Creative Writing Blog 2- Fan Fiction

—Create a short-fictional piece set in the world of Orwell’s novel. Use characters, plots, themes, and other ideas presented in the story as a starting point. Feel free to be creative and include your own characters, plots, etc.

Post should be at least one full page, typed, and are due by Monday, 4/7.

Fan Fiction example (Harry Potter)

The Story of Lupus Nocte

This is a story of a man who went from rags, to riches, and back to rags, a story of glory and betrayal. This is the story of Lupus Nocte. Gabriel Lupus stands 5’10” and weighs a near 180 lbs. He is a handsome fellow with short black hair and bright blue eyes, but don’t underestimate him for his looks for he is a very smart man knowing many things in a variety of fields. Gabriel can just about talk his way into or out of anything.  He is an all around multi-talented man; he is skilled in combat, stealth, and even rhetoric.

Gabriel was a skilled archer, learning the trait from his father as a child. Gabriel and his father would hunt the nearby lands for food and animal skins in order to make profit. His mother would tend the farm outside of their small wood and thatch house in the town of Scitila. His younger brother Niccolo, being three years younger than Gabriel, helped with the farming. Gabriel would always watch the legions pass through the town dream of becoming a soldier some day. Then on one day, at the age of seventeen, he had his chance. While the soldiers marched through, he rushed into his home, grabbed his bow, said good bye to his family, and joined the men. An older Legionnaire named Marius let Gabriel hop on the back of his horse for the march and supplied him with an extra set of hide armor.

Marius became Gabriel’s mentor. He taught him the formations and tactics in the legion as well as how to wield a sword efficiently. Being from a commoner’s background and not having a good education, Marius taught Gabriel about history, science, religion, and language. Gabriel became an expert archer, by this time the best in his legion gaining him attention of more elite units and higher ranking soldiers. He rose up to some of the best legions in the country and moved into a higher social status, becoming a wealthy man.

By this time Gabriel was one of the emperor’s greatest archers. Serving through multiple conflicts across the region, Gabriel was a seasoned veteran of battle, seeing his fair share of blood on the battlefield.  Eventually he rose to the rank of Legionnaire and worked alongside some of the greatest generals and battle strategists in the world. Emblazoning the colors of his kingdom, red and silver on his Legionnaire armor, and fought throughout many more battles.

The emperor saw Gabriel’s talent and hired him to be one of his personal body guards, which was only for the best men in the entire military. The emperor gave Gabriel his own manor along with servants and a massive amount of money. Without being a man of politics, Gabriel was in one of the highest possible social classes at the time.

After about three years on the emperor’s guard, being at the age of twenty-seven, Gabriel walked in to the emperor’s throne room to begin his daily routine. While entering the room Gabriel witnessed Marius, now the head of the imperial guards, assassinating the emperor. After hearing the screams from the emperor, the rest of the guards rushed in. In a panic, Marius blamed Gabriel for the act almost so quickly that it seemed like it was planned. Gabriel, now shocked, took off from the building only bringing the clothes on his back and his bow with him.

While on the run Gabriel returned to his parent’s home to tell them about what had happened. Gabriel’s parents had received a letter from the Head of Imperial Guard saying what Gabriel had done. It was a plan, one a long time in the making. Being his parents they believed Gabriel. His brother had told him to run to the woods and find these men that had ruined the Lupus name and not to quit until they were all dead and that he would do the same.

As a token of good luck and a symbol of their family, his father gave Gabriel their family heirloom, the Lupus Bow. Carved into the bow was their family name, “Lupus”, meaning “The Wolf” and at the center of the bow there was a metal wolf’s head with its fangs bared, its mouth open and hollowed out to allow passage for the arrow. Gabriel thanked them for the bow and vowed to hunt down the men who did this to him and dishonored their family, and then took off into the woods.

