Movie

I want to write a movie script and make a movie for a movie contest I heard about. I want to know what you guys think about it, what book it should be based on and if I should do it at all.

- Bella Rose

P.S. I think it it should be "Maximum Ride, the Angel Experiment".

The Crystal Bracelet

I still couldn’t believe that I had convinced my dad to move, again, I thought. I was on my way home from looking for work, on the bus, when I dropped the card for someone that could paint my room. While I looked for it I noticed something. There was a sterling silver chain bracelet tucked under the cushion.

I pulled it out and saw that the links were small and round, and every couple of links it had a long slim crystal hanging off of it. Some were blue and some where white, but they were all beautiful. Being a girl, I naturally tried it on and it fit perfectly. It had some extra room, just the way I like it.

Right then, the bus stopped a block from my house. Forgetting the bracelet I was still wearing, I grabbed my bag and ran so I could get off before the bus started moving. I walked home dreading the first day of my new school.

Turned out that didn’t have to. But it wasn’t until later that I realized why.



Please tell me what you think. I will even change it if you think it would make it better.
-Bella R. Rose

Assignment 2

This assignement is to write a story abnout a main character that finds a diamond necklace on a sit in the school bus. The character can be anyone we want, the item found can be anything we want, and the school bus can be any setting we want.

Jane the James

Knock. Knock. I went to the door and opened it. It was about 10 at night and we were all supposed to be going to bed.


“Seth, I need to talk to you. It is about you still being cabin boy at the age of 18.” It was Captain Alexander. He was a tall man and had intense eyes.


Just like Jane’s. But I tried not to think about her. I left her crying on the dock 3 years ago. She had threatened to kill me if I ever went back, too.


“You should be a sailor not a cabin boy. I am going to get a new one, but I will let you pick him and train him. Would you like that?” He liked me and had taught me everything I know about ships and sailing.


“Yes sir, it would be an honor.”


“Where would like to look first?”


The image of Jane in her shorts and cut off shirt came to my mind. She would make a wonderful cabin boy. I pushed the thought away but I started to think of all the other boys in my home town.


“Take me home, Captain. I will find you the best cabin boy there is.” And I meant it.


. . .


It was 6 am and I had 30 min. until everyone at the school woke up. If I wasn’t gone by then they will send me an insane insilem. And I knew exactly where I was going.
I put on the top half of a dress, some bloomers and a long cloak and ran to the stables. It was still dark when I got to Jack, my horse. He was tall and elegant. His coat was reddish brown and I loved it.


I saddled him and rode to town but I took the long way so that nobody would notice me until I reached town.


My swords were strapped to my back and my bow and arrows were in a bag with a white cotton shirt, a pair of britches, sash, and a corset. In a small bag I had tied to my waist was some money, food and a small knife.


The streets were crowded by the time I got there. I hopped off and tied Jack with some other horses. I ran into woods, because I still had to “become a boy”.
There was a stream in the woods a little ways. I stopped there and braided my hair into two braids. I pulled out the small knife and cut just above the braids. My hair was still a little long so I pulled it back into a ponytail.


I pulled the corset out and cut it in half. I put of the top half. I made it as tight as I could. It hurt a lot, like I was being squeezed to death. I sat there for a little while to get used to it then I got back to work.


I put on the shirt and pants. They were big on me but I was prepared. I grabbed the sash in my bag and tied it over my shirt and pants. It would help keep my pants up and keep my shirt down.


I looked in the calm water of the stream. I looked completely different. Someone would have to pay close attention to notice I was a girl, let alone that I was Jane Smith, the crazy girl that likes to disappear.


I got rid of all evidence that I had been there and made my way back to Jack. Just as I got in to town someone grabbed my shoulder.


“Boy, have you seen Jane Smith?” I only herd, Jane Smith. I turned around and drew both of my swords.


“Don’t call me that!” I was already angry but the moment I saw who had spoke I became murderous.


It was the person that ruined my life, Seth Black. He was tall and his silky black hair was ragged and at his chin. He was tan and muscular too, but I still hated him.
He studied me and my change in emotion and then he recognized me.
“Jane! I …” But I cut him off.


“My name is James! Not Jane. Do I look like a girl to you?!” He must have notice that wasn’t anger about what was said, but who said it, because he take a step back started to measure just how long I would be able to control my-self.


“OK, James, I am looking for a cabin boy for a merchant I work for. Would you be interested?” I was look for a way out of this place and I have all ways wanted to sail. I lowered my swords.


“Who is the captain, Derrick or Charles?” They were the usual merchants that stopped here.


“Alexander. Still plan on staying?” My eyes widened Alexander was the best captain ever!


“Let me get my horse!” I would do anything to sail with Captain Alexander, even if I would have to be with Seth.


“Meet me at the dock this afternoon. Go home and get anything need from your house.” It would be the long 3 hours of my life.

The Last Time I Saw Stephen

The last time I saw Stephen, he scarred a hex sign on my shoulder.

“Mom, I’m home!” I was walking in to my room when I noticed some one in my stepbrother’s room. “Mom is that you?”

A boy about my age came out of the closet and pointed a gun at me. I screamed and ran to my room and shut my door. The door opened and the boy came in. He was tall and blonde just like me. It couldn’t be him. He disappeared years ago. I know it was him when said my name. Stephen, my stepbrother is home. I couldn’t see the gun but I could see a black pen in his right hand. The next thing I know he had grabbed my right arm and pulled down my shirt until my shoulder showed. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. He was carving something on to my shoulder.

I couldn’t hear the front door open over my screams but, Stephen could. He was gone before my mom could comprehend my screaming and rush to my room. My mom dragged me to the kitchen and wrapped my arm in a towel. She helped me to the car and she drove me to the hospital.

