Hey there! This has to be quick cause I’m doing it on my phone right now and I don’t have wifi (yikes!), but I have to get this up tonight, so here we go!
Misty, I included a variation of the word “smile”, saying “smiling” instead 😉 I also included a swan in my story
I Can Fly:
I opened my eyes, surprised to discover that I was no longer in my bed. So where was I exactly?
I stood on a dirt pathway that twisted and turned a corner, leading deeper into the forest I found myself in. Trees stood all around me and the green was unlike any green I had seen on trees before. It seemed so- magical. I looked to my right and noticed a wooden board attached to a tree. In bold, white letters it read:
HERE BE FAERIES
“That’s not how you spell fairies.” I snorted.
“Actually, you are quite wrong.” A young girl’s voice came from above, but I couldn’t see anyone.
“Who’s there?” I called, shading my eyes from the sun as I looked up at the trees.
“Who do you think?” The girl giggled.
“I don’t know! I don’t even know where I am or how I got here!” I shouted, feeling exasperated. Saying that made me realize that this was real. I was somewhere I’d never been before and I didn’t even know how I got here.
“Look, I don’t know where I am. Could you please come out and answer some of my questions?” I politely requested.
Suddenly I saw a floating blue light coming down from the tree tops. It grew larger as it approached me and I admit, I was slightly afraid. Before I knew it, a girl with luminous blue eyes was standing before me, her smile sweet and gentle. Several glowing blue butterflies fluttered by her- one she held tenderly in the palm of her hand.
“You flew here- to Pixie Hollow.” The girl informed.
“Pixie Hollow? Where’s that? Is it in England?” I inquired.
“Oh dear, no!” She chuckled, “You’re in Neverland!” She exclaimed as she twirled around in delight.
“Never heard of it. How did I get here?” I asked.
“You came here through your dream.” The girl stated and then went on to introduce herself, “Oh, I’m Carnation, by the way.”
“I’m Peter. Wait, so, I’m dreaming? Or is this real?” I inquired in wonderment.
“This is quite real, Peter. Weren’t you dreaming about flying?” She questioned.
“Sure! I’ve had dreams of flying lots of times, but this is the first time I’ve woken up away from home. It’s pretty amazing!” I exclaimed, taking in my surroundings.
“And haven’t you always wished to never grow up? To not have any rules to follow? And to be able to fly?” Carnation inquired, counting on her fingers as she listed each thing.
“Yeah, how did you know all that?” I wondered, scratching my red hair.
“I’m a fairy. I’ve been to the Mainland before, where you’re from. I just know these things. And I’m here to tell you, Peter, that now all your dreams can come true!” She explained.
“What do you mean?” I asked, not sure how this could work.
“I mean, you are free to stay here now! In Neverland, there are no rules and nobody ever grows up. Do you believe you can fly?” She inquired, a playful grin on her face.
“Sure I do!” I nodded enthusiastically. Then Carnation grew smaller until she was fairy size again and flew around me, golden dust falling over me.
“What is this?” I asked as I rubbed the dust in my fingers.
“It’s pixie dust! Now, think of a happy thought and wait to see what happens.” She instructed, smiling broadly.
Happy thought, happy thought. I thought of never growing up, of being a kid for forever, and suddenly I felt my feet lift off the ground.
“I can fly! I’m flying!” I exclaimed.
“You’re doing great!” Carnation applauded as she watched me soaring through the night sky. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The wind in my hair, the sense of freedom, how light and carefree I felt. The sight below me was astonishing- Neverland was wonderful. I saw a mermaid lagoon, a cavern that looked like a skull, Indian territory, open sea and pirate ships. What more could a boy ask for? This place was my new home, I knew that much.
What was that?
There it was again! I paused in the air and listened closely.
It sounded like bells… I took off toward the direction of the sound until I came to the shore. I spotted a small fairy with blonde hair tied up in a bun and clothed in a green dress with her foot caught under a large rock.
“Hey there, lemme help you with that.” I offered. I tried lifting it, but it was too heavy.
“Look, human, find some lost things on the shore that you can use to split or pry up the rock so I can get out.” The fairy ordered, seeming annoyed.