While in the woods Gabriel came across a pack of four wolves. Gabriel managed to kill off three of them including the alpha wolf. Having lost its leader, the final wolf took Gabriel as his new leader. Gabriel skinned the wolves and wore its pelt to cover his parts of his uniform to distinguish that he no longer belonged to the group of men that had betrayed him. Gabriel Lupus then took on the alias of “Lupus Nocte” or Night Wolf and claimed the wilderness as his new home.

Spending his time as a hermit, Gabriel refined and honed his survival skills. From his time hunting he already knew basic tracking, trapping, skinning and other basic traits but through time he used these skills to his advantage. He was now able to track down and find just about anything. He also worked on being as quiet as possible, being able to sneak up on a deer being less than five feet away, enough to be able to reach the animal.. Lupus was quite the force to be reckoned with.

After about four months in the forest a small convoy of soldiers caught Lupus’ eye. They were on their way to a legion outpost to deliver supplies consisting of weapons, food, and clothing by command of the newly crowned Emperor Marius. Leaving his pet wolf behind, Lupus made sure not to be detected and managed to get near a messenger talking to a legionnaire. He caught only a glimpse of their conversation before they parted their separate ways but in that short time Lupus discovered something horrifying, Marius was planning on killing Lupus’ family.

In retaliation Lupus waited until the night when all of the soldiers were sleeping and snuck into the encampment. Checking the three caravans for anything important, he found two finely crafted short swords within the second caravan. He had seen these swords before; these swords belonged to his family. The swords were little over a foot and a half long and were engraved with the words “Vitam Familiae in Duritia Difficillimis Exitum Vincit” meaning “With the Strength of Family, You Can Overcome Life's Toughest Trials”. Niccolo and Gabriel were given the swords by their parents but in such a rush Gabriel never took his with him.  This meant that they had taken his brother. Gabriel took the swords and mounted them both to his waist, one on each side.

Searching the last caravan Lupus had found his brother. Niccolo was tied up and blind folded. Lupus cut the bindings with one of swords and removed his brother’s blindfold.  Not seeing his brother in months and assuming the worse, Niccolo was speechless. Lupus was in amazement and his eyes began to tear up at the sight of his brother. He then grabbed his brother and set the caravans alight. Hearing the fire the men stared to wake up.  A recruit had caught Lupus and Niccolo trying to escape and warned the others.

All of the men had now been awoken by the shouting. One of these men fired an arrow at the two escapees. The arrow pierced through Niccolo’s lung. He dropped to the ground instantly, choking on his own blood. Lupus turned to see his brother lying on the ground dying. With his last breath Niccolo told Lupus to find Marius and when he does to cut off his head. Lupus fell into shock and grabbed his brother’s body and took off into the night.

After fleeing the area and losing the men Lupus put Niccolo’s body down and gave him a proper burial. He was infuriated but he had to tell his parents of what had happened.  Lupus made the five day journey back to Scitila. After arriving at his home, he had found that it was burnt down with his parents’ remains inside. Lupus had broken into tears and let out a loud yell.

Everyone Lupus had loved was now dead and it was Marius’ fault. Lupus returned to the woods planning to exact his revenge and to this day he waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. On the day Lupus finally decided to take his revenge he came across a parade of over two hundred Legion soldiers, Marius the head of the march. Without a plan or strategy Lupus jumped right out into the middle of the soldiers. One by one the soldiers fell only with Lupus' anger at Marius rising. By the time the two enemies made it to each other Lupus had pierced Marius' heart with his brother's blade, sending his nemesis into the depths of the underworld. 

Having his time occupied by slaying Marius, Lupus was overwhelmed by the rest of the soldiers. Lupus fought to the death, as he had been trained, taking hit after hit until he slowly let out his finally breath. Lupus vengeance and hatred ultimately led to his downfall, although he had completed his goal he died trying.

Ticking Time Bomb

Lark Sanders was always fearless. At age twelve he started skydiving. His father was a pilot at a skydiving company. It was actually illegal to skydive at twelve, but it didn't stop him from learning. He had always been an adrenaline junkie.

Lark, now twenty-six, had been flying planes for the government for a few years now. He loved his job and was very passionate about it. He loved to travel and fly planes. Today he was taking the president of the United States to Russia.

