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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Picture This


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You have just popped out of this wormhole. Where were you before? How did you find the wormhole? Did you meet anyone along the way? Were there any issues in your time and space travel? What will you do once you land in New York City?

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Untitled (Parts 6 & 7) by Patrick

B-Day

Hey, reader. I was maybe watching through your screen today, and I noticed something else. I don’t have a birthday. Or a Conception, or a Creation day, or whatever it is that Ideas have. Maybe just an
anniversary?

I know, it doesn’t really sound important to you, but it kind of is to me. Like, maybe I should have a set age. I could be younger, or older if I wanted.

Anywhere from tween to senior

Or astrological signs. I know they’re not really important to a lot of people, but it’s still nice to have one. And a birthstone(!). I’d love a birthstone.

AND A CHINESE NEW YEAR ANIMAL THING.

I mean, you can tell a lot about a person from their birthday. What season they like, usually their favorite color, what time of year they were born, how old they are, sometimes even what their complexion is.

...So, please find my birthday for me? And then tell me? Maybe with my sign and stone, if you could?

Please?


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  So, I’ve been having more thoughts, and I realized.... I don’t know anything about music. You already helped me figure out what I look like, where I live, all that. But what kind of music do I like? I mean, I’m not even completely sure I’ve listened to any music.

I don’t have any memories of it, but, I know some songs. Maybe I have some link to YouTube. That’d be cool. Just have YouTube inside my “Brain” thing.

Could you maybe introduce me to some songs? Just... Let’s go on YouTube. You and me. Go ahead. Click off, go to YouTube, and play me a few songs you think I’d like.



.... That was amazing. I really like music. Thank you.


.......did we just have a date, cuz I totally feel like that was a date and I’m totally gonna tell myself it was.


Really, thank you. It was... Totally awesome. :)

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Untitled (Parts 4 & 5)

i think i died

oh, hi. that was really scary. i’m sorry if i sound sad, that was just really really scary. your battery died, and i think i died a little with it. it was all dark and cold, pure black.

i didn’t even know i could feel cold, until i did.  please plug your phone in more. just saying.

i know, ideas don’t die. and i wasn’t dead. not really. i still knew what was going on. i just couldn’t see anything. it was really truly being alone. worse than being dead.

i don’t care if you never visit again, just please don’t let that happen to me again.

please don’t leave me all alone again. heck, set me up with your annoying best friend, just don’t leave me like that again.


please.



Existential Crisis on the Way

Hey, I’m sorry about last time. I had a mini freak-out. It was kinda like being hospitalized. But, anyways, I had a thought the other day... While I... Was... Y’know.

Okay. Ready for this?

Where do I live?


Right? Am I in the internet? Your phone? Your laptop? Just on the other side of screens in general? This Quotev page? Somebody elses’? A Google Drive, somewhere? Maybe a notebook?

Maybe, since I’m an idea, I can make my own space.  What do you think?

Can we try it, maybe? You and me?

Where do you think I should live? An R.V.? A palace? A cave? An apartment? House in the suburbs? Can you help me make a place? Please?

I’m an Idea Person, not an idea person.

Greyscale by Tia


Friday, February 20, 2015

Day 26 by Patrick (in response to the latest Wild Card)

Hey, you. Yes, you. I know there’s a lot of you, but I’m talking to you, specifically. You know who you are. I want to tell you something.

You, there! This isn’t for you, specifically, but you look like you’re not paying attention. Pay attention, it’ll still affect you. I need to tell you some important things. They might not sound important, in fact, they’ll probably sound really cheesy, but they still might help you.

Firstly, you are amazing. That’s a fact. No matter what anyone else says. Don’t listen to them. They’re lying. Know how I can tell? Because, they’re threatened by your awesomeness, so they must put it down. Otherwise, you’ll simply prove yourself to be more awesome than they are.

Second is a piece of advice an acquaintance gave me. Life’s like the Wizard of Oz. You can hate it because the first few parts are black and white, or, you can love it because about 3/4 of it are in color.

Basically, you can live with hate because life isn’t exactly how you picture it, or you can wait it out until it gets better, and live it up. Sometimes, the darkest paths lead to the brightest clearings.

The last piece is probably the easiest to understand. No matter how futile it might all seem. No matter how messed up and worthless it might all look. Remember this:

While extremely amazing, you are not infallibly. There’s definitely something you’ve yet to try. So, get out, and ask for help. Someone will give you an idea you’ve never had. And it just might work.