“Lost things?” I repeated.
“Yeah, you know, the stuff that washes up from the mainland.” She answered, as though it were obvious. I searched around and saw many random items. I found silverware, springs, a portrait of a swan, a hairbrush, but the one thing I thought could help me most was a bronze pan.
I walked back over to the fairy and slid the handle of the pan underneath the rock and pressed down with all my might. The rock lifted just enough for the fairy to fly free.
“Wow, thanks! You should be a tinker!” The fairy said gratefully.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“I’m Tinkerbell, who are you? What are you doing in Neverland?” She inquired.
“I’m Peter. I flew here.” I replied.
“Peter, huh? Well, as my rescuer, I hereby dub you… Peter Pan! In honor of the pan you used to free me!” Tinkerbell issued, proud of her name idea.
“Peter Pan, huh? I like it!” I approved, crossing my arms across my chest in pride.
“Great! Hey! Why don’t I give you a tour of Neverland? I could show you Mermaid Lagoon, Skull Rock, introduce you to Tiger Lily, you’d LOVE her, and- oh! We’ll have to be careful of Captain Hook and his scurvy crew. He doesn’t like any of us.” Tinkerbell suggested and I gladly took her up on her offer. I liked Tinkerbell and it was no surprise to me that we became best friends.
“Peter!” I called out his name in the silence, like he would actually hear, like he would actually care. I was his friend first. I told him everything. I taught him how to fly. I thought we would be great friends. Then he had to go and meet Tinkerbell. The two of them had become best friends and partners- they were completely inseparable. You hardly heard one name without the other, since they were the heroes now. Always fighting off Captain Hook and his crew.
Eventually, everyone in Pixie Hollow turned against me, because they always said I was jealous of Tink. So, I left Pixie Hollow for good and I shoved all those bad memories with Pan, as he was mostly now called, into a box, deep down inside myself that I would never open up again.
“Goodbye, Peter Pan. Goodbye, Pixie Hollow.”
Awww. Poor Carnation. I just have to say, I had a BLAST writing this story! I think it’s one of my facorites! 😀
P.S. I’ll reply to comments as soon as I have wifi again!
Hi everyone! I’m here again with my second story for CWWC and my fifth for AAWC! I had fun with this one 😀
TEAM DRAGONS IS IN SECOND PLACE!!! GO GO GO!!! All prompts, folks! 😀
And Team Swan is in the LEAD!! KEEP GOING!! 😀
Here are the prompts for CWWC:
And Misty, I included the word “fade” and also a swan
The school bell had rang 45 minutes ago and still I remained unmoved at my desk. My teacher, Mrs. Grady had asked how I was before she left, but I just told her I was fine and needed to think for a bit.
For as long as I could remember, I had always felt like something in my life was missing. Granted, I had a wonderful, loving family, tons of friends, and pure joy followed me just about everywhere I went. Everywhere, but my classroom. Each time I stepped in the room all my joy faded away from me and I felt – empty.
“I need a hero.” I whispered to myself. I was so desperate to be rescued from this emptiness that I actually said I wanted a hero. That’s stupid. I’m 16, I know that heroes aren’t real.
I stepped out of my seat and headed out of the classroom. Instantly, the joy came back and I forgot all about my problems.
“Iris, where have you been? You’re over an hour late home from school!” My mom fussed as soon as I entered the door.
“I-I don’t know. I’m fine, though.” I assured her with a smile. Mom glanced at Dad who was standing close behind her, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.
“Did you have a good day at school, Swan?” He inquired with an inquisitive brow. Swan was my nickname he gave me when I was little because I was always dancing around the house, flowing and gliding gracefully like a swan. Plus I had an obsession with Swan Lake, so it seemed to fit. My mind drew a blank. I couldn’t remember anything about school.
“I don’t know. I can’t remember…” I said slowly, trying my hardest to remember what I did that day. Dad muttered something to mom, trying to hide it from me. This wasn’t like my parents. They seemed so disturbed, this hardly ever happened. Everything was only ever perfect.
Mom disappeared into the dark hall and I saw her enter her bedroom. Something wasn’t right here….
