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Week 10: The ocean’s waters suddenly became crystal clear, allowing light penetrate all the way the ocean’s bed, revealing something very unexpected.

@TinyMagicWolf pets

It wasn't her fault. She knew it wasn't, but she couldn't do anything to change what had happened. She blamed herself, despite the red haze that tinted her vision, despite the faint giggling she could hear whenever "She" came out. This other girl - other personality - was not her friend.
She was a good girl. She is a good girl, though she can't seem to make herself believe that. Young, kind, bashful. She used to be bolder, friendlier with people, before the incident with her mother. And then it got even worse when those men came back and took her father too. Good things don't always happen to good people, no matter how old or how young. The universe doesn't care much. "Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it take and it takes."
But people have secrets, and sometimes, they don't want those secrets being aired. Deep down, we all have our fears, our regrets, our pain, and yet, no matter how well you hide it, there will always be that one person who can read you like a book.
She didn't mean to hurt anyone, but, again, there wasn't much she could do. Though, if she was being totally honest with herself, part of her did want to fight back, as bad of an idea as she knew that was. As soon as the kids - those darned bullies - started pushing her around and bombarding her with insults, her mind became fuzzy, and all she wanted to do was to get away. One wrong move was made, and "She" came out to put a stop to it all. All the poor girl remembers is coming to with her big sister holding her tightly, quietly humming their family song as the bullies retreated into the forest. The giggling was still fresh in her mind, echoing for a little while longer before going silent. Her violent personality is still there, listening, waiting for an opportunity to "help". She can't let it happen. Not again.
But it will, she just doesn't know when. That's why she mostly keeps to herself. Why she keeps quiet when even her best friends are around. Why she doesn't let anyone see the tears that come when she thinks back to the mistakes she made. She can't lose anyone else.
Someone will find out. Someone will break her down and make her talk about everything, and that scares her. She isn't sure how much longer she can keep herself smiling for everyone, but she does.
Still, that giggling sometimes turns into a dim, whispery voice before it vanishes again.
"Even a white rose has a dark shadow."

(whispers Was that too long)

@TinyMagicWolf pets

(Oh hecc, this works for my brother's characters!)

They once sat calmly on the hill together, smiling as they watched the sun set behind the city. The older would make a morbid remark about the city or the humans' limited lives, and the younger would giggle and/or cringe at the boy's rather dark sense of humor. Then, once the moon was starting to make her way up the sky, the demonic duo would head home to do some nighttime training and then turn in for the night.
As they grew, Chan would go to the hill with two new friends. "Are you sure he's gonna show up?" Diana asked, flopping onto her back and brushing her hands through the grass. "He will. They'll be lighting the fireworks soon." Chan assured her. "He's just caught up; he's got a lot going on, you know." Then, Leo would scoff quietly. "Maybe he doesn't feel like joining today?" He suggested. "I mean, sure, this is supposed to be a tradition for you guys, but-"
"He'll be here. Be patient."
And Shyro would show up just before the fireworks went off, sending the people gathered at the festival below into a joyous frenzy, while the four young adults watched and cheered from that hill.
Now, Chan stands on the hill alone. His human friends are gone. His mother is gone. He has been given a responsibility, but there is no one left to help him. He watches the sun set behind the city, waiting.
He hears a noise behind him and turns around, crossing his arms. "What took you so long?" He asks. "I'm a busy man, little brother, I can't be expected to show up at the exact moment you want me to." Shyro responds, returning the younger demon's glare. "Busy, hm? Doing what, making people's lives miserable?" Chan says, feeling his magic starting to build. Shyro chuckled lowly. "Well, of course. How else am I supposed to make this work?"
Chan feels his right arm change shape, and he clenches the large, purple claw. "You don't know how much this hurts, do you? To be here, faced with this task. You didn't have to choose this path, Shyro, and yet-"
"Here we are. Trust me, Chan, I do know. But this was my choice, and I've come so far in my endeavors, I can't stop now."
"That son of yours…he's not going to follow you in this."
"Oh, yes, I know. But that is all part of the plan, don't you worry."
Shyro took a few steps forward before summoning his sword, and Chan squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, not afraid to let the other demon see his tears in the moment. Shyro tensed, but refused to admit that seeing his little brother in this state always made his dark heart lurch. "Hell, man, don't cry over this. You knew as well as I that it was bound to happen! Besides, it's not like I'm going to kill you tonight…those little ones need you, don't they?"
"They do…and they'll kill you when the time comes."
"I wouldn't expect anything less. Unless, of course…"
"You're sick."
"I know."
Then they stood there for a few seconds more, before Shyro finally shook his head and sighed.
"Bitter are the wars between brothers."
With that, Chan moved forward as Shyro readied his sword.