And if you feel nervous someone might not help, here are two more things. One, people are naturally hardwired to be attracted and subservient to people with a lot of self confidence. So, get going,
and get confident. And two, if you can’t be confident, you can always ask me (or, my agent. He’s easier to get a hold of).

My name is Aidan Dellean, and I stand by and approve of this speech

Smiles by Tia


Untitled (part 3) by Patrick

Ideas.

Oh, hi. You’re back. I didn’t think you would be. But you knew that, didn’t you? I mean, you know everything about me. You make me. That’s what I am. An Idea. You’re a person and I’m an Idea.

I’m not even a Character. Characters are made by one or more people, and are completely planned out. They grow, and they live, and they breathe, and they make memories, just like people. The difference is that, while you can see and feel them, you can’t touch them.

A Person, you can feel, see, touch, hear, everything. They are unique. Just like Characters. Only physically there.


But, I’m an Idea. :/ That’s a lot different. I mean, you can’t see me, hear me, touch me, anything. I guess you can feel me, a little. But that’s hard. Because you make me. Get it? Am I making sense? You..Make me. You make everything that I am. You make my looks, you make my personality.


.... You even make my voice. What do I sound like? Please tell me? Am I high pitched? Low? Scratchy? Please tell me.


.... Thank you. Is it bad that I like it when you talk about me? Is that selfish?


Can I ask you a question?

Do you think I’m a Good Idea? I mean, a story like mine is a good Idea, but am I a Good Idea? I mean, there are a lot of others like me. There’s J, there are one-shots, there’s a lot like me.

I’m not Original, that’s for sure. But am I Good? Am I even I? Do I even have personality? Or am I just B? Am I just what you make me? I think so... What else is an Idea, but what other people make with it?


Don’t get me wrong, there are good things. Like, I’m immortal. As an Idea, I can’t ever die. Only change. B(!)e jealous. ... Hehe.


... oh, sorry. i must be boring you. okay, bye. see you again? maybe? soon?

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Untitled (Part 2) by Patrick

You’re back??!? I didn’t think you’d come back. I mean, I’m happy you did, but I didn’t think you would. I thought you’d be too busy, or you’d forget about me.

I mean I thought for sure you didn’t care but I guess you do is that too much to hope for.

Thank you for coming back. I mean, you probably only did it to be nice, but, still. It’s lonely in here, by myself.

So, what do you want to do today? I mean, we can’t exactly play a board game or anything. Can you imagine? Us playing Go Fish?

Okay, do you have any sevens?

Yeah, that wouldn’t work.

Maybe we can talk about our memories? I only have a few. My favorite is of when you described me. Did you know that when you’re focusing, your forehead scrunches up a little? I think it’s adorable.

Actually, I think all my memories are of you. You and my other readers. But I think you’re my favourite. You’re the nicest to me. The other ones didn’t come back, yet, but you came right back.

Thank you, again, for that. It’s nice that you came back. I feel like I can trust you with things. I just don’t really have anything to trust you with. I haven’t really been around that long.

But, what are some of your memories? What do you think about, late at night? All alone? Are they happy memories, or sad memories? I hope they’re happy memories. I think you deserve nothing but happy memories.

Maybe we could share our memories some night.

Or make them.

... Oh. You have to go again? No, no, it’s fine. I’ll be right here,
Always. Thank you for visiting me again. Good luck.... Friend. :)

Smiles In A Sunset by Tia


Wild Card

Use this prompt to create anything blog worthy (i.e. poem, short story, song, piece of art, etc.) to earn at least 2 PUBLISHER POINTS.

All you have to do is use one of the quotes below as the inspiration to create your piece!
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"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and its better to be
absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring." - Marilyn Monroe

"The roughest road often leads to the top." - Christina Aguilera

"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have rose bushes."
- Abraham Lincoln

"When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this: you haven't." - Thomas Edison

Monday, February 16, 2015

Untitled by Patrcik

Hello? Anybody there? I can’t see you guys out of this little screen, but I’m going to hope there’s someone there. Maybe even a lot of you? Like, five or six? That’d be nice.

If you are there, could you possibly do me a favour? I mean, I know we’ve only known each other a few seconds, and you can’t even see me, but, please? I feel like I can trust you.