I woke up in the middle of the night. It was very quiet and I knew it must have been very late. I felt an urge, almost a calling, to go downstairs. I jumped out of my bed and tiptoed down the creaking staircase. I noticed that the storage door under the staircase was open, so I went to close it. But just as I was about to, I saw a large white box on the floor that said; “BAD MEMORIES. DO NOT OPEN.”
Suddenly I felt that emptiness again. That terrible, lonely, heartache. I knelt down and placed my hands on the box before me. Something inside told me that this is what I needed to rid me of this emptiness.
I lifted the lid and saw hundreds of black papers with words in white filling each sheet. Carefully, I lifted one out of the box and began to read:
March 30th, 2008
I watched as my parents were hit by a car, just outside my school. I ran to them, but the officers wouldn’t let me see them.
“Please, you have to let me see them! They’re my parents!” I cried. One of the officers knelt down and placed his strong hands on my shoulders.
“What’s your name, sweetie?” He asked gently.
“Iris. Iris O’Brian.” I answered as I wiped away a tear.
“Iris! Th-that’s my name!” I gasped and continued reading;
“Iris, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we can do. Your parents died. Seeing them would only make it harder for you.” He explained and gave me a comforting hug. My heart broke and my throat ached from crying.
“Sir, we found this in the trunk.” Another police officer came over, carrying a bag with a birthday card and a new doll, just like the one I’d been wanting for ages.
“Those are for me. It’s my birthday today.” I sobbed. The officer handed me the doll and I held her close to my chest, letting tears pour onto her silky hair.
I paused again to check the date on the paper. “March 30th, 2008. My 8th birthday…” I said with a shaky breath. This couldn’t be possible, but I believed this girl was me. The facts were accurate. But everything happening…. That never happened…
“Iris, what are you doing?” My dad inquired as he and my mom entered the room.
“Mom, Dad, what is this? This girl, her name is Iris and she has the same birthday as me. But here it says that her parents died…. I don’t understand…” I trailed off, hoping they would explain. Mom and Dad looked at each other sadly and sighed as they sat on the floor beside me.
“Iris, that girl is you.” Mom stated.
“Why don’t I remember any of this?” I inquired.
“Because we made you forget.” Dad replied, his eyes full of shame.
“What? Y-you took my memories?” I asked in shock, tears filling my eyes.
“Yes. I’m the officer on the page who spoke with you and hugged you. I felt an attachment to you and your mother and I adopted you. Months passed on and you never smiled. You never spoke. You would stay alone in your room most of the day and sometimes we would hear you crying at night.” Dad began, and Mom continued, “So we went to see some scientists and they created a machine that could take away all of your bad memories so you could be happy. We used it on you then and we’ve been using it on you ever since because we’ve been too afraid of you returning to how you were. We only ever wanted you to be happy.”
“You needed a hero, Iris. So that’s what we became. Your heroes.” Dad finished, his hand rested on my shoulder.
I let tears stream down my cheeks as I said, “You may have taken away the memories, but the feeling was still always there. That painful emptiness that haunted me for years. If you want me to be truly happy and if you really want to be my heroes, please return my memories. Return them so I can feel whole again.”
“Of course. If that’s what you truly want.” Mom agreed and pulled me into a warm, loving hug, Dad wrapping his arms over us. At last, I could finally feel complete. I knew then that heroes are real. And I had two of them in my life who I was proud to call; Mom and Dad.
I hope you enjoyed! Feedback always appreciated
Who are the heroes in your life?
Hi everyone! I’m sorry I’ve been absent for so long and that I haven’t replied to comments yet. I’ve had a lot going on lately…
Anyways, CWWC started again!!! YAAAY!!! I am SUPER excited about this and AAWC because, guess what? TEAM SWAN IS WINNING!!! WHOOT WHOOT!!! 😀
Alright, here are the prompts I am using:
It was a beautiful afternoon in Upago. The sun was shining, white fluffy clouds filled the periwinkle blue sky, and a breeze rustled the leaves in the trees around us. My sister, Millicent, and I came to our favorite spot in the forest, where we sat on a fallen tree that spread across the gap between the hills. The Loshon Falls were loud, yet peaceful before us as I read my favorite book to my older sister.