“It’s just stitches honey that’s all. I can hold your hand if you want.”
“No, I will not get stitches.” Mom didn’t understand. I knew Stephen. He wasn’t the type of person that would hurt people without a good reason.

I now know that reason. I knew the moment the doctor said that the cuts on my arm were in the shape of a hex sign. He was trying to protect me. But from what?


I chose this story because when I thought of all of the suspense that the book would have. I have always like book with suspense.

-Bella Rose


Please feel free to post suggestions or emails us at thewritingmagicproject@gmail.com.

The Bear Was Eating My Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich.

The bear was eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. All I could do was stand there and watch. I stood there feeling surprised, impressed, and scared out of my wits, all at the same time.

My family had planned this vacation for months and we finally manage to go. I recall the camp ranger telling us to watch for bears and to keep our food packed away at night. But I think we were all surprised at how quickly the bear got our food.

We had just arrived, set up our tent and unpacked the food. Of course my mom made us all wash our hands. No sooner had we turned around and there was the bear with our lunch.

I finally mustered the courage to look around at the rest of my family. My dad stood there with the shocked “What do we do now” look on his face. My mother had a strange look. It was as if she was thinking “Eeew! I can’t believe it’s eating that!” It surprised me since she had spent all after noon yesterday, making each sandwich herself. The baby, sitting in my mother’s arms, was smiling and reaching out for the bear, just like she would any other stuffed animal.

As quickly as the bear arrived, it finished our lunch. It stopped and looked at us, rose up on two legs and growled. You know, a bear’s grows is much louder in real life than it is on TV and much scarier. Then I knew we were in trouble.



For my assignement, I looked through all of the suggestions and I had good ideas for all of them right away, except this one. I chose this one because I really had to think and be creative. I actually thought about it for a few weeks. Then while I was riding in the car it just came to me and I had to write.


--Franklin Davis

Mrs. Hen’s Wig Went Missing

Mrs. Hen’s wig went missing.

The second day of school, I went into the girls bathroom. Mrs. Hen was taking a shower in the girl’s bathroom. Then she came out, but she looked for her wig and could not find it. She looked up and down, in the sink, the stalls, the showers, the drying rack, but it was nowhere to be found.

She wrapped herself in a towel and went in to the hall wearing nothing but a towel. She went into the class room and put on her shoes. She looked around the class, and it was nowhere to be found.

Then she went back into the bathroom and put on some cloths.

She went outside and asked the children if they had seen her wig. The said “No Mrs. Hen, no we haven’t.” The children said, “Oh my! What happened?” when they saw her without her wig. She tried to wear a hat, but when the children noticed she wasn’t wearing her wig, she ran back inside.

She went into the office. The principle, Ms. Bell, asked why she was wearing a hat in school. Mrs. Hen asked the principle if she had seen her wig. Then the principle said, “You know the rules! No wearing hats in school.”


I picked this story because it was the most interesting and fun. It sounded really crazy and I like crazy stuff.

--Sofia French

It Was A Witchy House

It was a witchy house: the low slung roof; that quiet gray paint; those squinting, shuttered windows; and the empty porch rocker that rocked, rocked, rocked, day and night. That old abandoned home, straight across from my not so abandoned home. Abandoned, lonely, and cold. The home that used to belong to my beautiful and graceful grandmother, the home that used to be filled with colors and beautiful flowers, the home that put my life together.

Now that she’s gone my life is a wreck, nothings is the same. Passed, because of old age and I plan to do the same.

I used to go to her house every other day to say I love you and collect treats for the family. She was my favorite person on the face of the earth until she got swept off of it. She was the only person that understood me, the only friend I had and now she’s gone.

We could talk all day and all night, we were the same, we loved each other like best friends. I swear sometimes I see her rocking in her rocker that we would always talk on rain, or shine.

I am now trying to figure out some way to talk to her without dying. I know I can do it, because we have a connection like no other two people in the world. I know that for a fact. I know where she is and I know we will be together on the same rocker one day.

Every day that rocker goes back and forth and I know she can hear my thoughts. Everyday there she is waving and smiling at me on that same rocker.



I picked this first line because it was the line I was most interested in. It was interesting because it sounded suspenseful but it's not. It sounds like a haunted house, but it isn't.


--Nicole Wolf

Writing Project One

The first assignment: You have to start writing a story and the first line of the story must use one of the suggested first lines. The line can be changed and adapted to fit your story, but it essentially has to be the same. And, you only have 20 minutes.

The Writer's Oath

At the end of chapter one, the author includeds this oath:

I Promise Solemnly:

1. to write as often and as much as I can,
2. to respect my writing self, and
3. to nurture the writing of others.

I accept these responsibilities and shall honor them always.

Gail Carson Levine
Writing Magice: Creating Stories That Fly
Chapter 1 "A Running Start", page 6

My friends and I "accept these responsibilities and shall honor them always."

Bella Rose
Franklin Davis
Clover Blossom
Nicole Wolf
R J Wolf
Sofia French
The Little Ice Princess

Writing Magic, I Am Going To Get Started

I found a magazine article about a book called “Writing Magic: Creating Stories that Fly”. It was by the author Gail Carson Leveine, the same author that wrote “Ella Enchanted” and “The Fairest”. This book teaches you how to write fiction. At the end of each chapter there is a writing assignment called "Writing Time". I read the book so much that I had most of it memorized, but I never did any of the writing time assignments. That was in 2006. Now, I happened to find the book again during after Christmas cleaning. This time, when i read it, I am going to do the assignments, because I really want to do them. There are about 63 assignments, depending on how you look at it. Some of the assignments have different option to pick from, so I will do two or three. Other assignments are long enough to do by themselves. I really want to be an author like Gail so I am going to do this. Chapter 1, here I come. I am going to get started!