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Sooo I began searching 'i hate it when' then a letter or two, and these are what came up... (shakes head at google)
"i hate it when c" BECAME "i hate it when chinchillas eat the universe

"i hate it when v" BECAME "i hate it when voldemort steals my shampoo

"i hate it when r" BECAME "i hate it when jesus rides dinosaurs in my house"

"i hate it when some" BECAME "i hate it when someone throws a walrus at my grandma"

Look them up for yourself! Tut Tut Tut google...

okay thx

lol

So, me and Alice decided to use the board game 'Forbidden Island''s tiles and give ourselves a set time to write about the picture on that tile. I can't find that good of images, but here are some and I will point out which are the ones we wrote about..

Anyway, here goes...




The first story is about the tile called 'Breaker's Bridge', and is the tile on the very very bottom, left tile in the pic. (first pic)

First person's story:
I walked up to the abyss. Looking down, I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut. It went down for miles before I could see the bottom. In front of me stretched a long, wooden bridge, which looked a little too unsturdy to my weak stomach. It, too, seemed to stretch on forever, into the towering cliffs in the distance. I gulped and took the first step.

#2:
Panting, I ran across the bridge, my silver hair streaming out behind me. A roar also from behind me urged me to run faster, but once I reached the end of Breaker's Bridge, I stopped. And then I turned around, pivoting on my toe, and cut the rope, letting the bridge drop into the misty chasm. Along with, of course, the monster.

The next pair is on the tile called 'Coral Palace' and is located in the pic second row from the bottom, second from the left. (first pic)

#1 (a poem btw):

Spirals of pink stone reaching into the lighter pink sky,
Blue gems embedded in them,
Surrounded by walls of black stone,
Ringed by cotton candy water,
Glimmering,
This is Coral Palace,
This is my home

#2:
I looked out of the window for the fifth time, tapping my fingers impatiently on the side of my leg.

He was late.

I turned away from the window and flopped down on the sea green couch, sighing loudly. But after only a few seconds, I leapt to my feet and scampered back to the window. Looking out into the pinkish mountains, I groaned. The sun was setting already, and he should have been here hours ago.

Alright, so this last pair (so far) is based on the tile 'The Howling Garden' located in the second pic, very bottom tile.

#1:
As soon as I entered, I'd wished I hadn't. The roaring winds pulled at my hair and stung the backs of my eyes. Even the four animals circling the gale didn't look joyful to me anymore. Leaves whirled around me and I was afraid I would be sucked into the little tornado at any moment. I could feel the tugging at my hells, the pulling at my arms. It wanted me to join the circle. The four wolves' eyes glowed red and I closed mine own. I was ready. I had to be.

#2:
The wolves weren't always made of leaves.

Once upon a time they were living, breathing animals, capable of great feats, and, of course, kind. It was the standard of Hollow to be kind. But, of course, not everyone was.

"Effie, you gonna come or what? Come on, we wanna go, so yes or no?"

Effie looked up from her book with a start.

"Um..."

Of course, she hadn't been listening. Well, actually she hadn't even noticed her older brother, Calik, enter her room.

Calik shook his head and sighed. "Whatever - have fun doing...whatever it is you do." And with that he withdrew his head and closed the door.

Effie carefully bookmarked her page, and set the book down on her bed. She sat up, and looked around. She had a nice, cozy bedroom - a little small, but her walls were decorated nicely with drawings of other places and the weird creatures that inhabited the outside world.

Of course, Effie had never actually seen what it really looked like, but before Grandfather had passed away, he would tell the kids stories before bed, stories of his travels outside the gears and beyond the ticking.

Effie had always been the most interested in these stories, while her brothers would squirm in their seats, throwing anxious glances at the door, and whimpering softly, she, Effie, would sit in awed silence, completely still, and listen intently. After every story, she would copy it down as best she could in her little notebook before bed, so she could always remember them.

Now that Grandfather was gone, she opened the notebook more than ever. But by now she'd read them so many times she nearly had them word for word, and often just opened the book to trace the pencil lines and imagine she could breathe in Grandfather's scent from the pages.

Charlotte Lancaster (female)

Kaedric Camry (male)

Fable Rotavele (female)

Here I'll post characters that I come up with for later use!


...or just characters from my stories I want to work on...


NO STEALING PLEASE

XD well thanks!

The Minstrel's Daughter

The Gilded Gale

The Midwinter Mage

If Yesterday Could Speak

Sparks of Ice

The Invisible Ships

Here I'll post random book titles I find or come up with that I like.


Feel free to use some, I don't mind! :)

Tut tut tut

BAD brain, BAD!

WHY DID YOU STOP KAMIKO START AGAIN RIGHT NOW I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Effie was a quiet girl, who preferred silence over chatter, books over people. She was a quiet girl. Her brothers all were rowdy, explorative children, like their parents, but Effie was...different.

When it was time to rewind the clocks, Effie stayed behind, curled up in bed with a good book inches from her nose.

When it was time for supper, and when Daddy got home every night, Effie stayed in her room while all the boys ran, whooping to greet him.

When it was time for the eldest brother to go out on his own, find a new pocketwatch...Effie was still at the door to greet him, except she kept scanning the page of her book every so often.

Effie wasn't a badly behaved child, oh no. She laid out her napkin on her lap and kept her elbows off the table at mealtimes, didn't slurp her soup, washed behind her ears, didn't steal from the cookie jar... Oh no, Effie was the picture of a perfect child of a clockworker... Except for her love for reading. Reading wasn't considered all that healthy in those days, and especially when it was what one did with the majority of one's time.

So, naturally, like any clockworker parent couple would, Effie's parents got worried for their little daughter. And, as she got older, and began reading more complicated books, about geography and birds and planes and cats, their worry only grew...