Teens Writing for Teens, issue 6

Missus Akasha said:

What is everyone writing lately? Or has life become too busy for you? I'm the second one, LOL.

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Elysium said:

Astro - You can do it! Write! Write! Write! Just think, if you reach 1K you can take a nap. Incentives always work for me.

I should probably be writing too but it's so hot that I think my brain is fried. I really wish I could teleport to somewhere cold.

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Zoombie said:

If you don't write 1,000 words, I WILL KILL THIS DOG!

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Zoombie said:

Works every time.

Also, 27k!

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Thalia said:

ZOOM!!!!

OH and I'm also taking a creative writing workshop for the month. Which is mostly literary fiction and short stories but still interesting. Also I'm the youngest there but c'est la vie.

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AstroFolio said:

Thank you! I took a break to start learning javascript (I'm determined to do this at some point) but I'm going fairly well now Where do you live?

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Elysium said:

Good luck with learning javascript. It's certainly a good thing to know how to use.

I live in the U.S. The summers in Pennsylvania aren't usually that bad but these past couple of years have been terrible.

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Zoombie said:

28k!

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It is hard to explain the mixture of feelings that filled my mind at the sight of the caravan, and the caravan’s inside. I had grown up around wood houses and luminescent crystals that had to be rubbed to turn on. The most advanced anything that I had seen until I came to Caravan Stop was the distant Pylons, a few illustrated Champions, and – of course – the soulgems on each of our wrists. But in this caravan alone, I counted at least fifty different magitechnological wonders, each one more exciting and awesome than the last.

But as I got excited, I also got really annoyed: Why the hell weren’t these things in Knifeton too?

“Get an harmonious seat in the central island of mo-”

I sat down in the first free seat I could find near the window.

Boolian stuck his head out of my pocket. “The aisle seat. Sit in the aisle seat!”

“I want to see the wilderness go by,” I whispered to my little pocket wizard. Boolian put his paws over his eyes. A moment later, another woman took the aisle seat that Boolian had wanted for me. She was a slender woman with tanned skin and broad shoulders, which immediately started to squash me into the side of the caravan.

“See?” Boolian whispered.

I didn’t deign to respond to his silliness.

When the caravan was loaded up, a calm, male voice spoke from the walls: “This is the Stern Hand of Industry, the Patropoli who generates the magical energy to guide this caravan through the vastness of Doctrine’s Creation. I will be providing entertainment, security and sustenance for your trip. If you have any questions, direct them to my avatars within the caravan, but please allow for a five second delay in response, due to the increased traffic in my home structures. Thank you.”

The caravan chuffed softly, and then the whole thing started to move forward. The town of Caravan Stop started to slide past us, and then it was gone. I kept my eyes glued to the window, oohing softly as I whispered: “Holy flip!”

“We’re moving. What did you expect to happen?” Boolian asked.

“Is your pocket talking?” The woman next to me asked.

“Nope!”

“Oh…” She shook her head, then tapped the seat in front of her. For a moment, I thought she was trying to get the man sitting in its attention, but instead, the seat back rippled like water, forming into a living tapestry. The woman grabbed two beaded crystals that protruded from the side and slipped them into her ears as the tapestry started to play some entertainment vid. I leaned over, and the woman scowled at me. I leaned back, my cheeks flushed.

“You know you can watch on your own tapestry, right?” Boolian whispered.

“Of course I did,” I said. “I know everything.”

“Sure you do.”

I coughed, then brushed my fingers along the seat before me. It didn’t do anything. I frowned, then poked it a few times. The man sitting in it stood, then turned around, scowling at me.

“Can I help you?”

“…sorry.”

The man sat back down and I glanced down at Boolian.

“What?” Boolian asked. “You know everything, right?”

I sighed. “Sorry, Boolian, can you help me with this?”

“Seriously, are you talking to your pocket or not?” The woman asked, removing one of the crystals from her ear, so that she could hear.

“Only a little,” I said.

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AstroFolio said:

Thank you I found this awesome website (codecademy, or something) which is interactive and ... yeah. Some parts are difficult but it seems worthwhile.

Oh, okay. It seems like everyone lives in the US. Move to Ireland, guys! In Ireland summer's good if it we get ten rain-free days between May and September, tbh. That's only a very slight exaggeration.

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