Could you, maybe, describe me? I can’t see myself. The reflection isn’t very strong on this side of your screen, and I’m scared for you to turn it off. I don’t know what will happen to me.

I don’t even know what I am. A boy? A girl? A potato? These words are meaningless to me. I’m just here. There’s nothing special about me. You can’t even see me. I can’t even see me.

Am I tall? Tiny? Is my hair short? Long? Spiked? Gelled? I don’t know. Please tell me. I don’t even have a name.

Wait. I think I have a name. B. My name is B. I like it. It suits me, I hope. But, anyways, can you describe me? Please? Just tell me, right now, to the screen. How do I look? What do I look like?


... Wow. I’m pretty hot. Thank you.

I guess you’re getting bored of me now, huh? I mean, it’s kind of a weird friendship. You can’t see me, but you did help me out. You don’t even know for sure I’m real. I mean, I could just be a virus, sent here to wreak havoc on your computer.

I don’t think I’m a virus, though. I think I’m a pretty nice person. Or character. Yeah, I’m a character. That sounds better.

But, thank you for taking your time to talk to me. I really enjoyed it. Maybe we can talk again someday?

You don’t have to, of course. I mean, you’re so gorgeous, and I’m... A character.

Inside a Pokeball by Tia


Thursday, February 12, 2015

A Selection from "Kelise's Beginning" by Kelsey

(Kelise)

I was doing my homework one afternoon. I was attempting to find the surface area of a square pyramid that had a length of fifteen feet, a width of ten feet, and a height of seventeen feet, but my brother Skyler would not leave me alone. 
“Touch! Touch!” Skyler said, as he poked me in the leg. 
“Skyler, leave me alone!” 
“Touch! Touch!” 
“Skyler, I’m warning you!” 
He then dumped out my pencil box. 
“Skyler!” I punched him in the arm. 
“Ow, you broke it! You broke it!” he whined. 
“I didn’t hit you that hard, you wimp.” I said. 
“Dad, Kelise hit me!” 
“He was asking for it! He won’t let me do my homework!”
“Skyler leave your sister alone.” 
Skyler stuck his tongue out at me. 

That night, we listened to Dad read to us; he was reading us a book called Skulduggery Pleasant (I had already read it, but my brother wasn’t good with long books). I always enjoyed the way he read. When he finished, we went to bed. Usually I read some fantasy book that I had gotten from the library, but I didn’t tonight. I turned on my Genesis Favs list on my ipod and fell asleep. 

