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(group member since May 01, 2025)
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yeah I like it! sorry it took me so long to answer I was watching Hocus pocus with my mom and sister
⇢ Book: Games in a ballroom ⇢ Prompt: Additional book
⇢ Points 50
⇢ Book: the cozy corner bookstore
⇢ Prompt: Additional book, orange or brown cover
⇢ Points 100
⇢ Book: The faraway inn
⇢ Prompt: Additional book
⇢ Points 50
⇢ Book: Coraline
⇢ Prompt: Additional book
⇢ Points 50
⇢ Book: be my boo
⇢ Prompt: Additional book
⇢ Points 50
⇢ Book: Fall with me
⇢ Prompt: Additional book, orange or brown cover
⇢ Points 100
Total points 400
this is a quote from my book“You should not have had to endure that.” He said, hands fisted at his sides.
“It no longer matters,” I said while wiping my cheeks. “It does matter, little bird. You should get some rest.” He said not meeting my eyes. He started in the opposite direction before stopping and turning to face me. “If you ever need to talk again…I will listen.” My heart beat just a little too fast. I told myself it was from the memories but I do not know that I believed it.
Has anyone ever just listened to one song on loop and then got tired of it put on a different song and then went right back after the second song is done?
can I get some feedback on this banter? “Hello, men,” an overly chipper female voice said. Finch, I thought. And sure enough, there she was — long braids, beautiful dark skin, and that perfectly shaped mouth that never seemed to stop talking. I hated this woman.
“Hello, little bird,” I said, arms crossed over my chest. “May I join you for supper?” she asked. “No, you may no—”
“Yes, of course. I was just leaving,” Josiah said, cutting me off mid-sentence. He would pay for that later. “What do you want?” I asked as she sat in Josiah’s just-vacated seat.
“Nothing that you can offer,” she said, a questioning look in her gaze — as if I might offer something she had not yet imagined.
“You are probably right. I am a man of few possessions,” I said, studying her.
She hummed softly. “My intentions are never to upset you, Captain. I simply do not know how to control my tongue,” she said, almost apologetically. “That much was apparent from the moment I brought you aboard,” I replied, irritation rising in my chest.
“You know,” she said, putting the back of her hand to her forehead in a mock swoon, “saying such things could make a girl fall in love.”
“I have been told I have a way with words,” I said, smirking in amusement.
“And who told you that? I have reason to believe they were lying,” she said.
“That is likely,” I admitted.
The comment earned a small laugh from Miss Finch before she snuffed it out with her hands covering her mouth. “Whatever is so funny?” I asked. “Your deliberate lack of conversational skill,” she shot back.
I raised an eyebrow. “Really? That is a first. Usually, ladies are all over me.”
“On a ship with an all-male crew? Oh, perhaps”—she snorted—“you must mean your grandmother!”
She broke into uncontrollable laughter at her own joke, and it was the most… annoying thing I had ever been witness to.
