Ruby’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

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This was a writing exersice, and, well, here's what I wrote.

I have one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth, but the brown eye sees lies.

It can be very helpful for picking the real things from the fake, because whenever my green eye flits over something real and true (be it physical or spoken) that object (or person speaking) turns a brilliant, forest green. I'm happy to report I normally see the world with a green tint, and since it's been that way all my life, I've grown used to it. But if I want to see the world without the 'truth filter', I can simply cover that eye and look around with my brown eye. Very few things look brown, and for example all the furniture in our house is simply black and white (except for grandma's old hand-me-down 'alligator skin' purse - that's brown. Still haven't told her, though).

But it can be a terrible nuisance, too. For example, picking out matching colored outfits is a complete hassle, I have to ask my older sister for help, and only hope she's telling me the truth (well, not necessarily, her mouth would turn a deep brown if she was trying to trick me). Mom says I'd make a fantastic archeologist someday, or some other profession that deals with similar things. Nearly once every week she comes home with a new occupation she says that I'd do "simply marvelous" at. But I, personally don't know what I want to do in the future. I mean, I definitely want to do some good to the world, but I have yet to find my place.

My eyes do make visits to museums all the more interesting, however, and my friends and I have made a sort of game to go along with it. Alina and Sophie have a contest to see who can guess the most fakes, and I have a blast giving them clues to which are which. Most items turn out green, but like the town's Natural History Museum, with artifacts from all over the state, there are sadly plenty of false items and probably ones worth barely a penny. Like, one visit we came across a bent old silver spoon, which was supposed to have been found by some old and "lucky" guy with a metal detector, and come from a family of Europeans visiting the States a hundred years ago. The spoon was a dusty brown, and I think it's just a regular spoon that isn't even fifty years old.

Only my close family members, family doctor, and my two bestest friends know the secret behind my odd eyes, and we've even come up with a name for it. We call it, "Mendaciatem Caecus". It's a sort of blend of the Latin words for "truth", "lies", and "blind". It's completely made up, but it was fun coming up with.

Ah

Ahhh this is really good!!!!!!! But really quick, I think you did two Chapter Sixes.....

Caedor took one look at Atari, and sniffed. "What have I told you about eavesdropping, Atari?"

Atari's face turned a brilliant red, and she mumbled something under her breath, then turned back towards the fire. Caedor was always telling her not to do this, and not to do that...but she supposed it was fair enough, after all, she was lucky she was standing there this very moment at all. If Caedor had had it his way, Atari would be back home, back at boring, no fun home.

She'd snuck on the wagon, dreaming of adventure and battles and fun, but so far it was just as boring and _____ as it would be back home. They'd been travelling for weeks, and nothing interesting had happened. No trolls, no goblin encounters. Not even a unicorn sighting! But Atari was determined. Caedor was not going to shrug her off, she was going to fight something, even if it meant going off on her own. Atari's eyes brightened with a twinkle that only came about when she was planning something that would surely end with her dead as a doornail, and something else awful happened, but, of course, she didn't think about the 'little old cons'.

YAY

Ooooooooooooh

:D I'd read it!!

Ohhh okay, lol thanks!

Hmmmmm....

Maybe a story about the 'Mage' growing up? Kind of like 'The Graveyard Book' by Neil Gaiman, so it shows the character getting older, first starts when the 'Mage' is really young, getting ahold of powers, etc etc.... I dunno, just a thought

Ahhhh I seeeeee ohhhh I love it so muchsomuchsomuchsomuchsomuch

Ahhh her father - but but but...............

Ahhhhhhhhhhh I'm gonna die I need more!!!!!!

O.O Wowzers...that'd make a purty epic story, Emmeline...

@Julane, I probably asked you this before, but it's been a while, so what did you use to make those covers??

Huh...

ah well

O.O

Mwahahahaha- wait what??

Ahhhh it's absolutely amazing!!!! MORE MOREMORE!!! :D :D :D

+wipes away tear+

I'm so proud.

XDXD Sorry Kamiko, but my whole writing life is dedicated to driving you insane. +innocent shrug+

Same!