“About ten minutes until landing, Mr. President.” Lark said, his deep voice over the intercom. Landing was the hard part when visiting foreign countries. He was never sure of how their landing zones would be. The landing was surprisingly smooth and all went well.

Lark never knew what the president was doing in all of these countries, but he didn't bother to ask. Lark mostly kept to himself. He had always lived his life by two different phrases, “Ignorance is bliss,” and “Live free or die hard.” Lark did what he normally did when visiting other countries, he walked around and then went to a local bar.

Moscow was a beautiful city, and the architecture was stunning. He was happy he was here for two days. He could drink tonight, and sleep the day away tomorrow. He never drank to the point where he got completely trashed. There was no thrill in that for him after his twenty-first birthday. It took a lot of alcohol for him because he was such a big guy. He was about six foot four and was all muscle. He was always sober for twenty-four hours before he flew. His dad always told him that rule and Lark always followed it. It was one thing to be fearless, another to be stupid.

The days came and went and eventually it was time to get back to his plane. Lark was set to leave at seven in the morning and he waited on the plan for the president to enter. The president never talked to Lark when he got on the plane. He would either punch in a code that he was ready for take off or would talk over the intercom.

“All set, Lark.” The president’s voice came over the intercom. His voice sounded strange,  but Lark figured he had been either in a yelling fight with Russia’s president and his throat was bothering him.

“Take off in two minutes, Mr. President.” Take off was Lark’s specialty. He could get a plane into the air smoother than any pilot the government had ever had according to the reviews his superiors told him he received.

Take off was easy, as usual. It was great flying weather. They had been in the air for about three hours and Lark needed a coffee. He never had a co captain because the president actually preferred not to, which Lark found strange. He turned on autopilot and left the pit. He walked to the back of the plane where the bathroom and kitchenette was. He noticed he hadn’t seen the president at all. Lark heard a rustling noise on the other side of the door leading to a small conference room.  He heard deep Russian voices and the president. Lark pushed the door open and three Russian men, two carrying guns were on the other side. The president was tied up to a chair, looking terrified, but unable to speak.

Before the men had time to respond, Lark had broken the glass on an emergency gun and shot the men with guns dead and pointed the gun at the other man.

“Kill me.” He said, his voice thick with a Russian accent. “It does not matter. The plane is a ticking time bomb.” Those were his last words as Lark shot him dead.

Lark rushed over and untied the president. “Where are the bombs?” He asked fervently.

“They’re set to go off when we land. It’s inevitable.”

“Mr. President, we need to get you off this plane. I’m going to fly us over a safe area in England where you can take the parachute and land alone on the ground. It’s not hard, I’ll show you how to do that later. Call the Royal Family and let them know you’re paying a visit. Give them approximately the coordinates you’ll be landing”

“What about the you and the bombs?”

“Don’t worry about it. I've got a plan. Call back home and let them know you’ll be jumping in about a half an hour.”

Once Lark knew the area he lowered the plane as low as he could and suited the president up. With a goodbye handshake Lark told the president to jump and the president was gone. Lark watched the black parachute float to the ground. He returned to the pit and managed to turn the plane around towards Russia. He called his father from the air and left him a voice mail. He said he would see him again someday and that he loved him and hung up. He was over the mountains of Russia, where no one lived. That is where where he landed the plane. The explosions started in the back and got closer and closer to the pit, each going off like a firework finale. The final explosion occurred and there was no longer a Lark Sanders.

Keep Going

The coal dust swirls through the air in almost that of a rhythmic pattern, shovel full by shovel full the black stones go into the fire, are they screaming? I am deaf to all but the timed grating, a constant in the black whirlwind surrounding me. Has it been hours, days? Have I been here only a minute? Or perhaps I've never lived outside of here, I can remember nothing of another world, though I know light. Where have I seen light? Not the light of fire, true light, I have at least seen it if not felt it. The grating is getting louder, longer, its echoing now, sounds turned to an invisible force, a force that defies these blank walls and this black emptiness. Louder, constantly louder as the walls reflect my defiance, using my own power against me. Originally a single familiar sound, they are now something of a whirling torment, circling faster, louder, until my head is near rupturing...

