2nd January 2023 Writings

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Excerpt from: Middleton and Bonnie Rockwaller’s Genie
Prologue
Middleton, Colorado, United States of America
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
It was a bright sunny day in Middleton, a not-so-typical American suburban town. Almost no-one knew what was going to happen that afternoon. Those that did know had been preparing for the upcoming events for the last three months. It was an event that would set off a chain of events that bring about massive changes to the town (or suburb, though Middleton was certainly separate from the nearby settlements, many of which also considered themselves towns).

Only a minority of people knew what was about to happen that afternoon, after school had finished for the day.

Words: 108


Excerpt from: The Youngest Barksdale
Daria took in what Andrea had said. It wasn’t surprising. “I suppose she’ll be writing a piece to disparage you.”

“Of course, but I don’t care!” Andrea said.

Words: 28


Excerpt from: An Aquatic Second Contact
“Welcome to Eali Toromi Station, Offworlders,” he said. “I’m the representative of the Republican Alliance of Oarnva Meraess. I wasn’t informed that the Klingons would be sending a representative.”

Words: 29


Excerpt from: Mysteries on the Frontier Stations
“Aphrodite Danielson?” someone asked.

“That’s I!” she said in annoyance.

“I’m Raelene Thompson, Administrator of the Station.”

Words: 17


Excerpt from: A Fellowship of 10
That he seemed to be learned in old lore as well as in the ways of the wild.

“Who was Gil-galad?” Merry asked.

Strider didn’t answer, but one came from an unexpected source.

“Gil-galad was an Elven-king…”

Sam stopped after a few verses.

“Don’t stop,” Merry said.

“That’s all I know,” Sam said with a blush. “I learned it from Mr. Bilbo when I was a lad. He used to tell me tales like that, knowing how I was always one for hearing about Elves. It was Mr. Bilbo as taught me my letters. He was mighty book-learned was dear old Mr. Bilbo. And he wrote poetry. He wrote what I have just said.

“He did not make it up,” Strider said. “It is part of the lay that is called The Fall of Gil-galad, which is an ancient tongue.”

Words: 140


Excerpt from: Lawndale and Sandi Griffin’s Genie
“So, how are we going about it?” Davis asked.

“We’re going along the street,” Daria answered. “Looking out for the emerald and talking to others.”

“Sounds good,” Davis said.

Words: 29

Total: 351