@Bandito

His umbrella landed on his head, but the rain didn't come with it.
He could feel himself shriveling already, cringing until his face was one with the dusty wood. He could hear something breathing all around him, from any direction. He could sense that he was no longer on Earth, no longer in the Milky Way, no longer in Kansas. But he could not know where he was. Because he was dead before he could process anything other than the fact that he was thirsty, so thirsty, and that this place was too, and that he would die in time to preserve its life.
Odd that the puddle was so wet.

(is this okay? I know I didn't use the actual words and it's short :P)

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I have no idea what to write at all, I'm just here becuase y'all are such good writers!

Alexis

It happened when I was young, I was only five years old, the prime of my youth. It was a day I couldn't remember, but one I would never forget. There were three puddles that day, and compared to my small feet they looked like mini lakes. The first one splashed against the impact of my small rubber boots, causing my young face to break out in a smile. The second one splashed even higher, eliciting a yelp from my mother as it splattered her bright yellow sun dress. And the third, well, there was something curious about that puddle. It seemed completely undisturbed, like a mirror reflecting the reality of my whole universe. To me, it was just a puddle. But to what lay on the other side, it was much more than that. I jumped, and like being born again, I felt through the puddle into a dimension unlike my own. On the other side awaited horrors. Horrors that to this day would stay with me through everything. Back then I called them monsters, today I call them friends.

(I hope this is okay, I thought it up in a few minutes lol)

@Althalosian-is-the-father book

Week 9: Ten years sat on her with all the weight of a century.

“I’m leaving.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Lucas stared at her incredulously. “Why?”
She looked at him grimly and took a deep breath.
“My stepdad… is not a good man.”
“He looked at her, worried, “What do you mean? I mean, I know he’s not the greatest of guys but is he really…”
She hugged herself and shuddered slightly. “Yes.” she said, “Yes he is.”
“Zara. Oh god. Why haven’t you done something? Why didn’t you tell me before?”
She took a deep breath. “Anna.” Lucas could see the last ten years sitting on her like the weight of a century. “If anyone found out… She would find out. I don’t want her to know.”
She glared at him fiercely. “You can never tell her. You here me? Or I’ll kill you.”
“But if you told someone… you could get away.”
She laughed sarcastically, “You think I haven’t thought of that? If we get away from him we will be split up. She would die, and so would I.”
He looked at her worriedly. “What’s happening? If you didn’t leave before, why are you leaving now?”
Her eyes filled with tears suddenly. “Anna’s growing up. And I’m scared, I can’t let that happen to her.”
“We’re leaving.” she said flatly. “Tomorrow. I just wanted to tell you before we left. ”
Lucas stared at her in shock.
“I’m coming too.” He said, his mind instantly
She shook her head. “No. Lucas, I couldn’t possibly ask you to-“
“Zara.” he stopped her. “I’m coming with you. Understand?”
She protested but it was obvious to him that she would have begged him if her pride wasn’t in the way.
“Listen. You’ll need all the help you can get. Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t. Also,”he added bitterly, “my dad won’t even notice I’m gone for a couple of days. We’ll be fine.”
Zara nodded. “Okay. Meet me tonight.”