Just like that, I snapped back, the shift was over. I stumbled, where was I again? The boilers, yes, the boilers, day in and day out it was the boilers. No reason to stay a second longer, I opened the hatch and stepped out into the bright electrical light, as did many others. Single file, all of us coal stained and in general the same. From above I wouldn't be able to tell myself from another. Walk for a while, stop, walk for a while, stop, on and on until it was my turn to step into the elevator. Up it went, 2000km to 1200km, in about 3 minutes. A little slow today I suppose, it was overdue for inspection. Then were the several stops at each block, P, O, N... Finally, class H. The doors opened up as Dryl, Con and I separated ourselves from the crowd, walking into the large section hall. Nothing beat the cold gun steel blue of good old class H. We walked silently down corridor 5, energy generation. Into another elevator and up to floor 7 for coal operators. We passed Wes on our way, odd that he's running late. That was the third time this month. One more and its termination, but if he's negligent enough to have run late again then what's the point to keeping him around?

There it was, family ID 57. A quick swipe of my hand and the chip reader happily chimed and opened up. Pik was at the table, as usually, crayon in hand etching away another surface dream. I try to tell her to stop fantasizing about the surface, there's really no point. Everyone knows there's no way up, and that even if there was no a Stem could never set foot on Flower's land. She didn't say anything, didn't look up, so I didn't say anything either, straight to the shower to get the black coating off. I stopped in the bathroom for a moment and examined the mirror: The dust made my hair black, like one of those smug flowers staring back at me. A quick rustle of my hair changed that, turning it back to its fine silver color with red eyes that portrayed an unlucky hand. "You had an equal shot!" They told us in the institutions, but that doesn't help much when we're down here and they Flowers are up on top reaping the rewards, when your parents are gone and you tell your sister "It was bad luck"... Lasarous smiles upon them, and we are left with a molten core of smoke and fire, working to make their lives easier. All of us Stems bore the same silver hair and red eyes, and although it was monotonous, I still wore it as a symbol of pride that set me apart from those surface dwellers.

These thoughts raced in my mind, hating and spiting as I was in the shower, as I ate, went to bed, repeated the days. Shortly after though, my spite was replaced with doubt. Could the surface truly be so lovely, and if so, could a Stem enjoy the world of a Flower? Pik continued her drawings after institution hours, and they plagued my dreams. She didn't spite them, only me for denying her dreams of the surface. I had a plan. All edible fungus that goes to the surface is grown underground. I'd already coordinated with the exporters. Pik would see the light of day. The day of we went to the depot where the crates were packed. No guards saw us sneak in, an escape hadn't been planned in decades so security was scarce. I set her inside, said my goodbyes and closed the lid before destroying the vacuum seal on the box with a hammer so that she'd be able to breathe. The guards came, I expected that, and knew what would happen full well. As the nightsticks came down, I remembered my final words to her: No matter what, until you reach the surface, keep going.

Love and Lose

Reid sat thinking about the phone calls he'd received from her. He never met Maeve before and yet he knew loved her. His love for her wasn't just apparent to him, but to the rest of the team as well. Morgan could tell just from the way Reid walked around with his head in the clouds that something was different.

“What’s with you, pretty boy?” Morgan asked breaking Reid away from his reverie.

“What do you mean what’s with me?” Reid answered clearly annoyed that he’d been broken from his thoughts.

“You walk around with your head in the clouds, and during cases your thoughts aren’t as clear as they were before. Spencer is there something bothering you?”

“No, well not really.” Spencer said with a dorky smile coming across his face.

“Ooohh, so what’s her name?” Derek knew his friend all too well.

“Maeve…” Reid trailed.

“And.. so when do I get to meet this Maeve?”

Just as Morgan asked, Reid’s phone went off and a look of panic took over his face. “Sooner than you might think.”

