Week 2 Writing Homework
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Writing Homework
You are a young scribe in mediaeval England who discovers an ancient tome that allows you
to manipulate the kingdom’s economy through the power of verse. Write a story about your
attempts to save the realm from financial ruin while navigating court intrigue and magical
economic forces. 500 Words
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Arthur’s slender, golden quill, still stained with royal purple ink, rolled to the crimson carpet from his yellowed scroll. He jolted awake, hurri “Ack!” he yelped, and hurriedly picked it up to avoid tarnishing the carpet. There was no use. A dark stain blossomed on the soft fabric. He placed the pen gently back onto the curling edges of the frayed parchment, for any excess pressure and the ink valve would burst, giving him something worse than a beating to worry about. His head whipped around to face the leather-bound tome he was watching, examining its golden edges, the ancient runes surrounding it. His brow furrowed as the air… shifted. Arthur felt a chill go down his spine, droplets of sweat that stuck to his robes. He shifted uncomfortable on the mahogany bench, his fingers tightening on his quill involuntarily. An eerie whisper crawled its way into his mind, hissing to look at the book. Look at the book, it whispered. Look. LOOK!
Arthur’s head snapped to the tome. He immediately scrambled back, his breath clogging up in his throat. The ancient runes, once dull, pulsed with seething magic, demanding to be set free, to unleash its hungry power to the world. Serpentine tendrils of shadow writhed as they touched the air, then found their way to Arthur’s chalk-white face. He froze as the temperature dropped and his breath misted the air. He gulped, and inhaled for breath that did not come Gagging, he crawled to the window, but the latches had frozen over. Icy fingers squeezed his lungs until no breath could come in. Flashing light filled his mind. A dark room. Blood. He scrambled for something, anything, to smash the book into nothingness before he could die. 12 was too young! The tendrils filled his mouth, and… he could breathe again. He glanced at the book. It was just a boring old book.
Not really.
A figure materialised out of thin air. Lady Atheria stood before him. Not the once slender – featured, kind woman, but the entity of shadow and darkness. Her face was sharp angles, and sallow, paper-thin skin covered her cheeks. Her lips were dry and chapped, white and ghostly and her eyes… Pools of empty black that drew him in. Arthur felt himself falling, his breath left his lungs and he stopped living. The haunted woman chuckled. Her robes were black and purple shadows, adorned with the tortured souls of the dead, and her cloak was midnight blue, fluid and rippling like a pool. Atheria chuckled. “You might be wondering why I’ve killed you. I can’t talk to the living. A part of my curse.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “I see you’ve found my brother’s tome.” She rasped, in a voice that was neither human nor animal. “Be careful with it. You will not last long. I am destined to take it, to destroy the world and rule it!” Her eyes blazed with the power of a thousand suns and Arthur felt himself blacking out.
He was writing in the library, a day later. Deciding not to mention his episode, he’d saved unnecessary trouble. “The laws of this… kingdom… will be decided… along with…” As his quill scratched at the parchment, he muttered the words. “We will… also… need to discuss…. Supply and demand!” with a flourish, he signed and closed the scroll. Out of the corner of his eye, the tome was glowing. “Not again,” he muttered, hurrying to the door. Instead, due to his clumsiness, he smacked into the window… and gaped at the event happening outside. Arthur couldn’t believe his eyes. By the very second, goods and products were disappearing and reappearing! Bolts of magic flew from the leather-bound book, and it then comfortably settled in his lap. More. The voice urged, and the book smacked him. “OW! What was that for??” He yelled, but the voice was impatient. More! I need more! Now! We must!
Arthur grimaced in fear. “What have I done?”
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Wulfric’s quill set clattered onto the ground staining the expensive oak flooring, but it was as if nobody cared. The seemingly blank book rose into the air as golden letters created words and charts in a serpentine manner
The book seemed to be burbling with the lifeblood of the kingdom itself.
As he whispered the words wanted action, he saw a merchant’s cart fill with different minerals and a knight’s house turn into a little straw house. He stood there bewildered understanding that with great power, comes great responsibility. As another fisherman’s catches became 24 carat gold. The book suddenly started to shake begging for more incantations.
“Looks like you’ve found the great Issac Smith’s economy book,”said Obliskrov the librarian.
The witchlike manner Obliskrov spoke gave Wulfrick the creeps. As he walked away, the librarian just store at him.
He decided to hide the book from his mum as he walked into the house. A plan slowly started to form in his mind.
“Take all riches and give them to the poor,” Wulfric whispered as he watched the entire kingdom not move.
Did he do something wrong? Then it came to him, there was a passcode. Then, he tried again by whispering Wanted action as the kingdom slowly turned into nothing, but he suddenly knew something. The kingdom was now in an economic crisis.
He was in a bad position right now, so he tossed the book into the fireplace as it burned, he wanted to know how to fix this. His orginal plan was to rebel, but he wasn’t thinking about what would happen after. He watched the markets as their prices skyrocketed down. He quickly re-wrote the prices to normal as they just went down hoping it would fix it, but he cheapened the building supplies so the kingdom could rebuild. After a few years later, he quickly changed the building prices after the kingdom was rebuilt and nobody noticed.
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drwabbas (1)
Wulfric`s intricate quill clattered to the ground, unleashing an array of vibrant colours onto the velvet carpet, permanently tarnishing it. What was once a plain, ordinary book, rose into the air – enchanted with a golden aura. Golden letters pranced around in a ritual-like pattern. The book seemed to dance with the very lifeblood of the kingdom itself, hungry for more economic invocations
As Wulfric glanced outside, to his horror, prices soared while goods lowered. A butcher’s beef evaporated as another`s transformed into a bag of goods and coins. The kingdom was in a state of unrest. Suddenly, Wuflric`s body, as if taken over by a supernatural force, started uncontrollably shaking as he began to recite an ancient passage: `Let those who are challenged and those who are rich, switch in the manner of supply and demand!` Without warning, beggars gained carts full of jewelry and luscious robes, whilst the rich were stripped of their dignity covered in pungent rags and a tin can. Wulfric quivered with trepidation and excitement but was briefly interrupted as the mahogany door crept open.