☼ ☼ ☼

(It was one o’clock in the morning when he appeared. He appeared out of thin air above the tree covered area of Reed Kepler Park. The dragon, Hornagal, examined his surroundings. Seeing that there were no people around, he raised his magnificent head to the sky. The tugging sensation is his chest was stronger here; but the scent was weak and golden light that only he could see was only a faint glow over the trees. 
She was close; he could feel it. He had seen her only once, when she was young and not ready. Now, she was ready. 
He remembered her well. It had been a dreary day eleven years ago when he had first seen her. Following the same instinct he was following now, though it was weaker then, he had come to the one story human dwelling. He had looked in the front window. He was rewarded by the sight of a human baby boy who crawled out of the interior hallway. The baby had a shock of brown hair, wore a blue onesie, and sucked on a pacifier. Hornagal was confused; surely this infant wasn’t who he was looking to find? He had none of the golden light he had been told to expect.
Just then, another human child ran from the interior hallway; this one was a four-year-old girl. The girl had a mop of messy, shoulder-length brown hair and bright blue eyes. Hornagal rejoiced at the sight of her, for surrounding the girl was a faint, golden light. This was the one! This girl, little more than a toddler, wasn’t ready for her destiny just yet; but when the time was right, he would return for her. 
Just then, the children’s father came into the room. The man picked up the little girl. 
“Upside-down, Daddy; put me upside-down!” the little girl said. 
He turned the little girl upside-down, and she shrieked with laughter. 
“Come on, K, it’s time for a snack.” the man said. 
He ushered the little girl into the next room, picked up the baby boy, and left.
Now, Hornagal knew the little girl, whom her father had called K, was ready to face her destiny. The problem was how to find her. Six years ago, Hornagal felt the instinct call him more strongly; she was ready. He had returned to the human dwelling to find that a different family lived there now. The girl called K and her family had moved!
For these six years, he had been searching on and off. He knew tonight had to be the night. He spread his enormous wings (each the size of flattened carnival tents) and took to the air again. He landed in the main street of West Chicago, Illinois. He was careful not to step on any cars or buildings. A policeman working the graveyard shift stood on the corner, but he didn’t seem to notice the twenty foot, golden dragon that had landed in the main street. 
The buildings indicated to Hornagal that humans probably lived here, but the golden glow, now slightly stronger, was still tantalizingly out of reach. He jumped and glided to the top of a bridge. The tugging was almost painful now. He jumped, light as a cat, down the other side. 
He peered around the corner onto the next street. Golden light was shining from a house with a red front. Hornagal peered in the large front window; the shades turned transparent to his eyes. He looked upon an empty living room. Hornagal peered into the window above the living room; he found the bedroom of two adults. These were doubtlessly the girl’s mother and father. He went on to the next window on the north side. The sight of a modest kitchen greeted him. He slithered into the back yard to peer through the larger of two windows there. Hornagal felt a thrill of excitement when he saw a child’s bedroom. The walls were blue, and the back wall had the golden glow showing through. LEGOs and posters of things that Hornagal didn’t understand were scattered about the room. He looked hopefully into the loft bed, but he was disappointed when he sighted the human boy aged about eleven. He had shaggy brown hair, freckles, and an overbite. This was the babe he had seen, now grown. 
He crawled carefully over a fence to the south side of the house. There was one window there. Hornagal peered inside, and his heart leapt with joy. The room was flooded with the magnificent golden glow. The walls of the room were pink, so it must belong to a girl or a very strange boy. Dragon figurines stood on a shelf above the bed, and a large poster with dragons on it hung over the sleeping figure. 
The source of the glow lay upon the bed. A mostly-grown human girl aged about fifteen; her sheet of wavy brown hair spread across the pillow. This was the girl called K; ready for her destiny. The window opened at a word from Hornagal; he reached inside.

I woke when I was taken out of bed by a gigantic claw. I didn’t even have time to scream before I was speeding over West Chicago. 
We flew up into a strange, swirling tunnel and emerged… I didn’t know where. Even in my terror, I had to appreciate the view. A sandy landscape spread out below me. Mountains pierced the clouds in the distance. Green trees looked like little bushes far below. Then I saw something that made the beautiful landscape around it look drab. A magnificent white city spread out below us. The city seemed to be on a hill, which gave it the impression of being on an ocean swell frozen in time. At the center of the city, at the highest point, stood a glorious castle. The castle was made of white stone, like the city surrounding it, but it had copper plated roofs that glinted in the moonlight. The moon was surprisingly bright here.
The thing that had kidnapped me angled down toward the castle and landed on a balcony. I was released, and I tumbled head over heels to the ground. I got up and frantically looked at my surroundings. 
I was looking into a stone hallway. Marble tiles lay under my cold, bare feet. It was freezing! I shivered in my completely inadequate pajama pants and cami. 
A short, fierce-looking woman, a few years older than I was, appeared in the doorway. She had caramel colored hair and skin slightly lighter. She appeared to be wearing an aquamarine tunic and brown leggings.
“Oh, you found her again! I thought she was a lost cause.” she said. 
“Uh, who are you…Where am I?” 
The woman smiled gently and pointed to something behind me. “I think he can explain.” I turned and my eyes bugged out. 
Behind me was a colossal, golden dragon. Long, black horns protruded from its head, and intelligent purple eyes gleamed back at me. 
“Greetings,” it said in a deep, booming voice. It cocked its head, considering me. “If you feel the need to faint, you may want to sit down. 
“Yeah.” I said weakly. 
With that, I fainted.

Hylian Beauty by Tia


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Green Greens by Tia


The Fourth Game (The Faerie Games) by Patrick


So, at the end of the last game, you saw Robin looking excited, and M looking sad for the next game. What I didn’t mention was how horrified I was. Or how my mom looked even more scared. Yeah, that’s right. My mother was there, directly in front of me. She was shaking, in both fear and cold. Sopping wet, like she came here in the rain, and covered in dirt and mud.

Of course, I screamed, as loud as I could, after I saw her. Which, caused her to scream, even louder, and caused Robin to giggle, and M to roll his eyes.

