Rest in Pieces (International Day of Happiness Writing)

The Good Writer had Edward down laying on the ground after a big fight along with his best friend, GODELMO.

With a bloodied face, he failed to lift even his hand up but he was trying desperately to give The Good Writer the middle finger. He growled menacingly despite having a weak voice “You will never always win…” GODELMO kicked Edward straight in the face, causing him to roll a few meters away from the crowd before closing his eyes, lapsing out of consciousness. “That should do it!” GODELMO shouted as he tried dispersing the crowd. Zi Ting and Rebecca came over as well and the three looked up at The Good Writer, who seemed to be in deep thought as he spun his magic pen around with his hand. Something seemed so wrong, Edward surely was not working alone, was he? “We should all go back home to rest first, I’m tired of dealing with these ordeals. GODELMO, Zi Ting and Rebecca nodded in agreement and they walked away, leaving The Good Writer alone with his thoughts. He slowly trudged towards the stage of the hall, full of popped balloons, small pieces of confetti and the remainder of the roof of the hall, there was a big hole and darkness enclosed the surroundings of the hall.

“Swoosh…” The Good Writer turned his head. Emptiness. He could swear there was someone lurking in the shadows.

The Good Writer woke up from his bed, nauseous from the ordeal last night. He walked across his room to the table. He was back in his house in London again. Wait what… The date was the day of the prom. He rubbed his eyes, thinking it was a prank and decided to go get breakfast outside. He started to think about whether Edward died or not. Suddenly, he felt someone tap on his shoulder. It was GODELMO!

The Good Writer: Yo what happened yesterday?

GODELMO: No nothing, have you gotten a date for Valentine’s Day yet?

The Good Writer: Huh? Wasn’t Valentine’s yesterday?

GODELMO: Are you out of your damned mind? It’s today, there’s prom today sirrr…

The whole day went as per normal with the prom, exactly what happened yesterday. Was this some kind of déjà vu?

The ceiling burst open again during the prom. Edward laughed. The Good Writer whipped out his magical pen while GODELMO rushed towards his best friend with his Nemesis Blade already. "Sigh, we have to deal with a party pooper now I guess?" GODELMO joked. "Uhh I guess?" Edward the Eraser flew towards the duo with his eraser. "You know, this is why I hate him so much!" The Good Writer complained. "Well, you should consider yourself lucky that he didn't come for you during the Lunar New Year period..." GODELMO rebutted. "Oh come on, you know what this guy really needs a beating up." The Good Writer glanced at the chair, the table, and lastly at Edward, who was flying towards him. GODELMO signalled for The Good Writer to go for it as he covered his back. The Good Writer nodded and he jumped onto the chair, then the table and pointed the tip of his pen at Edward the Eraser…

The Good Writer had Edward down laying on the ground after a big fight along with his best friend, GODELMO.

With a bloodied face, he failed to lift even his hand up but he was trying desperately to give The Good Writer the middle finger. He growled menacingly despite having a weak voice “You will never always win…” GODELMO kicked Edward straight in the face, causing him to roll a few meters away from the crowd before closing his eyes, lapsing out of consciousness. “That should do it!” GODELMO shouted as he tried dispersing the crowd. Zi Ting and Rebecca came over as well and the three looked up at The Good Writer, who seemed to be in deep thought as he spun his magic pen around with his hand. Something seemed so wrong, Edward surely was not working alone, was he? “We should all go back home to rest first, I’m tired of dealing with these ordeals. GODELMO, Zi Ting and Rebecca nodded in agreement and they walked away, leaving The Good Writer alone with his thoughts. He slowly trudged towards the stage of the hall, full of popped balloons, small pieces of confetti and the remainder of the roof of the hall, there was a big hole and darkness enclosed the surroundings of the hall.

“Swoosh…” The Good Writer turned his head. Emptiness. He could swear there was someone lurking in the shadows.

