SKIP DOWN FOR THE STORY XD ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, my school (among several others) does this thing called Power of the Pen. Basically, you get a prompt and then you have to write a story based on that prompt in 40 minutes. I'm in sixth grade and my school only does POTP only after you go to seventh grade. My friend is from a different school that also does POTP and she gave me a prompt she was actually judged on in a real competition for practice. This prompt was called 'The Growl'. Enjoy: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Growl It’s almost time, I tell myself. My pack has a ritual for the incoming alphas to show that they are worthy of becoming one. I, Skibidia Sigma, am to go under this ritual tomorrow. This ritual sounds simple, but I swear it isn’t. We have to perform something known as ‘The Growl’. This growl not only determines whether we are worthy of being given the role of Alpha Wolf, but is also our battle cry, our sign of victory, our symbol. This ‘Growl’ itself is not your average growl. It is one you summon from your heart, your mind, your stomach. It has been described by previous Alphas of our pack as something that ‘feels as though you are torturing your diaphragm and vocal cords’ when you’ve done it right for the first time. That was a quote from my father, the previous Alpha, Ohio Sigma. He was revered as one of the best. An amazing fighter. He told me I wouldn’t have to worry about the Alpha ritual so soon because I was so young. It would be his mistake. He died a week ago, the memory still fresh in my brain. He was in battle and we were winning… until it had turned out there was a mole in our pack. We didn’t find out… until the mole had stabbed him in the back. Everyone murmurs about me, about how incompetent I am and how someone else should have this role. I pretend not to hear. It’s easy because of how impassive and unemotional I am. Sure, I could probably summon my ‘Growl’ from my mind and stomach, but from my heart, how? He[ck], I looked to have no reaction when my father died. “Skibidi?” I hear a voice, “Is it hard for you to sleep?” It’s my best friend Mew Rizzful. “Look,” she sits down next to me, “I know you’ll do great at the ceremony tomorrow.” I finally say, “But what if I don’t? Father never gave me instructions on how to do this growl and I’ve had only a week to do it! And what’s even worse, all my attempts have been just that, attempts.” I slink back into my bed. “I-I don’t want to fail all the Sigmas before me…” I start to break down into tears, “I can’t do this…” “Shut up!” Mew slaps me. “You’re the most talented wolf I know! You’re at the top of our class at fighting a-and you have amazing leadership! This stupid ‘Growl’ probably doesn’t even matter! Believe in yourself!” She looks straight at me with a look that freezes me on the spot. “How?” I ask genuinely. “None of the Elders or the Council or anyone does, so how can I!?” “I DO!” She yells. “I believe in you.” We stare at each other in silence. I think I can summon this ‘Growl’ from my heart now. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed!
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