“….and drove away in state to meet and escort her guests the banquet.” I finished reading and closed the hardcover book, setting it gently on my lap.
“Molly, we should leave now, before they find out.” Millicent urged, spreading her ginormous dragon wings to take flight.
“Oh, Millie, don’t worry about it. I’ve been reading for years and nothing has ever happened. Stop being such a worry wart.” I teased, tucking my loose curl which had fallen from my messy bun behind my ear.
I know it seems strange that a dragon and a human could be sisters, but alas it is true. I am part dragon, however. I posses some of the qualities such as fire breath and flight. Wings will just suddenly appear when I need them and I let them carry me high into the sky, above the untouchable clouds. It was simply wonderful….
“Molly!” Millicent shouted.
“Hm?” I asked, snapping out of my daydream.
“Let’s get out of here.” She insisted.
“Oh, alright.” I said with a sigh. Just as we were about to take flight, the Ferrymen appeared out from the trees. Ferrymen guarded all the mirrors in the world, preventing anyone from going through their portals. This was the task that The Mirror bestowed upon them. The Mirror was like our king; it decided our fate and told the Ferrymen what to do.
“Molly, I’m afraid we have to take you to The Mirror.” One of the Ferrymen informed. I glanced at Millie, who’s eyes were wide in fear.
“May I ask why?” I inquired.
“Have you not been reading a book from the outside world? And is that not forbidden and punishable by banishment?” The Ferryman answered with his own questions. I froze, my heart beating so hard and fast that it hurt. I couldn’t believe that after all of these years, I had been caught.
Millie looked at me with tears in her big, dragon eyes. I knew how scared and heartbroken she was. Now, because of me, we may never see each other again.
“May I have a moment, please?” I requested and the Ferrymen nodded.
I took a few steps closer to my sister and placed my hand on her neck, stroking her cold dragon scales.
“It’ll be okay, Millie. I honestly doubt that I’ll be banished. The Mirror hardly ever separates families.” I assured her, though inside I was slightly doubtful.
“Just promise me you’ll never leave. If you do, I’d be all alone.” Millie said as tears poured out of her eyes, falling to the river below, sending ripples across the water.
“I won’t. It’ll be okay.” I promised, and wrapped my arms around her – well – as far around her neck as they could go.
“I’m ready.” I informed the Ferrymen, and they bound my hands with thick rope, leading me deep into the woods and down the dirt road up to the palace, where The Mirror was waiting.
“Mirror, we have brought you Molly, just as you requested.” A Ferryman announced as we stepped into a large room. The Mirror was over 100 feet tall and looked rather intimidating. I had never seen him before myself, and must admit, was rather afraid. Anxiety came over me like the clouds came over the sun. I was extremely nervous.
“What will be her fate, Mirror?” Another Ferryman inquired. Then the ground began to rumble and the mirror revealed a place that I had never seen before. There was water and golden dirt and people on strange flat boards gliding on top of the water.
“Wh- what is that?” I stammered.
“The Mirror has decided your fate.” The Ferryman closest to me informed, and before I knew what was happening, I was pushed hard through The Mirror, crashing into it and falling for what seemed like forever until I landed firmly on the ground.
I dragged my hands through the golden grain, that was dirt-like, but not quite like any dirt I had ever felt. It was burning hot and I slowly lifted my head to see what was before me. I saw shattered glass on the ground and as I looked further away, I saw hundreds of people in chair-like beds and sitting on top of blankets. They wore silly hats and eye coverings.
I stood up and turned around, facing water as far as the eye could see. And I saw the people gliding across the water on strange boards, like I had seen inside the mirror. This is so weird. I turned to my left, where a tall mountain sat full of houses and trees and other peculiar buildings.
“What is this place?” I wondered aloud.
“This is Florida, Molly.” A man from behind me informed. I twirled around to face him and stared at him in shock.
“How do you know my name?” I inquired, suspiciously.
The man smirked and said mysteriously, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Molly. Before I answer any of your questions, you’re going to answer some of mine. Let’s go somewhere where we can talk.”
