14th November 2023 Writings

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Excerpt from: Changes in the Archipelago
“Not yet?” Snotlout asked.

“We haven’t had a closer look yet,” Astrid responded.

“Then why are we wasting time?” Snotlout asked.

“We’re not,” Hiccup said. “I wanted to round up everyone.”

“Right…”


Soon all of them were flying out to the ship.

“If is from Miklagard, we can totally take it,” Snotlout declared.

“No, we can’t,” Fishlegs objected.

“It would be foolhardy.”

Words: 62


Excerpt from: Lady Me’s Quandry
“Not Britain, nor the 20th or 21st Centuries,” she said to the TARDIS as she set a random course.

The TARDIS gave a sound as if she agreed with her. She then set the ship in motion.


It didn’t take long for them to arrive somewhere. “Let’s see,” Lady Me murmured as she switched on the Scanner.

Indeed, it wasn’t Britain, nor the 20th or 21st Centuries. “Faroe Islands, 19th Century,” she mused. It wasn’t very far off at all. She suspected that if she tried again, it would still be somewhere in Western Europe in the later part of the Second Millennium. Therefore she emerged from the ship into the dimly lit streets of Torshavn. Nothing looked to be out of the ordinary. ‘But then at this time I was already hiding out on the Street.’


Something soon happened.

Words: 140


Excerpt from: Spider Quinn
“Right…” Quinn considered. She also considered just quitting the Fashion Club and telling Sandi to leave. What Daria had said in Freemont about them solving crime together flashed through her mind. ‘Not yet, give her a chance.’ She breathed deeply, and pulled down the turtleneck, showing her, along with Stacy and Tiffany, the zit.

“Oh, I see,” Sandi said.

“So, I had to hide it,” Quinn said.

“Of course,” Sandi said.

“Quinn, I'm so happy you're still one of us,” Stacy said.

“Gosh, Stacy, what did you think?” Quinn asked.

“Really,” Tiffany added.

“Quinn's right, Stacy. Just because she was acting completely weird and not confiding in her dearest, most loyal friends is no reason to decide she'd finally given up her sad charade and revealed herself as a two-faced, little…” Sandi trailed off as Quinn gave an intense glare.

‘How long?’ Quinn wondered, again.

“Meeting ended,” Sandi said.

“6:57. The shortest yet,” Stacy responded.


Unknown to Quinn and the others, Daria had overheard Stacy saying ‘I'm so happy you're still one of us,’ as she had walked by. Therefore she called Jane about her suspicion.

“Come on, not even aliens would give the planet to the Fashion Club. You're getting paranoid,” Jane responded.

“I'm not talking about aliens. But there's something out there. Something stupid.”

“You get rattled too easily,” Jane responded, then changed her tone. “By the way, can you come over here right now? I'm really scared.”

“I see. And to what do I owe this mood swing?” Daria asked.

“It's Trent's song. You gotta listen and tell me if it's getting more cheerful.”

“Now who's paranoid?”

“Come on, I'll order a pizza. And don’t tell your mother where you’re going, I don’t want her getting all motherly.”

“Right away.”


Words: 293


Excerpt from: In the House of Tom Bombadil
“We heard news of you, and heard that you were wandering. We guessed that you’d come ere long down to the water: all paths lead that way, down to Withywindle. Old grey Willow-man, he’s a mighty singer; and it’s hard for little folk to escape his cunning mazes. But Tom had an errand there, that he dared not hinder.” He then sang a song of his errand and of how he had met Goldberry long ago.

Tom had fallen silent, but Frodo couldn’t resist asking one more question. “Tell us, Master, about the Willow-man. What is he? I have never heard of him before.”

“No, don’t!” Merry and Pippin said together.

“That is right,” Tom said. “Now is the time for resting. Some things are ill to hear while the world is in shadow. Sleep until the morning light, rest on the pillow!”


Words: 143


Total: 635