He swiveled around to be met with the infamous Lady Aremendatz. Her eyes gleamed with malicious intent, her signature bloodshot robes tainted with fear and fractured dreams. Her sinister smile, a harbinger of dread, sent frigid waves of trepidation as large as a tsunami coursing through his veins. It was as if freezing icicles had dug into his heart. `I see that you have found Sir Albert Tredgor`s economic book, yes?` All Wulfric could do was hurriedly nod in fear. `Expectable, you are not one of great socioeconomic status yourself. May as well hand it to me.` She chuckled, her voice majestic, yet it sent convulsions down Wulfric`s spine. As she kept on shouting insults and mocking Wuflric, he felt the ice in his heart melt, replacing it with simmering, hot anger. `Surprising how such a weak little-` Wulfric lunged at her, her sable eyes in a state of confusion but also paradoxically, expectation. Only now did Wulfric notice her true form. Withered screams echoed lightly around her, her piercing eyes and her snake-like hair. As Wulfric latched onto her, he could feel the souls of innocent children, their consternation, their suffering, but this traumatizing feeling was short-lived as Lady Aremendatz effortlessly tossed him aside. But he refused to give up, he couldn’t let her get to the book.
`Well this is getting interesting,` she laughed.
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Benjamin Yang (1)
Week 2 writing
You are a young scribe in medieval England who discovers an ancient tome that allows you to manipulate the kingdom’s economy through the power of verse. Write a story about your attempts to save the realm from financial ruin while navigating court intrigue and magical economic forces. 500 Words
Wulfric’s slender quill cluttered to the ground, as the tome gleamed like the bright sunshine. Golden letters danced across the frayed parchment, forming intricate, convoluted graphs filled with data from charts that seemed to be bubbling like a magical potion with the lifeblood of the kingdom’s exchequer.
As Wulfric whispered the words he wanted, he saw that nearby there was a merchant’s cart fill with mountains of gold. Inside the library, the librarian stood up and peered out the window of the library. Wulfric stared in astonishment as a golden money goose suddenly appeared in front of him. It seemed like it wanted Wulfric to bring it home. The book lay in Wulfric’s hands, and he suddenly broke into a quick run.
As Wulfric neared home, he fled into the back door. As he did, his clumsiness reappeared and he banged his head loudly on the wooden oak door. He howled in agony. After a few minutes, after Wulfric had continued his journey into his bedroom, his mother came to inspect the back door. Wulfric’s mother knew it was Wulfric as she knew how her son never looked where he was going.
Wulfric was in his room, studying the thick book. Its layers of brown paper which were stained with breakfast tea released an odour, so unpleasant that he covered his nose up. The wrinkled pages glowed again with enthusiasm as Wulfric once flicked through its musty surface.
The next day, Wulfric woke up to find a stash of money on his desk. He sat up with a start, wondering who had given him a pile of money. He shook the thought out of his head as his mother sent him to the shops to buy milk and a loaf of bread. When he reached the shops, Wulfric noticed that the prices had increased by huge values- $5!!
Wulfric was in shock when he noticed what he had done- he caused an economy crisis. He suddenly started apologising to the grocery shop owner and the customers around him. He borrowed a marker and changed the price to the original price. Wulfric explained to the shopkeeper about the situation and apologised to him for any inconvenience. Then, Wulfric purchased his items and ran home.
When Wulfric got home, he hid himself in his bedroom and would not come out unless he needed the lavatory. After a few days after Wulfric had understood the situation, he went onto the streets, apologising to every store as he went. Wulfric didn’t care what people gossiped about him, and he was exhausted at the end of the day.
Years later, Wulfric was still considered as the culprit of the situation as he was, but people rarely mentioned it as Wulfric had changed. He was a handsome young teenager who had focused in his studies than ruining people’s lives. Even though the economy crisis was still raging, and poverty was increasing and decreasing at the same time, Wulfric had been forgiven of his meddlesome story from his childhood.
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Han Mu
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As Williams pure white quill, dipped in jet black ink, clattered onto the royal carpet, somehow removed from its place on the yellowed scroll, weighed down by rocks, as if he had flooded the carpet with ink.
While William was fretting over the stain, he was distracted by the sound of a dropping tome. William thoroughly
glanced across the bookshelf, creeping towards the source of the sound.
By the time he reached the point where the book had fell, he noticed a bone-chilling breeze on his already frosty face.
Something strange had happened, William could feel it in his body, as he meticulously picked up the ancient tome and placed it on the charred wooden table.
As William opened the tome, shimmering letters in Latin darted across the page reconnecting the faded letters with new glimmering cursive writing.
William whispered the words from the book, as if he was brain-washed by it.
“Every stock has a rise and a crash. Every dive has a splash and every risk you take will leave you wealthy or will make you suffer its cruelty.”
As the very last word came out of Williams mouth, there was a crash outside. One farmers horse drawn cart was overflowing with riches, while some others ceased to exist.
“What have you got there, young man?” said Morganne, the librarian.
Williams body stiffened with fright as he heard the woman’s voice echo off the walls.
“I have asked once so I will not ask again”
“Uh…uuuuh…um” William turned around and placed the book in Morgannes hands.
“Ah, the book of Ending and Beginning” She said, with a suspicious tone.
. . .
The next day, William went to the market square only to find every store cleared out. He asked one of the store owners why this had happened.
His reply came: “Oh y’know, that stupid ol’ witch has us all in pain, mate, I’m not even kidding!”
“What stupid old witch?”
“Ah the one that’ll always make us pay our taxes and all that kinda stuff.”