Ooooh!! So mysterious…. And what a cliffhanger, right?! XD
I hope you enjoyed it!
Before I go….
HAPPY STAR WARS DAY!!!! MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU ALL!!! 😀
Hi everyone! I’m here with my next AAWC entry!
And, by the way, GO TEAM SWAN!!! WE ARE WINNING!!!! 😀
Misty, I included a swan in my story
I sat on the ground and let out a hiss as I took my hands off of the broomstick. Slowly, I turned them over and grimaced as I saw them. They were raw and bloody. I swept the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away the sweat and then looked up at the sun. I had been sweeping for three hours. It was completely unbelievable how dirty the orphanage got in such a short time. I had just swept a few days ago and now here I was at it again.
Hesitantly, I picked up the broom and went to put it away so I could wash up. As I dipped my hands into the basin, I winced at the sting. I bit my lip, trying not to cry. It wasn’t just the pain of my hands that hurt, but everything inside me. Every day for my entire life, I had been doing chores here from sunup to sundown. Nobody here liked me, but worse, nobody loved me. I was like the black sheep of the flock, different from everybody else. I was picked on, teased, and bullied every single day. I don’t know how I got on, but somehow I managed to get through the long, hard days.
After I had eaten my bowl of beans, I trudged up the stairs until I reached the third floor. I creaked the door open, slipped off my shoes, and wandered over to the window. This was my quiet, peaceful time. Away from chores, away from people, away from troubles.
I gazed up into the night sky, the stars twinkling at me. Then I saw my wishing star. I grinned and folded my hands as I stared at it and whispered:
“Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish, I wish tonight. I wish for a new, happy life, surrounded by people who love me.”
I closed my eyes and let a few tears trickle down my cheeks. Why had I been given this life? Why was I treated so poorly? Why were my parents taken away from me?
Thoughts like those floated through my mind and I cried for a long while. I wiped my tears away and looked back at the stars, searching for new constellations. There was the Big Dipper, Ursa Minor, and then I saw one that looked a bit like a swan, soaring through the night sky. I wish I could fly away from here.
After a while, my sleepiness caught up with me and I sauntered over to my make-shift bed on the floor. Letting out a large yawn, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. In my dreams I flew away and went on a grand adventure, making friends and finding a loving family on the way. It was the best dream I ever had, because it all felt so real.
When I woke up in the morning I heaved a sigh. I wish that dream would come true.
ANOTHER SAD STORY!!!! AGH!!!! I’M TERRIBLE!!! XD
Hi everyone! I was so glad you all enjoyed reading my Character Study, so I’m here with part 2 of Introductions! 😀
In case you missed it, Character Studies is done by Morgan and you seriously need to check out her blog – it’s awesome! So basically what you do, is you copy and paste the questions from her blog and then have your character answer them. My main character, Connor, in the book I’m writing will be answering the questions below
1 – How do you usually enter a room? (Dramatic entrance, Walk in behind somebody so you aren’t noticed, etc.)
I just stomp in because I usually don’t want to be there.
2 – How would you describe yourself in one word?
3 – Three words?
Angry, frustrated, rude.
4 – What kind of first-impression do you usually make? Do you think it’s a good first-impression?
There’s never a good first impression when I’m involved. Everyone hates me. I’m known as the “Town Grump”, people!
5 – What kind of first-impression do you want to make?
……I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.
6 – How would your best friend describe you?
Best friend? Sorry, I don’t have one of those.
7 – How would your enemy (or least favorite person) describe you?
I have two worst enemies and both of them would say that I’m a hot head, have temper problems, and probably that I’m mean, evil, and hopeless.
8 – Do you agree with either (or both) of those descriptions? Why?
Yep, but they don’t need to know that.
9 – How do you usually exit a room?
Same way I enter usually, I stomp out. Unless someone made me mad, then I storm out and slam the door behind me.
BONUS: If you were a flower, what kind of flower would you be?
A flower? Who wants to be a flower? And what kind of a question is that? I don’t know anything about flowers. Are there poisonous flowers or ones with spikes or thorns? If so, probably one of those.
