This sounds really cool, Nina! I love all the weekly activities you come up with, they're really cool. We'll both join. We might not both write every week, especially in January.  After the ski lodge is over, we'll have more free time and energy and we'll be able to get around to this!

The ground at Hastings was set. The sun was slowly rising up from the edge of the sea. On each side of the field, warriors were preparing for the battle ahead. The clank of weapons and cooking utensils filled the tense air. Women walked with drawn faces and the men were grim, knowing that on this battle hung the fate of the island that would one day become England. Harold II was breathing deeply, trying to calm himself, for he thought he was a King, not a soldier. William of Normandy stalked to and fro in his tent, watching the pale sunlight coming through the red canvas walls, feeling the brush of his sword scabbard against his breeches.

Somewhere outside, there was a bugle blast. A young girl went into William's tent. "Father," she said, "Harold is challenging. It is time."

William smiled at the worried look on his daughter's face. "Child," he said. "Do not weep. This shall be a grand day for Normandy--for us. Whether we win or lose, our feats today will go down in the songs of the bards for immortality. Be brave, my daughter, as I am."

He strode from the tent and his daughter watched him go, pale but heartened. There were great shouts and pounding of hooves, and below everything came the low, nearby rushing of the sea.

The Battle began.

I have no idea if any of this is historically accurate, but it was the first thing that popped into my head. Hope it's all right!

On what day of the week do you post the new theme?

"Good morning!" Vyer heard a robotic voice in his ear.

"Good morning!"

Vyer opened his eyes. His robot, Robbie, stood next to his bed. Vyer's school cloths were neatly laid out on the bed for him, and he smelled breakfast being made downstairs. He jumped out of bed. Robbie immediately remade the bed for him. Then he dresses Vyer, and the both slid down te railing to go get breakfast.

In the kitchen, Vyer was sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee.

"Wher-" Vyer started to say, but just then, his mom's robot whizzed by, handing both him and his robot a bowl of cereal, then hurried back into the kitchen.

"Hurry up, Vyer," his mother said,"You don't want to be late for school."

Vyer gulped down his cereal, grabbed his backpack, and said to Robbie,"While I'm gone, you must wash the dishes, clean my room, vacuum the floors, and organize my closet." And with that, he was out the door.

Robbie immediately set to work, so that by the time Vyer came home from school, the house was ship-shape.

"Great job, ol' Rob,"Vyer said fondly."Now how about I have you do this"--he waved his homework in the air--"While I'm asleep."

"Right-O", and away went Robbie to work, until at last, at one o'clock at night, he was done his work--until tomorrow!

Nina, I don't know if you would count this as future, but it's all that came into my mind, so if you want me to do another one, just let me know--I won't feel offended. I'll have to gat used to being rejected if I'm to become a famous author. Also, for themes, you should have themes relating to the different holidays, ex. Valentine's Day, Christmas, etc. You should also have a theme about the Titanic, about which I am obsessed.

ATTENTION: THIS IS A FANTASY--NOT REAL LIFE. A ROBOT CANNOT REALLY DO YOUR HOMEWORK!!!!! 

I stood outside on the stoop, waiting for the 6:15.  I wanted to pull out my iBook, but had a feeling the train would be here by the time I actually found my story again.

"The 6:15 train to 17 Soyer Avenue," an automated voice said as the little vehicle approached my house.  I stepped on the platform as it slowed down and quickly sped off again.

I ducked inside the car, made to look like a throw-back to a couple hundred years ago.  The fake candles flickered in unison.  There was newsprint scattered on the floor, rotating through the various sections of today's news.  I picked one up that was near my usual seat and swiped my finger over to the front page.

"Winter Techlympics to be held underwater," a headline read. "Ice breakers are being built."

Well that's going to be interesting, getting enough viewing space there. I thought.  Not that many people can actually see what's going on.  The Techlympics were a relatively old event, made for people who could manage to actually invent something within six hours.  They had to build it, more often than not, which was one of the biggest barriers.

A buzzing came from my backpack before I could read much further into the article.  I undid the drawstring and pulled out my iBook.  Karen sent me a message.

Hey Jay!

Time to start training for the Techlympics!  Can you be on the team with me?

Thanx

Karen

I opened up a reply and began typing.

What? I thought people from school were with you.

I sent the message and waited for a reply.  It came three minutes later.

They have their own team.  And they won't let me join.  So unfair, right?  D:

She's gone crazy.  I can't invent anything to save my life, much less competitively build it, even in some silly youth division.  I mean, I had this idea for a word processor in fifth grade that was really awful, but that doesn't mean she can actually go to the Techlympics with a computer program.

Karen sent me another message.

And I have an awesome idea, but I seriously need your help with it.

I replied.

What is it?

Karen takes a couple minutes with this one.

I'll have to tell you in school, but first say you'll be on my team.

I send her a message.

Okay, fine, yes, but I'm not saying I'll be any good.

Karen replies ecstatically.

Yes!!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes!

I rolled my eyes.

You're crazy.

Karen responds.

I know, right? 

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