s going to be a writer when she gets older. Not a great one—not even with my help could she be that—but a writer just the same.

She really is a dear, sweet girl. Too sweet, for my taste. When I came out from under the bed, she scooped me up and hugged me so tight I thought I was going to suffocate! Now she insists on calling me Pookie—Pookie! Doesn’t she know my name is Crystal? If she doesn’t, I’ll tell her soon.

She wrote the beginning of a story today, with my help of course. It stunk pretty bad, but you should see what I have to work with!

More Later,
-Crystal

3-28-2002

At least the girl is acknowledging my help now. You know, I think she thought all those great ideas I was telling her were coming from her own highly incapable mind! Ha!

But now she realizes how much help I am to her. She keeps trying to convince me to come out from under her bed. She’s tried just about everything—food, money, promises, and threats. Tell me, what would a hamster need with any of those things?

It’s not that I don’t want to help her—I do. Boy does she need it. But she never focuses! She’s always checking e-mail, playing solitaire, or logging on to some website about—of all things—writing.

I wish I could get it through her thick skull that if she would only sit down and actually write I’d be there in an instant to help her.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about this girl it’s that she doesn’t understand anything quickly.

Feeling Frustrated,
-Crystal

6-4-2005

Miracles do happen. The girl (with my help—always with my help) wrote something rather good today, and she actually plans to keep it going. She dreams of finishing it and getting it published. I hate to see her hopes dashed. Even if she does finish it—unlikely—nothing she writes will ever be good enough to publish.

As talented as I am, she’s a lost cause. A determined one, but lost just the same.

Still, it is rather gratifying to see all of my hard work finally paying off.

Someday she’ll thank me.

Proud of My Work,
-Crystal

[Angie]

This contest is now closed. The results will be posted shortly.

[Angie]

1.) Following the contest instructions.
2.) Creativity.
3.) Proper grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. in the writing contests.
4.) Effort.
5.) Overall talent.
6.) Anything else the judge deems important to the particular contest (Other).

Second Place:
Jayda
1.) 10/10
2.) 7.5/10
3.) 8/10
4.) 9/10 (you seem like you had fun with it)
5.) 8.5/10
6.) N/A
Total: 43/50

First Place:

Froggy
1.) 10/10
2.) 8/10
3.) 9/10
4.) 9/10 (you tried to make it cute, and you succeeded!)
5.) 9/10
6.) N/A
Total: 45/50