“Wait was that her? What happened?”

“Yes it was and she thinks her stalker is back.”

“So we’re FBI why are you so scared?”

“She’s never called me on my cellphone before. Something is majorly wrong!”

After telling Hotch, the team triangulated the signal from the phone Maeve had texted Reid from and they were off. As they drove Reid tried to fight the thoughts of Maeve hurt or worse.. The thought brought stinging tears to Reid’s eyes.

“She’ll be fine Reid.” Morgan tried to sooth Reid but it only made matters worse. Their surroundings didn’t help matters either. The abandoned buildings they pulled up to struck fear into Reid’s heart.

Reid exited the Suburban and almost instantly he received another text telling him to enter the building alone.  Reid entered the dark and decaying building and made it up the stairs. From the stairs he found Maeve bound in a room not too far from the stairs. When Reid entered the room he found a woman holding a gun to the back of Maeve’s head.

“Do you remember me Dr. Reid?” She asked as if he should respond yes.

“No, Should I?”

“Yes!!” She answered outraged. “You read my PHD paper and told me my theories were 

wrong.” She said bitterly. “Now do you remember?”

“No, I still don’t know….” Were the last things he muttered as she turned the gun towards him and pulled the trigger.

Maeve bolted  towards him and whispered “I love you, Reid” as the woman shot Maeve. A tear rolled down his cheek as he took his last breath.

Syvaris the King

                Syvaris is a wood elf destined to be a great king, but for a very short period of time.  At the time of his birth his father Sivr had been king for over 20 years, he was a corrupt and evil king.  Syvaris at a young age was showing exponential strength and wisdom.  His father saw that as a threat and ordered his execution.  On the night of the punishment to take place Syvaris’s mother gave him to a merchant to look after Syvaris.

                As Syvaris was training to be a merchant throughout most of his teens by the time he was 18, the merchant that was training him decided it was time to give him his destiny.  The Merchant said “I have visited an elder, whom knows your path, you have a choice.  You can stay with me and continue your travels, live a long life, and be wealthy.  Or you can return to your forest and challenge your father, save your mother and live a short life.”  Syvaris chooses to save his mother and forest.  All wood elves are masters of archery; they are the marksman of the world.

                First Syvaris needed to obtain a bow, not just any bow, the bow of the Fierce Deity, it can impail any elf armor and only a true marksman can master it.  The only problem is this bow is kept in the tree in which Sivr lives.  This means that Syvaris must sneak in obtain the bow and slay his father, which is easier said than done.

                Being a merchant Syvaris knew all of the routes.  He quickly found the tree in which his parents lived in, and made his way to the trophy room.  Once he identified  which bow was the one he was looking for the guards came from the shadows, and told him that they were sick of how corrupt Sivr is and gave them their blessing with the bow.

                Now that Syvaris was equipped with the finest bow, it was time to challenge his father.  But the problem was Syvaris is always too trusting.  The guards then attack him from behind, and get poisoned.  He knew he must kill the king before the poison had gotten to vital organs.  He went to the throne room where Sivr had been waiting.  Syvaris fired an arrow and wounded Sivr with a shot right to the knee.  As he was down his father apologized and Syvaris was done trusting, he killed Syvaris there on the spot.  As the heir to the throne Syvaris took the crown, sat on the throne and awaited for the poison to finish him.

Lost and Curious.

Eden stops near a twisted tree with snakey vines hanging from it. She’s out of breath and about 4 miles into the brush. Hanging onto a vine, praying it isn't really a snake, she rubs her sore feet. It would have been worse if she tried running in the heels, but the jungle floor still hurt her feet. After rubbing some pain out, she straightens up quickly at a sudden noise behind her. It sounds like a howling noise, a very loud, mechanical, killing wolf. She jumps back as the trees around her also appear to jump right out of the ground. Something pulled them up and it’s angry.

Turning in a full circle, she has no idea which way to turn. Eden’s too far into the jungle to see the smoke of the plane and it’s too dense and dark to even try peeking through the trees. She pauses in her search of where to go when she feels a gust of air blowing on the back of her neck. Terrified to turn around, but too curious to not, she pivots on her heels towards what’s behind her.