William was puzzled. Could it be the dark magic he had performed a day ago, or was this just a coincidence?
When William returned home, he felt a presence in his bedroom. He carefully crept across the room trying to find the unknown entity that he felt in his room.
That night, thunder clashed and lightning flashed. Suddenly, a dark entity appeared in Williams bedroom.
He screamed. As loud as he could, but the ‘thing’ would not budge. Then, the entity took off its hood to reveal… Morgannes papery face.
William was petrified in fright as Morganne spoke.
“Where is the book? WHERE?!”
Williams reply was: “I.. I have no idea where.!”
“Hmm” Morganne thought.
In reality, William had already burnt the tome, in case the ‘ol’ stupid witch’ was going to know. He knew this was a risky and cowardly move, but he also knew that this was for the good of him and the entire kingdom.
As he told the truth to Morganne, She started to crumble to dust as William mumbled the truth.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
She cried as she turned to dust.
Finally William could go to sleep without being anxious…
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Kyan Zhuan (1)
The Magical Tome
Wulfric’s hands shook as the beautiful golden streaked letters slowly appeared across the page. The words read ‘write all your wishes here and they will become reality’. He wrote,’Give me a lunch with tea, and make it free!’Wulfric walked out of the library and entered the most expensive restaurant. Amazingly, just as he entered a very well dressed man walked over to him. “Welcome”the man said cheerfully,”you just won a free meal of bread, butter and tea!” So Wulfric sat down and ate his meal, it tasted much better than his usual plain potatoes. Wulfric was twelve and worked as a scribe apprentice. The reason he was eating this extravagant meal was because he had found a seemingly magical book. It was called,’The Wealth of Realms’ and it was written by the successful sage Adam Smithe. As Wulfric finished his meal he wondered what he should do next. A smile formed across his face as an idea appeared in his mind.
Wulfric was headed towards the marketplace. It was the perfect area to test out the book’s power. As he arrived in the first markets, he got out the book. Wulfric carefully chose one of the shops and neatly wrote,’may the prices rise and the products entice more eyes’. He felt the power streaming out of the books as his ink brushed the yellowing rough paper pages. Instantly many of the customers turned from the other markets and rushed towards the shop he had chosen. The man inside the diminutive shop was making lots of money, and it seemed that the price tags had increased as well. Then Wulfric heard a shout. One of the gold sellers’ price tags were decreasing, this change left a bar of gold for only one coin. This wasn’t only happening to that shop, many others were also breaking out in yells of frustration. It was then that Wulfric understood the consequences of his actions.
Just then Wulfric spied a tall looming hooded figure approaching him. “This book seems to have great power, I wish to buy it from you”the man’s voice boomed,”I shall offer you twenty gold coins!”Twenty gold coins was a lot of money but he could still get much more if he kept the book. So he shouted,”sorry, but no thanks” and ran away. As he fled Wulfric saw the Bard’s exchange, the place where all the most political people in the world gathered. Now that he had this book, he wondered if he could learn from the people to use the book to its highest potential. So he decided to enter the building of economy.
As soon as Wulfric entered he heard a whirlwind of discussions going on. He went over to some people who were talking about how they reached their level of success in money making. He heard what they were saying but it didn’t really help him much, then he saw a group of people huddled together, each dressed in haunting black cloaks. Wulfric heard the words ‘verse’,’money’ and ’profit’, he instantly knew that this was the group he needed to listen to. As he crept up to them though, his shoes squeaked on the fancy marble floor and the group alertly looked around and saw him. “Were you trying to eavesdrop on us?”one of them asked cautiously. “No not at all, I was just wondering if you could tell me some of the ways that I can make more money.”Wulfric said quickly,“and how do you think that you can make any money at all?”In answer to this question he said,”well, you see I have this book that can do whatever I want by writing verses”. It was only after Wulfric had already said all of this that it crossed his mind that it might be a bad idea to tell them all of this. The group huddled together quickly then one of them excitedly spoke,”do you mind showing us this book of yours?”Now that he had told them about his treasure, he didn’t really have a choice but to show them. So he took out the book and showed them what he had already written. Then as fast as lightning the book was swept out of his hands by the man who had spoken to him. The whole group started running and as they did, a cloak dropped off one of them and revealed their face. Suddenly the police appeared at the door running after them. It was now that Wulfric realised that they were criminals and they now had the power to twist the whole economy.
Wulfric had to get the book back from them or else there would be chaos everywhere. As he ran towards the door, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He looked over and saw a sturdy man standing next to him. “Where are you going?”the policeman asked and Wulfric explained how the criminals had stolen his book from him and how much they would be able to do with it. After hearing all this the policeman agreed to help him in finding the people. They both ran out into the sandy streets and saw a crowd of policemen on their right, in the distance they saw the group of criminals fleeing. As they chased after them, Wulfric tripped on a solid brown thing on the floor. He stopped and picked it up, it was a book and on the cover it said ‘The Wealth of Realms’! The criminals must have accidentally dropped it while trying to escape, everything was looking better. Wulfric showed it to his companion and he nodded in approval. When Wulfric finished dusting the book, he looked back at the criminals and saw that they had been cornered by all the policemen. Now that everything was all right again, Wulfric would have a wealthy future in front of him.
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Wulfric’s golden quill collapsed to the floor, staining the expensive carpet. The ruins etched on the ancient tome before him glowed faintly, casting an eerie light across the chamber. He had found the book in a forgotten corner of the castle’s library, its cover marked with symbols he had never seen before. As the court scribe, Wulfric was well-versed in many languages, but these runes were different. They spoke to him, promising the power to reshape the kingdom’s fortunes.
Desperation had driven Wulfric to open the tome. The kingdom was on the brink of financial ruin, plagued by poor harvests, rising debts, and a dwindling treasury. King Edric, though wise and just, was powerless against the economic forces threatening his realm. Whispers of rebellion had begun to spread, and Wulfric knew that something extraordinary was needed to save the kingdom.