I know, he’s terrible, but surprisingly fun to write! XD
I’m so excited to post the next ones! 😀
Do you have any characters that are as temperamental as Connor?
Whew! This post is late! I’ve been so busy and suddenly it was Thursday and I’m like – okay, I need to write my AAWC story! 😛
And, Misty, I did include “Broken” (of course XD ) and a swan
Have you ever wondered what causes fissures, cracks in the pavement, or even how The Grand Canyon was made? Well, let me tell you, it’s not at all what you think. I’m here to tell you the story of how The Grand Canyon was made – the story of how a broken heart could cause so much damage to the world, and yet turn out to be so remarkable hundreds of years later….
Judy and Nigel ambled arm in arm through the woods together, laughing and chatting along. Neither of them ever grew tired of each other’s company. They were a perfect pair and practically inseparable.
As they were strolling past the lake where the swans glided gracefully on the water, they noticed a young woman sobbing by an oak tree. They both knew the look on her face, they’d seen it several times before. It was the look of a broken heart. Judy and Nigel glanced at each other with pity and walked along, not wishing to disturb the poor girl.
“I’m so glad we haven’t had any fights, Nigel.” Judy said gratefully.
“I am, too.” Nigel agreed, patting her hand which was looped through his arm.
“We’re so lucky to have each other. And I know we always will.” Judy said with a smile. Nigel smiled forcefully at her, trying to hide his sadness and uncertainty. He felt in his heart that something was going to come between them and that somehow, they never would see one another again.
The months passed and nothing had interfered with their lives, so Nigel’s worry fled from him and he and Judy were now making preparations for their wedding. It was one bit of joy during the hard times of the war.
“Oh, we’d better invite my Aunt and Uncle Phillips and of course, Louisa and George must come, as well. Do you think I’ve forgotten anyone?” Judy asked her husband to be.
Nigel looked up from his paper and smiled. “No, I don’t think you have.” He confirmed. Suddenly the fear entered into him again. The same feeling he had all those months ago. His eyes saddened and his heartbeat quickened. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Judy noticed the look in his eye as he stared at her. She raised her eyebrow and inquired, “Nigel, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know exactly.” He replied, his face expressing sheer terror. Judy walked around the table and sat beside him, laying her hand on his shoulder. Suddenly a horn bellowed so loud it made the two of them jump and Judy shrieked. Without saying a word, they both flew downstairs and out onto Main Street where they saw strong, threatening men driving dozens of prison wagons into town, whipping their horses along.
The men stopped driving once they had all entered into town and they jumped off the wagons yelling out orders and pulling and shoving all the men into the wagons. The women screamed and the men shouted for help, but there was nothing to be done.
The strongest looking man made his way over to Judy and Nigel and grabbed his arm, but Judy shouted,
“Wait! What are you doing with them?”
“It’s orders, Missy! All men from every town are called to serve in the war and if they refuse, they be hung!” The man barked back. Judy gasped and as the man started pulling Nigel away, she grabbed hold of his other arm, trying to keep him with her.
“Nigel! Don’t go! Please! Stay with me!” She cried. Nigel looked at his bride-to-be with tears in his eyes. He shut them tight, remembering and treasuring each wonderful moment they had spent together. Then he opened them and said, more sincerely and lovingly than he ever had before,
“I love you.”
Tears gushed out of Judy’s eyes and she held onto his hand until she no longer could. Those were the last words she ever heard from Nigel, and the last time she ever saw him.
Many hearts were broken that harrowing day, but none more so than those of Nigel and Judy whose love was greater than all the stars in the night sky.
And that heartbreak that occurred that day is exactly what caused The Grand Canyon to form. I guarantee that now you have heard this tale, every time you hear about or see The Grand Canyon, you will remember dear Judy and Nigel – the pair with the perfect love.
Okay, why do I write such tragic things? XD
Well, I hope you liked it and, as always, I’d love some feedback!
Character Studies is done by Morgan and you seriously need to check out her blog – it’s awesome! So basically what you do, is you copy and paste the questions from her blog and then have your character answer them. I decided to start with the first Character Study from March and have my MC in the book I’m writing answer the questions. I hope you enjoy!