A cloud of black smoke floats in front of her face. It’s about six feet off the ground and seems to be an endless black hole of despair, because as she looks into the heart of it, it shows her all the evil things she has done, all of her memories. One memory the smoke monster likes the most, and Eden is swept into the past by its choice.

“Eden, stop!” Her little sister shrieks as Eden slowly makes her way up to the house. She pauses where the path to the door starts, and admires the vines creeping their way up the sides of the acclaimed haunted house.

“ I’ll be fine, I’m just curious what’s making that noise and I want to find out,” she replies calmly.

“Eden, you’re curiosity will kill you one day- remember ‘curiosity killed the cat?’ Anyway, it just sounds like some mutt stuck in there.”

“ The thing is I’m not a cat! I’ll be fine, go home.”

Eden continues her way up the walk path and gets to the wooden door. She pulls at her auburn braid pulled off to the side, a bad habit she got into when she was nervous. She knocks, and the door swings open with the force of her hand. Eden takes a tentative step forward and whispers: “ Hello? Anyone there?”

She jumps as a whoosh of air slams the door shut behind her. Looking up at the ceiling, she hears a creaking noise on the floor above her.Eden takes the winding stairs towards her right up to the second floor. With every step she takes the stairs sound like they would fall apart under feet, sending her crashing to the ground below. She takes a deep breath and makes it to the landing of the second floor. Looking up again with her bright blue eyes, she hears more noises.

‘... Must be in the attic...” She thinks to herself, too scared to speak out loud.

Eden finds the hidden attic loft near the end of the pealing wallpapered hallway and pulls the stairs down. She gradually makes her way up, holding her breath at what she may find. She twists her head left and right, trying to hear the noise that terrifies her at night, both in her dreams and when she wakes up from them. Having this house next door has scared her all her life and no one in her family has ever understood why. Her parents can never understand why her dreams make her wake up screaming and soaked through the sheets; for years they've tried getting her help, sending her to psychologists and doctors. None of it ever helped, and she hopes that when she goes into the old attic, she’ll find and end the cause of her poor sleep.

She hears a creak in the far corner near an old mannequin. Tip-toeing her way there, she lets out a breath of air. It IS only a puppy, a little shepherd with its paw stuck in the floor where it had caved in once. It looks up at her with the puppy eyes no human with a heart can ever turn down.      
Eden bends down to pick the poor thing up when she feels a breath of air against the back of her neck and hears the noise from her nightmares. The puppy didn't make that noise, it only creates a small whimper. This noise is a scary, malfunctioning computer-thing, with whispers and painful screams encircling it. Whirling around, she sees black smoke hanging six feet off the floor. Paralyzed with fear with the puppy in her arms, she lets the shepherd claw its way out of her arms and to the floor, running down the stairs and out of the house. The smoke almost inhales her, but before it can she dodges the monster and runs down the stairs, not stopping until she’s at the sidewalk in front of the house.

The smoke seems satisfied  with this memory and sends her an image to her mind of a smile. Not a regular smile, a more sinister one, like a Disney villain would create. The monster then sends an image of it inhaling her this time and a wagging finger- it’s scolding Eden for being so curious to turn around. Eden figures that if she hadn't, she might still have a chance at staying alive.

The smoke monster emits its horrifying noise and sucks Eden into its vortex of endless despair and pain.

Creative Writing Blog 1- Tragedy

For this blog assignment, you will refer to Oedipus and the tragic character of your choice and create your own tragic hero. Considering the qualities of tragedy we have covered in class, write a short tragic story of between 400-600 words. Remember to give your character a tragic flaw, and follow the plot structure of a tragedy as discussed in the notes with Oedipus Rex. Although I want you to have fun with this, make sure your story has a serious tone.

Be sure to post your story as a New Post and not as a Comment. Be creative! Enjoy.

Posts are due Monday, 1/27.