With trembling hands, Wulfric picked up the quill and dipped it in ink. The runes seemed to dance before his eyes, guiding his hand as he began to write. The verse flowed from him as if from a hidden wellspring of knowledge, shaping a spell to bring prosperity to the land.
The first signs of the spell’s power became evident the next morning. The fields, once barren and dry, were now lush and green. Merchants reported unexpected surpluses of gold and silver in their coffers, and the markets bustled with activity. Wulfric watched in awe as the kingdom began to transform. But his newfound power did not go unnoticed.
At court, whispers about the sudden change reached the ears of Lady Colette, a cunning and ambitious noblewoman who had long coveted the throne. She suspected sorcery and set her sights on discovering Wulfric’s secret.
One evening, as Wulfric walked over to the tome, Lady Colette appeared in the doorway of his chamber. “The kingdom’s fortunes have changed quite suddenly, haven’t they, Wulfric?” she said, her voice smooth as silk.
Wulfric’s heart raced. “Indeed, my lady. It is a blessing from the gods.”
“Or perhaps from darker forces,” she countered, stepping closer. “I wonder what secrets this tomb holds.”
Before Wulfric could respond, Colette snatched the book from his desk. Her eyes widened as she scanned the runes, realizing the extent of its power. “With this, I could rule the kingdom,” she whispered.
Wulfric lunged for the book, but Colette was quicker. She began to recite a spell from the tomb, her voice dripping with malice. The castle trembled, and the once-prosperous fields began to wither. Gold turned to worthless stone, and panic spread through the kingdom. Wulfric knew he had to act fast.
Summoning his courage, he tackled Colette, and they struggled for the tomb. In the chaos, Wulfric managed to tear a page from the book. He recited a counter-spell from memory, words he had painstakingly memorized.
A blinding light filled the room, and the tome disintegrated in Colette’s hands. The kingdom stabilized, the fields regaining their bounty, and the gold returned to the coffers. Colette, stripped of her power and fled the castle in disgrace.
Wulfric, though shaken, was hailed as a hero. He vowed never to misuse such power again, understanding the delicate balance between prosperity and ruin. The kingdom thrived, not through magic alone, but through wisdom, unity, and the hard work of its people. Wulfric continued to serve as the scribe, using his knowledge to guide the realm wisely, ensuring that the dark days of financial ruin would never return.
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Ella Yang (1)
Hi, I rewrote the parts I had to improve on. If it’s not a problem, do you mind reading them and giving a 3-4 sentence feedback to them?
1. Wulfric’s golden quill slipped from his grasp, tumbling onto the plush velvet carpet and leaving a dark stain. The ancient tome before him hummed with energy, its etched runes glowing softly and casting an eerie light across the chamber. The stone walls, draped in faded tapestries, flickered with the glow of candlelight.
2. Wulfric’s hands shook as he reached for the tomb, his mind haunted by visions of empty granaries and the hollow-eyed gazes of starving people Even King Edric’s wisdom seemed helpless against the wave of misfortune threatening to overwhelm the realm.
3. With newfound courage, Wulfric lunged at Colette, his hands scrabbling for the tomb. Amidst their fierce tussle, he managed to rip out a single page. His voice quavering, he recited the counter-spell, each syllable burning his throat. As the last word resonated, the page blazed with blinding light, engulfing the chamber in its brilliance.
As I step into the shop, I feel a magical surge fill the air around me. Someone comes up to me with a curious face. “What brings you here,” Asked the mysterious person. “I’m here for some parchment,” I reply. The mysterious person turned around to a cupboard in the back of the room labelled DO NOT OPEN OR ELSE. It gave me the creeps. As he pulled out a book he told me, “Use this book wisely, do not use it for your needs, otherwise you will face punishment, I expect you will do good, also this will be five eels,” When the person handed me the book and after I paid him, I immediately ran out the door and on to the winding road. When I got back home, I flicked through the book to find some blank pages but there were none. I read a few pages and then I read some pages out loud. Suddenly something strange happened. As soon as I read the lines things around you may start to float, high up into the sky, drifting away into the night sky, but you as the reader must keep your balance and rescue your lost things otherwise you may pay the price of losing it all.
Suddenly everything around me started to lift off the ground and floated up to the ceiling. I started to lose grip of the floor and started to drift off as well. I held on tight to the poster on the wall which didn’t hang on that long. As I read the last line of the poem everything dropped to the ground with a bang. Someone came bursting through the door suddenly, it was my best friend, Alice. “Woah what happened in here?”
“You probably won’t believe me, but this book,” I pointed to the book, “Is magic.” Instead of waiting for an answer, I just showed her one of the spells. As the books on the floor, Alice looked mesmerized. That night I pondered about the book, I thought, magic can’t be real, can it? I thought about that question repeatedly. Then I started to write my thoughts into a poem. As I was writing my poem the book started to illuminate with light, I shut the book and the light dimmed but as soon as I opened it up again, it lit up. I tried to ignore it, but I just couldn’t. I opened the book and there was a new poem there and then I realized it was my poem! As I read it aloud the book was making objects appear out of nowhere. Suddenly gold appeared on my table, and I was hungry for more.
Then I remembered what the person in the shop had said, about not using the book for my needs. Suddenly I stopped reading the poem and turned on the TV to calm me down. Then the door started to creak open, and a person appeared at the door. At first, I thought it was Alice, but it wasn’t. It was the person from the shop, “You have passed the test,”
“The test for what,”
“You did not use the book for your own needs, and you have the talent to be the next bearer of the book,” The person said, “You will become the greatest magician any one has ever seen,” Suddenly the book started to illuminate but not with light, but with letters. Gold letters started to appear out of nowhere and started to fall onto the book. Then at the top of the book it said:
Property of Isabel Murphy
The bearer of the golden tome.