1 – What’s your name? Do you have a nickname? Is there any meaning behind your name or nickname?
My name is Connor. There’s no meaning behind it and I don’t have a nickname. Not everyone does, you know?
2 – How old do you look? Is that your real age? How old are you, actually?
I don’t know – 19 I guess? I’m actually, twenty, though.
3 – What’s your gender?
I’m a guy. Isn’t that obvious?
4 – What’s your eye color? How easy is it to tell your eye color from a distance?
I have green eyes and yeah, you can see them pretty well from the distance. They’re surprisingly bright.
5 – What’s your ethnicity? Does anybody ever get it wrong?
Ethnicity? I’m a Shanite. No one can get it wrong because we are all Shanites living in Shano.
6 – What’s your build? How tall are you? Are you strong?
*squints eyes* You just had to ask that, didn’t you? No, I’m not tall, I’m short. Yes, I’m pretty strong, so watch what you say!
7 – What’s your foremost physical trait—The first thing someone will notice about your appearance?
…..My red hair….
8 – What’s your favorite outfit, or what do you wear the most? Why is that your favorite?
Favorite outfit? I don’t care about that stuff, I just throw on whatever is in my reach.
9 – How do you usually introduce yourself to new people?
I don’t normally introduce myself to anyone. The first words I usually say to someone would be something like – “Would you stop talking already?”
BONUS: What would you do if you were a pirate?
I’d search for buried treasure, duh! And probably take down any ship that threatened me.
Yeah, he’s um… yeah…. He’s fun to write LOL! XD
I hope you liked reading this! Let me know if you’d like to see more of these – Connor gets a bit crazier in the next ones 😉
Hiii! So I really wanted to make a post today and I thought – hm, I could show where I keep my POP!s! Also known as Poppy Woppies… I do that to practically everything, as I’m sure you recall me calling Tsum Tsums my Tsummie Wummies XD
Here’s the shelf where pretty much all my POP!s stay. There’s also an EAH doll and a 9″ donut Vinylmation because, well, they needed a spot, too XD I know it’s sad that I can’t really see the ones in the back, but back there are Mary Poppins, Lilo, Lady Sif (from Thor), Astrid, Hiccup, and Jessie
And here are my Star Wars POP!s! I have Rey, Han, Leia, and BB-8 so far, but I’m hoping to get Finn and the Poe without helmet which is exclusive to Walmart Okay, yes, you see a lot of other cool Star Wars things, so I’ll show you the entire shelf XD
Well, that’s all I have to share for today! I hope you enjoyed looking at all of my POP!s
Do you have any POP!s? Where do you store them?
Hey ho! (I almost started singing one of Merry and Pippin’s very entertaining songs) Today I bring to you my second story for AAWC! And I included a swan, once again, Misty
Before we go on, let me just say – GO TEAM SWAN!!! I BELIEVE IN US!!!! XD
Now let’s get on with the story, shall we? XD
I sat at the edge of the lake, letting my feet soak in the water. Gazing at the glistening lake, I let a tear trickle down my cheek. Gone. They’re all gone. A sob escaped my lips and I had no control over the tears. The ache was so strong that I hugged myself and bent over, allowing the overflowing tears to fall into the lake, creating ripples on the water.
“They were wonderful, weren’t they?” A voice came from behind me and I forced myself to look back and see who it was. A young boy around my age stood there, his eyes red and puffy, as though he had been crying, too. I closed my eyes and nodded my head, unable to speak a word.
He came closer and sat down beside me, placing his hand on my shoulder as I cried.
“I came here every day to visit with the swans. They brought hope and joy to the whole valley. And they were always there to help us and save us from the beasts. I can’t believe someone came and-” The boy paused, not even able to say those two horrible words himself. I sniffed and wiped away some tears as I lifted my head up.
“Which one was your favorite?” I inquired, my voice cracking.
“I always liked the one with the few blue feathers. He always did silly things.” The boy stated, trying to smile. I chuckled.