@Dragoncita group

The giant dragon swung her head down. Her lips curled back to show sharp fangs, purple sparks falling from the massive jaws. The dragonelle's scales glimmered, dark purple, almost black form nearly blending in with the giant cavern she called home. Her bright yellow eyes contrasted with her dark scales as she laid there. The pupils thinned to slits that were nearly lost in the vast yellow glow. The beast's tail was curled around her side, wings half folded against her body.
Before her, stood several humans. Humans, such selfish, arrogant creatures. Though that was the view many dragons had on man. The past as well as the still on-going war did not help the situation. Either way, these men had come upon her cave, each one wanting the same thing…her death, as well as her hoard. However, the dragonelle knew this, it was always the same with humans…
As each man pointed their weapon towards her, the dragonelle couldn't help but chuckle. Her forked tongue flicked out, testing the air. The scent of fear was coming in waves from the humans direction. The beast shifted her paws, claws glinting.
"So young, so naïve. You humans, always thinking you are at the top, and the rest of us are lowly beasts."
The dragonelle released a snort, purple flames licking her muzzle, "You, and the rest of your kind are only children when compared to us, the dragons. We have been around before you even took your first steps, we were there when the first human was created."
Her eyes glowed dangerously, her voice a snarl, "We guided you through your most difficult of times, earned our trust, and what did you do with that trust? You used it against us! You all deserve to burn!"
Then before any of the men could do anything, the dragonelle's jaws opened wide, purple flames spilling forth. Screams could be heard, the clattering of metal hitting the ground as weapons were dropped. Though soon silence descended, the purple fire dying down, leaving nothing but skeletons in the remains.
The dragonelle growled softly under her breath, shifting her weight, "Bastards…they will all get what's coming to them…"

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I have an idea… But I don't have tiiiiiiiiiimeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

@Bandito

The girl smiled at her father. "We can help! Really!"
Her father turned to look down at her. His face was soft and kind, his eyes were shiny and new, he held his head high and his back was straight. He smiled brightly, shook his head. "No, honey, you're too young. Mr. President doesn't want children to fight for him - he wants brave, strong soldiers! Don't worry. He'll take care of us, he always does. Just wait and see. Remember what he said? Everything will be just fine! Daddy's going to be hero now, Annette!"
He turned and ran off, and Annette watched him go with eyes that had seen her baby brother starve, heard his footsteps with tiny ears that had heard her mother scream, felt him leave with a heart that knew far, far too much for only a child.

Alexis

The ground of the dilapidated city was covered in a thick layer of dust, it's surface nearly buried in the settled ash. The blacked grass on the side of the street was undisturbed as the falling pieces of burnt wood and flaky ash fell like snow from the sky. It was nearly magical to my fresh eyes, but soon I remembered where I was and my heart fell to my stomach as I proceeded forward. My boots left imprints in the rubble beneath them, and as I looked forward I saw something as surreal as the bombs plummeting to the ground behind me.

I walked closer before dropping to my knees in front of the tiny object. I grabbed it in my outstretched hand and cleared it of the dust that had fallen. In the blink of an eye I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and I removed my hat, it's hard plastic dropping down to the ground with a clatter. I ran my gloved fingers over the small toddlers shoe before placing it back on the ground where I had found it. I looked up from the shoe to stare at the ruin that surrounded me, wiping away a single tear with the dirtied glove on my left hand, "I almost forgot you were only children…" I whispered, my voice hoarse as I breathed in the smoke and dust, the destruction of the bomb finally settling as the undying silence took the area over, "Time to get to work." I whispered as I took my hat back from the ground and placing it on my head. Another day of sifting through rubble and searching for names to place on gravestones, "For fucks sake… You were only a child." I whispered staring down at the shoe. I wondered if I would find the body of the girl who fit that shoe in one piece, or scattered around this fucking place like confetti. Time would only tell.