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Annabelle Tung
on the rough floor, shifting uncomfortably and holding out a trembling cup, their only possession acquired from the bins, he didn’t manage to weave out of the way of one very sinister woman. She wore a cloak of deep melancholy, her devious eyes devoured by satanic darkness. As she forced out a smile, her stained grimy teeth were revealed, causing Wulfric to recoil.
“Hello,” she spoke in a silent tone, her voice coarse and hoarse. “That’s the little magical poem book you have there, yes? You don’t know it’s powers…it’s best if I handle it, dear. Now don’t make this too hard, just hand it over and no damage will be done…”
All her syllables were slowly spoken, with a hint of menace and devilish intentions. Wilfric would have handed the book to her swiftly and sprinted until he could see not even a speck of her left, but not when he had the book by his side. Rapidly peeking in a verse of the book, he speed read through it with a great desire that it would be effective. “One shall never approach the one in possession of the mighty book. You approach with harmful desires, one verse shall wipe you out for eternity.”
Immediately the woman spun at an alarming rate. So fast Wulfric couldn’t make out her very distinctive face anymore. As her whirling slowed, her life was terminated and she became nothing more than a speck of dust. Wulfric smirked smugly. “No one can mess with me.”
The Powerful Book
Wulfric’s obsidian quill rolled onto the threadbare floor, his eyes widening with sublime astonishment as the spellbinding tome before him began to illuminate with an otherworldly halo pulsing in enthralling riddles, on the precipice of awakening from it’s century long slumber. Shining letters spun across the curled parchment with frayed edges, forming serpentine beams of light, mesmerising Wulfric in the process.
Stepping out of the grandiose of the royal library with the gold trimmed books and costly quartz pillars, vermillion red carpets everywhere you stepped, Wulfric was greeted with the normal English life. Rats and sewers filled most of the cobblestone pathway, ragged old hags running from men on witch hunts while fighting their patchy, long black robes always creating the possibility of tripping, and all the slaves affected by the contagious bubonic plague, caused by the low sanitary conditions that were quite typical in England. He glanced back through the religious stained glass windows of the imperial library, separated from the rest of chaotic England by an elegant drawbridge intricately build by England’s best builders. Class division was very obvious.
The marketplace was a racket of merchants and traders, as well as people attempting to get to the sales they need. Wulfric could feel the trapped book waiting to be aroused, its rhymes used once again. Nothing could ever quieten down this lot of hawkers and hagglers, but as he recited the bedazzling rhyme from the thick book, a hush fell over the crowd. “Allow all prices to shift and change according to demand and supply, values of essentials up and others down.” A palpable tingling shot up his spine, followed by a trembling pang of gnawing suspense. Soon after, price tags began to alter, merchants and consumers shouting with delight and disdain. It was magical.
Right before their eyes, bakers’ loaves of bread dissolved into worthless grains of wheat once again, causing all customers to head over to the rice mans’ sales. Bread became very scarce, only available to those who knew the process of making it. Rice was the newest hit in the marketplace, causing price tags to grow slightly. Not that he thought anyone minded- bread and all the items that had vanished weren’t his favourite sales.
Fame and admiration floated towards him, but so did envy and hatred. Strolling through the streets, dodging scrawny paupers shivering on the rough floor, shifting uncomfortably and holding out a trembling cup, their only possession acquired from the bins, he didn’t manage to weave out of the way of one very sinister woman. She wore a cloak of deep melancholy, her devious eyes devoured by satanic darkness. As she forced out a smile, her stained grimy teeth were revealed, causing Wulfric to recoil.
“Hello,” she spoke in a silent tone, her voice coarse and hoarse. “That’s the little magical poem book you have there, yes? You don’t know it’s powers…it’s best if I handle it, dear. Now don’t make this too hard, just hand it over and no damage will be done…”
All her syllables were slowly spoken, with a hint of menace and devilish intentions. Wilfric would have handed the book to her swiftly and sprinted until he could see not even a speck of her left, but not when he had the book by his side. Rapidly peeking in a verse of the book, he speed read through it with a great desire that it would be effective. “One shall never approach the one in possession of the mighty book. You approach with harmful desires, one verse shall wipe you out for eternity.”
Immediately the woman spun at an alarming rate. So fast Wulfric couldn’t make out her very distinctive face anymore. As her whirling slowed, her life was terminated and she became nothing more than a speck of dust. Wulfric smirked smugly. “No one can mess with me.”
Sorry I posted two comments because the first time, my full writing piece wasn’t there and I had only pasted half of my writing. This is the final one!
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Olivia Chen
The Invisible Hand’s Gambit
Aethelred the Unready sat sternly on his throne, attempting to be ready this time. The royal knights clanked around the throne room, trying to guard it by night. I pushed past them and snuck into the royal library, as countless little pinpricks of stars shone through the glass ceiling, casting long shadows on the wooden floorboards. But what was that? In the corner of my eye, I spied a glowing tome hidden behind the other books, a yellow halo circling over it. I carefully pulled it out of the bookshelf and read the title: The Wealth of Realms.
My eyes threatening to boggle out of my sockets, I flipped the delicate leather cover which was embroidered with gold and gems that glittered in the moonlight. My hand fell slack and the obsidian quill clattered to the ground, seeping ink which was ruining the oak floorboards. Not that it mattered. I told myself that I was only imagining this, and I ought to receive sleep, but no, I was intrigued. The glowing, yellowed pages covered in calligraphy were written in a small and faint font, and I squinted to see the indecipherable handwriting. I tried not another attempt to read the writing as I was already succumbing to sleep and I feared that if I blinked, it would last for the rest of the night.
