Stories from an Empty Classroom

Writing Genre

Genre 1: Mystery-

"Well this is unexpected," she said as she blinked at the tablet containing her completed homework. She scrolled through the digital packet, searching for errors. "I mean I know I asked you to do it for me but I didn't think you'd actually do it. It even appears as though I've done it myself." It was true, everything from the wording to the little jokes doodles and notes in the margins. Everything looked like her.

The butler looked at the girl confused, if not a little concerned. "That's because you did do it, mistress. When you asked me to do your work I said no because you wouldn't learn anything from it and I left to go make your cake." He held said cake out in demonstration. "You must have started working on it after I left because you had just put your stylus down when I walked in. My Lady, do you not remember?"

The young lady in question appeared thoughtful for a moment before lying straight through her teeth. "Yes, of course. Sorry, brain fart. I remember now, so all is well, Is that Apple Chai I smell? Pour me a cup would you?" Her butler left soon after that leaving the girl to her thoughts.

She picked up her teacup and walked around her desk to the window across the study. Leaning against the curtain covered frame, sipping her hot beverage, the child countess gazed out across her beautiful lawn. Her beautiful, normal, nothing-out-of-place lawn. The trees dancing to a silent song. The flowers reaching out to their sun god. The staff's children running and playing in the maze. Everything was in its place and there was no need to worry. Except for her memory loss just a moment earlier, and the tree shadows that seemed to be dancing to a different song than their owners. The tree shadows that blinked, smiled, and waved at her. The tree shadows that disappeared into nothingness when she blinked and looked again, replaced by normal-looking shadows that danced with their partners in place. A hallucination, She thought. Haven't had one of those in a while. The girl walked back to her desk chair, empty cup in hand, and sat down. She blinked quickly, attempting to clear her mind. Someone had made her forget, and she would find out who... after a quick nap. She thought as she laid her head on her crossed arms that rested on the desk in front of her. Five minutes... tops.

Genre 2:  Science Fiction (time/dimension travel. bit fanfiction-y but most of these are.) -

"Miss Grell! Madame Grell! Lady Sutcliffe!" The boy called for the reaper as he walked down London's alleyways, luggage occupying his hands and back. There was no response from the aforementioned woman and he was getting impatient, he'd tried all but one method to get her attention. He'd gotten other's attention, sure, but the help he needed could not be given from mere humans. Anyways, the streets were abandoned now so there was no-one around to witness the shame he was about to endure. The boy sighed in disappointment. He didn't want to have to do this, but Miss Sutcliffe had left him no choice. He looked around to make sure nobody was there and leaned up against a wall. He dropped his cases and put on his best girly voice. "No, Sebastian! Don't touch me there! You know I'm ticklish!" She better hear this, damn woman!

Grell had sensed it when he had entered her plane of existence. Her curiosity had been building all day but she had a job to do (nobody wants to deal with overtime) and had to forcibly stop herself from going to investigate. Grell had heard his many attempts to attract her attention. As had many others, including her darling Sebastian who had shuddered when the strange remark reached his ears. It was this strange remark, however, that had sent her over the edge. Who was this boy? And how did he know about Sebas-chan? Grell was standing on the roof of the building this strange boy was leaning against and realised that her shift was over, she had succeeded in avoiding this boy all day, why stop now? He'll be there tomorrow. But as Grell turned around she got a nagging feeling that she intended to ignore until she heard the teen call out to her from below.