“He was my favorite, too.” I informed and the tears poured out again. The boy reached into his pocket and tapped my arm. I looked at him, wondering what he wanted.
“This is for you.” He offered and I took the photograph from him and smiled as tears streamed down my cheeks. It was a photograph of Blue, as I had dubbed him, splashing around in the water. I smiled gratefully at him and whispered, “Thank you.” He smiled back at me and went on his way. I wish I could have told him how much it meant to me, but I think he knew already. I would always treasure that photograph, and I’d always remember that kind boy.
I used a writing prompt that said to write the saddest scene you can think of between a boy and a girl, except this is the first time they ever met. I had tried this prompt once before and it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped. I feel much more pleased with this one
Have a great day!
Alright. Are you ready? This is the LAST part. Okay… Let’s see what happens! 😀
Erebelle was telling her mother all about Damarias’ new stall when suddenly she heard a bone chilling roar.
“Damarias!” She breathed and ran out to the barn to fetch her horse. When she exited the barn she looked at the ground for Damarias’ paw prints.
“That way, Moonlight!” She yelled and her horse raised back on two feet and galloped in the direction of Damarias’ paw prints.
Everyone in Charzul heard the roar, even Prince Neal who was looking everywhere for Alfred. When he heard the roar, he hurried to the stables to see if Alfred’s horse was still there, but all of the hunter’s horses were missing. Neal hopped on his horse bareback and he, too, went after Damarias, but this time, to keep him safe.
Damarias continued running, his face getting scratched and bleeding from brushing up against branches in the forest. He noticed a fallen down tree and knew he had to jump over it, but if he didn’t make it, the hunters would catch him. Damarias reared back and jumped forward, and although he did make it over the tree, he had a bad landing. The hunters caught up with him and circled around him. Erebelle came riding from the west and Neal from the east.
“STOP!” Erebelle and Neal yelled in unison, but it was too late. One of the men fired a shot and Damarias let out a wail that made Erebelle’s heart skip a beat.
All of the hunters, frightened by Prince Neal, ran away, but Alfred stayed and faced him.
Erebelle jumped off of Moonlight and fell to the ground in front of Damarias, tears pouring out of her eyes uncontrollably. Damarias turned his big eyes toward Erebelle and moaned. Erebelle pet his face and said, “It’s going to be okay, Damarias. I’m gonna get help, and you’re going to live.”
Damarias flapped his ears, as though he was telling her that she was going to be fine. Damarias lowered his head toward his wound and looked back at Erebelle with sad eyes and moaned.
“You’re not going to die!” Erebelle cried, but Damarias groaned and flapped his ears again.
Neal walked up to Alfred and said, “I gave you orders, and you disobeyed them. Get on my horse. I’m bringing you back to the palace so you can spend a few years in the dungeon. And don’t even think about running away. I’m keeping my eye on you.” Neal commanded and Alfred did as he was told.
Neal stepped over to Erebelle and Damarias and knelt down. Erebelle continued talking to Damarias, but after a moment, he let out his last breath and was gone. Erebelle threw her arms around Damarias and sobbed.
Neal placed his hand on her shoulder and said, “I can’t tell you how sorry I am that this happened. I want you to know that it was not my doing.”
Erebelle tried to speak, but her pain was too strong, so she nodded her head. Neal stayed with her until she was ready to part with him.
Erebelle rose and faced the prince, her eyes small and red.
“Thank you for changing your mind about him.” Her voice cracked.
“I just wish I could have stopped this.” Neal said sadly. Erebelle sniffed and wiped her eyes.
“We did everything we could.” She said.
Neal nodded his head and said, “You’re very lucky to have had such a good friend. Not everyone is blessed to know someone like him.” Erebelle smiled and more tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Well, goodbye, Miss.” Neal said and rode back to the palace with Alfred. Erebelle stayed in the forest a while longer thinking of all her friends in the village and of Damarias. She turned back towards Damarias and said, “Thank you, Damarias, for being the greatest friend of them all.”
*sigh* I know. I’m awful. It makes me teary every time I read it.
Alright, now you all can go ahead and tell me how terrible I am for killing off Damarias. But I hope you liked this story anyway XD