That morning, I found myself kneeling in a puddle of ink with my face in the magical tome, which still had golden letters dancing around in a halo despite the sunlight. With the morning sun warmly basking my back, I could finally appreciate the magical properties of the luminescent chronicle. The glowing words were prancing around the page, each sentence in the book a financial incantation. Chanting these phrases in the market square, I took in instant, almost magical effect-the financial leper instantaneously obtaining the wealth of the king, and nobles suddenly fumbling in their moneybags only to find fluff.
Soon enough, Sir Keynes arrived in a cloud of dust, his mathematical armour shining in the sun as if it was just polished. He drew his gleaming metallic sword and waved it swiftly, restoring the money to its original owners, settling the commotion. He spoke in the rough and unsettling tone, that I ought to clamber on his horse. I hesitated and streaks of perspiration began to moisten, though I eventually gave in and squished onto the remaining space on his oiled leather saddle. The horse began to trot, with double the load on its back, at a leisurely pace. By the time the horse stopped, our shadows were over thrice our height.
Judging by the majestic face of the front of the building, I concluded that we had arrived at the Royal Mint Building. It was almost night, and guards had begun to work on their night shift. They let us through, almost as if they were expecting us and we stepped inside, walking deeper into the heart of the enormous building. Chills ran down my spine though I was no more than twenty centimetres from Sir Keynes, one of the best knights in the kingdom. Soon enough, we had come to the minting room, and in the middle, there was the Dark Economist himself.
Flipping open the glowing book that was resting in my moist palms and muttered the first incantation in the book. The Dark Economist flinched but had taken no signs of damage. He cackled and revealed is plan for market domination, filling the entire Mint Building with his musty breath. Sir Keynes swung his sword, glinting in the moonlight, at the Dark Economist’s neck, slicing it off. ‘Nooooooooooo!’ howled the economist as he disintegrated into all the money he had manipulated to fall in his evil palms. Before he could regenerate, we sprinted out of the mint and onto Sir Keynes horse. Medieval England had just been saved.
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I am Damon
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Damon
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Damon Yuan (1)
Here is my homework. It is included in this comment.
Economic crisis
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misha-jha
The Astonishing Tome
Wulfric’s slim, glistening silver quill clattered to the onto the cushiony carpet. The night black ink spread across the carpet like a serpent. WHOOSH! The tome in front of him had gleaming golden letters dancing gleefully around the parchment. He stammered backwards frantically, as sweat trickled down his spine. The eerie tome demanded Wulfric to read the words. Wulfric pleaded to leave but the tome did not resist and show mercy. In the end, the unfortunate scribe read out the alluring words. “The wealthy and the poor must transfer into one another “Wulfric whispered, petrified. The whole tome turned back into an idle and casual book. Wulfric swiftly ambled outside of the wretched library. He stood in awe at the sight he witnessed. Everyone in the colossal kingdom had froze.
KABOOM! The world starting running again but the air around him was bizarre. Suddenly, the poor peoples revolting donkeys and clothes turned into a majestic horse. It glimmered in the rays of the sun. Their clothes turned into luxurious coats made of inordinate wool. The rich nobles and royalty had the ragged, torn apart, burnt clothes. Their mesmerizing palace turned into scorched down and tiny houses. Their dazzling turkeys, cabbage, eggs and oat’s value turned into barley and fish. The determined, yet penurious knights armor converted into extensive cloaks with shaggy and snuggly clothes. The nobles had several pieces of rigid and uncomfortable armor get stuck to them like monkeys to bananas. Swords, as sharp as sharks teeth emerged into their hands. Not only this, but the lower expenses grew at the speed of light and higher costs went low sadly. The anxious scribe stood in in distress.
Wulfric rose in the air and vanished. The next second he reappeared as a shiny knight. He knew that this whole situation was havoc. Wulfric knew that since nobody knew what to do in their new roles, we would collapse. We would lose all of our furious wars and the kingdom would not gain knowledge from scribes because the modern scribes would not have enough knowledge. The ne ruler of our crestfallen kingdom would rule in an inaccurate way. This was trepidation. Out of the blood curling tome, the despicable economist appeared. She wanted his kingdom to fail in economy. Wulfric was experienced in economy and remembered his economistic actions. Wulfric knew that by saying the opposite oof what this devious shadow was, then she would get erased from existence. He told her about the time, the rightful king’s speech about how we would distribute our food and money. Wulfric told another economistic action where an intelligent scribe talked about saving up certain essential things for the future.
The helpless villainous economist disappeared in to dust. ARGH! she shrieked. Bit by bit her body turned into millions and millions of pieces of dust. Eventually the tome and the economist demon disintegrated and were an insignificant pile of dirty dust. The economy turned back to usual. The poor’s horses evaporated and they got back their casual ragged clothes. The royalty was restored and the skillful knights got back their enchanting armor and swords. The important balance was revived. The peculiar costs for cheap things degraded until it was the ordinary price. The extremely high prices for everyday items were once again low. Wulfric was a jubilant quokka. He strolled back to the luxurious library to gain more enlightenment about economics.
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Writing homework
Hello, Ting Zhang!
Could you please send another file of your homework? Seems like we cannot read it clearly and can’t open the image. YOu may also paste your writing and reply it to this comment. Thank you
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Wulfric carefully sifted through gold trimmed books holding his quill, damp with ebony black ink under the crook of his arm, as it was a personal request from His Majesty Aethelred the Unready to make a drawing of the Royal Lineage it had to be utmost perfection. Wulfric’s hand felt something bumpy whilst turning over a book called The Arts And Craft Of The Empire, it looked suspiciously looked like a button and that was confirmed when he gave the it a little nudge, he heard the slight sound of contraptions moving, revealing a secret door.