“AHH!” The Good Writer woke up from his bed. “WHY IS IT STILL 13 FEBRUARY?” The Good Writer got out of his bed, went for breakfast, met GODELMO, talked about prom, went to prom with Zi Ting and defeated Edward the Eraser yet again.

The Good Writer had Edward down laying on the ground after a big fight along with his best friend, GODELMO.

With a bloodied face, he failed to lift even his hand up but he was trying desperately to give The Good Writer the middle finger. He growled menacingly despite having a weak voice “You will never always win…” Just before GODELMO kicked Edward, The Good Writer stopped him. “EDWARD, TELL ME, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” Edward held onto The Good Writer’s arm and cackled “I will never die, muahahahahahaha!” Edward lost consciousness. “Everyone get out of here now!“ The Good Writer demanded. He trudged out of the school hall slowly, as he barely made it to the stairs, he collapsed onto the cold hard floor and his eyes sealed itself shut.

The Good Writer woke up again. The clock showed 13 February 2022. “Sh*t, I hate my life!” He called GODELMO to his home and asked him to buy himself a club sandwich and a cup of Espresso. When GODELMO arrived at The Good Writer’s house, The Good Writer asked GODELMO with obvious annoyance, “Is there prom today?” GODELMO nodded his head. “URGHHH! COME ON!” GODELMO stared at The Good Writer with evident confusion. He put both his hands on GODELMO’s shoulders and said, “Edward the Eraser will be attacking us today, when we are at prom.” “Nahhh, no way he is!” “HE IS!” The Good Writer emphasised. “Well, then why don’t we kill him first?” GODELMO proposed. The Good Writer laughed, GODELMO showed him Edward’s location. “I stuck a tracker on his back some time ago so there he is. The Good Writer’s jaw dropped. “Let’s go then!” Both best friends shouted in unison.

Upon reaching Edward’s base, the duo had a big fight with Edward and The Good Writer kicked Edward in his face, which sent him flying to the wall, which made him instantly unconscious. He was soon dead. “Hi-five!” The Good Writer Hi-fived GODELMO. The Good Writer and GODELMO suddenly felt dizzy, the duo tried to walk out of the base slowly, they collapsed.

The Good Writer woke up with a start, “Dammit!” He immediately sprinted towards his smartphone and called GODELMO to his house. GODELMO, upon knocking entering The Good Writer’s house exclaimed “Why are we back on the same day again?” The Good Writer explained patiently, “Well, I’ve been experiencing this for days, the same day has been repeating again and again for me..” “There’s only one way to find out what is happening…”

“By the power of writing,

may the words penned down,

be genuine a filled with all truths,

through your knowledge and magic,

shall evil vanish from

the surface of this earth,

show me the magic,

may it be for the best.”

The pen floated in the air and the words, written out in a glowing orange colour read “May the villain begone with you, will be a new start. May the villain stay thy vanished under nother entity, will challenge your power through a testament…”

“Oh no…” The Good Writer muttered. “What does that mean?”GODELMO asked. The Good Writer slowly said “Either I die with Edward, or someone else die with him will the day continue, if no sacrifice is given, the day will continue to restart and then as he accumulates more of his power, he will become stronger and will become harder to defeat as the days continue for him.” GODELMO gasped. “Oh come on, there must be another way…”

There was no other way, someone has to sacrifice himself or herself. “Sigh…”

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2020

“AHHH, what the hell!” The Good Writer woke up from his dream. Who the hell is GODELMO and who’s Zi Ting and why is my dream about Valentine’s Day?” The magical golden pen was just on the floor, clearly it was knocked off by The Good Writer when he was sleeping. He picked it up from the floor, unaware of the purple fog floating outside his house. “I really need ze yeeter soon…” The Good Writer mumbled before falling asleep again.

~To be continued~

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Rest in Pieces (International Day of Happiness Writing)

© Da Good Writer (Team Master Writers)

&GODELMO

&Ze Yeeter

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The Good Writer

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