1st January 2025 Writings

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Excerpt from: Daria’s Rugrats
“She has a point,” her father said as he went up to the cake. He tasted it. “What kind of cake is this? It should have been chocolate! In the old country, you never had a carrot cake at a birthday party! “


Minka tasted the cake herself. “This isn't the old country, or haven't you noticed, Mr. Chocolate Cake?”

“For your information, Yenta, chocolate cake is international!” Boris said.

“Oh, suddenly, he’s Mr. International!”


Daria sighed as her maternal grandparents started arguing in Yiddish. ‘Why is it, that families argue at these times.’ She shook her head. She knew what happened when she thought about that for too long.

“Dad, you're right, we should have had a chocolate cake! Mom, you're right, it's none of his business!” her mother said.


Words: 131


Excerpt from: Mysteries of Aurora
She was ready to look further into the Nordic Era.


Olivia entered the Library and found the place more hushed than the day before. ‘Most of the students are either in classes or looking into the sports activities,’ she thought as she looked around the Grand Atrium. She went up to one of the directories. ‘The Nordic Section or the Information Science Section?’ She shook her head and went to the Nordic Section.


“Aurora at the Beginning of the 9th Century,” Olivia murmured. She opened the book and ran her text to speech pen over the Introduction.

“Aurora in the year 801 is commonly considered to have fully recovered from the end of the Roman Era, despite the Eastern Archipelago remaining independent from Urbs Aeterna and allied to the early Byzantine Empire against both Aurora and Charlemagne. The Raid on Lindisfarne had occurred some years earlier, but Aurorans had thought themselves safe from the Norsemen as it was thought that they would focus on England and the other parts of Britain and Ireland…”


“Done,” Freya said as she took a sip from her coffee.

“Done?” Alexia said she looked over the sketch.

“Done for now. A preliminary sketch.”

“It’s looks very good for something that’s preliminary.”

“Thanks,” Freya said. “I usually do a rough sketch first.”

“I’m a little like that, in that I have been designing buildings since I was young, playing with building blocks. It wasn’t always what I wanted to do, but It seemed that I have a knack for it.”

“Many people are like that.”

“I guess so,” Alexia said as she sipped her own coffee.

“Everyone is different when it comes to their creative expression.”

“That’s obvious, but I guess I’m learning how different people can be.”

“The same here.”


Olivia listened as the book again said that many primary sources about the events in the early 9th Century had been lost.

Words: 317


Excerpt from: Spider Quinn
Helen saw both Daria and Quinn come towards the house as she left to go to work early. “Are you seriously doing your investigations early in the morning on the school day?” she asked.

“It’s kinda like that,” Quinn said. “We met this kid and we think that his parents are abusing him.”

“Explain,” Helen said.

Daria then told her about going back to investigate the poem and Quinn following her, and then William appearing.


“We should call the police,” Helen decided as she took out her cell phone.

“Try to get officer Peterson,” Daria suggested. “If she’s on duty.”

“Isn’t she the one…”

“Yes,” Quinn said.

“I guess you have been interacting with her,” Helen said.

“She’s been at the Historia often,” Daria said.


Officer Peterson had just started her shift when Helen’s call had come in. She listened to the dispatcher’s description of what Daria and Quinn had found. ‘I knew that poem was trouble, but I didn’t realise what kind,’ she thought. “Tell her I’ll meet her and her daughters up the street.”


Quinn, Daria and their mother walked up to where Peterson and her partner were waiting a few houses down from William’s parents’ house.

“So, you two spent the night with him?” Peterson asked.

“Just the early hours,” Daria explained. “I had gone to the cemetery to see if there was another poem at the grave.”

“And I followed discretely,” Quinn said, quietly. She glanced at Peterson, wondering if her suspicions of her being SpiderGirl would be increased. ‘Quite likely, but that’s not what I want to dwell on right now.’

“And then what happened?” Peterson asked.

“He reacted to me shining my flashlight on him, and Quinn came up then in response, and he ran off in panic and tripped.”

Words: 296


Total: 744