Torches lined the hallways with an unearthly glow, the air was heavy with the musty smell of books, eventually it led to a small library surrounding a book resting on a pedestal made out of gold and jewels, there was no light in the room but the pedestal gleamed with radiance and power. Wulfric cautiously stepped towards the tome, his finger brushed against the ancient book he recoiled as the tome started rising into the air complete with a halo and an angel chorus then it fell back down, but as it did ,it magically started to flip to the first page and it read
𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖆 10𝖒 𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖚𝖘
𝕭𝖞 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊
𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖆 10𝖒 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊
Wulfric was debating when a clock from the main library chimed to half, he froze realising that there’s 15 more minute till its the end of his shift, his curiosity took over “By supply and demand let items now change, from poor to wealthy within a 10 metre range” he intoned, then he made a quick grab and go for the tome and rushed out of the hallway taking care of closing the secret door, Wulfric peered out of a mosaic window to see a baker’s stale loafs of bread turn into delicious sourdough bread pumping out freshly baked smells and a blacksmiths corroded knives turned into obsidian blades while a fisherman’s fish turned into tiny shrimps.
Obviously these things didn’t go unnoticed for long as in Wulfric’s dream he was met by the infamous sorceress and noblewoman Lady Aelfgifu her black robes covered her paper like skin “Well dear you really ought to go to the Royal Mint don’t you ,oh by the way say hi to the Dark Economist, don’t worry he’s not scary at all” she said with a spine-chilling edge, she reached forward with her gnarled hands on to Wulfric’s shoulders “don’t forget about me darling” she added and then in the next blink of an eye she was gone. Wulfric decided to pay the Mint a little visit as he does need to learn some things and it’s the perfect place, as he walked there he still thought of Lady Aelfgifu’s words, he was finally there, Wulfric stared at the imposing building and muttered “its now or never”.
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Yolanda Cao
OOPs, I accidentally put a screenshot
The Tome
Wulfric dropped his pen, staining the gold-lined carpet below a stygian black. It didn’t look like he cared much. The tome before him pulsed, violently, creating a light brown aura around it. Glowing letters slowly formed text that read, ‘thy can control the economy through I, when thy speak in verse.’
He started to speak in verse, instantly prices grew by a bit. Startled, Wulfric stepped back not wanting to cause any more changes to the economy. The book stayed where it was hungry for more. Thinking of his sick mum, his relatives, that he deeply cared about, were about to go bankrupt.
He took a step forward, and started talking in verse again. He chanted the verse in a trance leaving all the food to one vendor who raised his prices sky high. Hungry he ran over to the vendor and asked if there was anything he could buy for five dollars.
“Nope,” the vendor laughed, “ that’s only about a quarter of the price for the cheapest item.”
Wulfric walked away, his face looking like he had just eaten a thousand chilli peppers. Then he ran into a corner, can I undo the spells I made asked Wulfric. Cursive writing appeared in the book, ‘NO!’ it read.
Wulfric soon found himself chanting in verse, trying to undo what he had done. It only grew worse. His stomach rumbled, protesting about the fact that he hadn’t had any food yet, but his brain tried to control the protest, but the brain just couldn’t stop the thoughts of food. His stomach grew impatient forcing Wulfric to run to the man and just did what his instincts told him to. So he took a few nice loaves of bread, didn’t pay and just ran as fast as he could, leaving the shopkeeper in the dust.
Crunch! Wulfric dug into his pieces of bread, finishing each in just a matter of minutes. ‘The sergeants and the bailiff are probably after me, I need a hiding spot, not later, NOW!’ Wulfric thought, as he ran through the street. He knew all the good hiding spots, up on the roof, the secret room in the library and the empty space under one of the stalls. The library is probably the safest, Wulfric thought, so he ran over there. When he got there, he lifted up the carpet and jumped into the room that only he knew about.
Bang! The door smashed open.
“Where would this guy be,” a voice muttered. The sound of footsteps echoed around the room.
“The carpet is soaked and I can tell it’s hollow,” another voice muttered.
“Hello,” a cloaked figure said as they found me, “I see, you have found old man Bryon’s tome. Come with us and bring that old tome with you.” Wulfric walked with them down to an alley. Suddenly a sack came over Wulfric’s head.
“So you were the one causing all the inflation,” someone’s voice said, “You shall pay for what you have done.”
Wulfric was never seen again.
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Ting Zhang (1)
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Wulfric
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Scholarly Writing Homework
Wulfric’s tenuous quill with crumpled edges clattered onto the frayed oak floor. Without noticing, Wulfric continued his work. Suddenly, the alluring tome began to illuminate with an ethereal golden halo that beckoned him to open it. Golden letters elegantly danced across the pages, forming inextricable graphs and charts that yearned to be freed. Wulfric opened the charts, unveiling the wealth of the entire city in a flowing dance of numbers.
After endless hours in his chambers studying the withered and arenaceous tome, Wulfric finally decided to appear at the town hall. He gave a speech consisting of only five words: “Give money to the poor.” As he aimlessly meandered, he saw miraculous things happen: poor fishmongers, once at the mercy of others to buy from them, started attracting the attention of nobles who came to purchase their wares.
As he admired what his book could do, a cold feeling tickled the back of his neck. An evil presence was palpable in the air as a figure dressed in obsidian black robes emerged from the crowd. Her face was veiled, but a lopsided cruel smile revealed her identity—Lady Aelfgifu. She was no longer kind; she looked evil. Wulfric’s brow furrowed in confusion as she approached. She whispered maliciously, “You won’t last long with that book, and I’ll be next to take control.”
Wulfric hurried back to his chambers, contemplating his encounter with Lady Aelfgifu. The thought brought icy beads of sweat to his brow, and revolting images filled his mind. Determined to help the kingdom’s economy, Wulfric continued to recite his ancient passages. While walking towards his mahogany door, the same sense of trepidation and dread from his first encounter with Lady Aelfgifu stopped him dead in his tracks. As he slowly turned, he saw her again, this time an atrocious sight with blood-stained robes depicting death, poverty, and suffering. She snarled at him with saliva dripping from her mouth.
Wulfric had enough of this villainous woman. He lunged at her, but his attempt was in vain as she stepped right past him. She shot into his chambers, demolishing his room in search of the tome. Wulfric raced after her as she found the tome and recited an incantation. Outside, people began packing up their stores and leaving. Wulfric realized she had raised the prices of food to the fullest extent, becoming the dictator of the Kingdom.
Wulfric knew he had to act. In hot pursuit of Lady Aelfgifu, he chased her into the kingdom’s coffers. She greedily stared at all the goods with a devious look in her eyes. She was now a husk of her former kind and caring self. Wulfric had one last chance to stop her.
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Writing Homework
Scholarly Homework W2
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Hi Steve, here is my writing. Thanks! Kobe Chee
Writing – Kobe Chee – Yr5, Wk2
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Wulfric’s acicular, obsidian-black quill with gnarled edges dropped to the Chinkapin oak floor as the tome before him began to illuminate with an ethereal halo. Throughout the parchment, golden letters pranced around, forming serpentine-like graphs and charts; the bubbling essence infused with the very vitality of the realm. The rather ordinary book clasped in his sweaty palms seemed to be urging him to stare at it. Suddenly, the lifeless book shot out of his hands, illuminating gold across the whole library. The book seemed to dance with the urge for more economic demolition.
Choose, the imaginary voice booming from the book, or die. Wulfric’s action’s became all sluggy as he messed around, panicking at the thought of dying. Twelve was definitely too young and he hadn’t even accomplished anything yet. As he whispered the words supply and demand, Wulfric felt an abrupt drop in his surroundings. In his view of the village, he caught peculiar glimpses of food disappearing and reappearing in different areas!
Suddenly, a shadow materialised out of thin air, slithering into the tome. Wulfric shuddered in trepidation as a person with the features of a witch towered over him. Lady Agatha, once a beautiful lady, has been turned into a vacant witch with dark pools surrounding her eyes and her nails grown out, ready to impale any one of her enemies. “So it seems like you have uncovered the grimoire of Sir Draken Lenthen,” she whispered, her voice sending chill’s down Wulfric’s spine as she took a step closer. “You have the fate of the kingdom in your own palms; choose well, young scribe,” she smirked. “So… anything I want?” questioned curious Wulfric, who shuddered at the power of the book. “Yes, young boy, anything within the power of this kingdom,” she chuckled, as if it were an inside adult joke that was hilarious.
Wulfric paused, stuck in his step, as he pondered what he should do. Poor. Rich too much. Share. Balance. Equal community. These words echoed through his head, ringing again and again. Wulfric had an idea. Holding the book up to his face, he cleared his throat, indicating he was about to speak. “I demand for this village to be equal, from rich too poor, and fair no matter what you are; share all the goods equally,” Wulfric gasped his throat, malignantly demanding for air. Again, the temperature immediately dropped as the preternatural book worked it’s magic away. Now the area looked more serene and calm; beggars strolled the streets happily and rich people stopped their addiction to their phones and were negotiating with locals. Wulfric had set it right.
Lady Agatha once again slithered out of the shadows, this time with her face engraved with a serious look of calm. Wulfric wondered if his demand from the book had effected her, as she looked a whole lot more relaxed, as if she wasn’t in constant pain. “Young boy,” her voice filled with soothing love, “you have sent thing rights to this kingdom and… myself,” she said, choking back tears. “Your heart is pure and you have no hate; all the other’s who have stumbled across this occasion have always sided with greed and it didn’t work out well for them,” she yanked her am in the direction of skeleton skulls. “You see, the truth is, the grimoire is not an advantage; not like Aladdin’s lamp, it is a killer ready to oblige anything, even the most evil sinner,” she went on. “That is why I had to deal with the humans cruelly, so the kingdom didn’t end up like a captive zoo, and that turned me into a… serial killer,” she gulped as if the words flew out by accident. “However you put me out of my miser and that’s what counts,” she started staring into Wulfric’s chocolate brown innocent eyes. “I’m thanking you, Wulfric,” she said simply. Wulfric smiled, holding in all the excitement in him that he had saved the sake of this kingdom and made a whole lot of people’s days better, including herself, Lady Agatha. Wulfic had done it. He had saved the kingdom through the power of verse while navigating court intrigue and magical economic forces.
Striking To Dominance
As we wandered around the squalor place, Jack spotted a cupboard to the left of him. We strayed towards it and opened it up, taken aback and left with our mouths agape. I reached out and grabbed what served like a golden staff. “Holy moly, no way!” I exclaimed! A glint of mischievousness rang in my eyes. “Could I possibly control England?” I remarked.
My friend said, “No way!” He snatched the staff and an off into the distance. I ran off with him and tried to fight back for it. “Give it back!” I yelled. He pointed the staff at me. Without knowing, a blast of laser blasted me in the head. Pain shot through my body. So this is what it is like to be suffering. Clutching my head, I ran straight for him. His reaction time was slower than I thought. I managed to get the staff from him. It was his time to suffer now.I summoned a boulder to come crashing down on him. I showed no mercy to him. Now it felt good to have power over someone. A mischievous thought came to mind, what if I could take over the country? What if I could become the next Alexander The Great. Maybe I could. Just maybe.
But I needed someone to work at my will. Maybe bandits and thieves. I think I know what to do now.
I now have a team assembled. I was ready. We started to raid. I took on the rich people, blasting them with my staff. Everyone screamed in terror. They started hiding in their houses and I ran away in fear. We slowly advanced to the Castle.
”Who dares to fight against me!” Shrieked the King.”Charge!” He commanded his army.
A long weary battle took place at the King’s ornamented, now destroyed palace. But eventually, The small group with the staff got out numbered and eventually they had to surrender.
The next day they were sentenced to execution. Everyone glazed at them as they trudged towards the executor and they hung their heads in shame. One by one, their life passed. So much for the next ‘Alexander The Great’!