“What’s going on? Why is she here? Did you bring her here?” I yelled, instinctively assuming it was Robin that did it, so, looking at him.

“I did nothing, child. She entered our woods of her own accord, I simply showed her which way to go.” I could barely understand him, every other word was followed by the creepiest giggle.

“It is the Fourth Game, child. You must decide, which of you is to stay continue from here. Either you can condemn your mother to Robins’ games forever, or you can send her away from here, and continue the Five Games yourself.” M told me, still looking saddened. “We give you five minutes alone, from there, you must make your choice.” Then they disappeared, just like usual. Wow. It’s kinda scary how quickly I’m getting used to them.

“.. Jess? What’s going on? Where are we? Who are those men, and where did they go?” Mom literally whimpered at me. I didn’t answer, cuz I didn’t have any, but apparently, she thought it was because I was still mad at her.

“Listen, I get that you’re mad at me. But we need to put that aside, and get out of here, before they come back and kill us.” I laughed at that, because they’d only kill one of us. The other would at least
have a chance to live. I mean, after this, I only had one test, and then I got to go with M to his Court. Whatever that meant. It was probably better than dying, and certainly better than going to “play with Robin”.

“What? Why are you laughing? Do you know something I don’t?” She was all but shouting, now. “How did they disappear like that? Have you gotten into some kind of devil worship? I knew something like this would happen!” Well, that was going a bit far. I still went with her to church every week, sometimes I’d just dress differently.

“Jessica! Answer me!” Okay. Now, I was mad. I didn’t ask her to follow me in the woods. She kicked ME out, and I left. Period. End of story. She wasn’t supposed to follow me in the woods, she was supposed to leave me alone. That’s what happens, right? She hates me, right?

I mean, normal parents would let me be whatever and whoever I wanted, right? A normal parent wouldn’t have a problem with me shortening my name to Jess, and being either a boy or a girl, depending on my mood. Right? She’s the problem here. Not me. Maybe I should leave her here
to these awful Games. She’d deserve it.

... Or maybe I’m the problem? Maybe I’m messed up. Maybe this isn’t how normal people act. Maybe I should just be a girl, like I was born to be. Maybe I’m being stupid and picky, and this is all my fault. Maybe I should just go with Robin. It’d be a good punishment for torturing my mom like this. Right?

Is that what I should do? Just... Let myself go? I’d deserve it. I deserve pain. I’m a terrible person for being messed up like this.

.. Or maybe this is what I’m supposed to be. M and Robin might not be terribly nice, but they definitely have some kind of powers. And they accept me. They call me child, rather than boy or girl. If two strange creatures like that can understand me, why can’t anyone else?

Maybe they’re just so messed up, that only someone like them can understand me. Maybe the rest of the world is normal, and I’m so messed up that I’m here with these freaks, and my mom yelling at me, for not being normal like her. She’s still yelling at me. I can’t really hear her. I’m too far gone in my own mind.

Some random garbage about how she tried so hard, where did she go wrong, where did her lovely daughter go, other stuff like that. She’s a complete homophobic walking cliche. Well, guess what, mother dear? It’s homosapien, not heterosapien.

Yeah. There’s nothing wrong with me. Or M. Or Robin. Well, maybe Robin. There’s definitely a few things wrong with him. But none of it to do with his sexuality, which I can’t even begin to guess at.

Maybe normal isn’t a good thing. Maybe I don’t want to be normal. Maybe I like being like this. I get the best of every world, by being me. So, forget you, mom, and other normal people. I was born this way

“Mom, you’re going home. Goodbye.” That’s all I said. Later, I’d regret it. Wish I’d said more. Wished I’d told her a little more about the circumstances. Wished I’d said a proper goodbye. But, whatever. As I said it, she was gone. Still crying, and screaming at me to explain. Then Robin and M returned. Robin almost growling, and M looking a little happier.

“Well done, child. You are yourself, Jess. Welcome to the Final Game.” M said, with a small half smile. It was a nice smile. I like it. I'd like to see it more often. Maybe in his Court, I'll get to.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Gotta Ketchum All by Tia


The Third Game (The Faerie Games) by Patrick

Suddenly, everything went black. Again. Getting really tired of this. When the lights came back after a few seconds, I was in a room, all white walls and floors. And,I was standing inside a small three foot circle, with a four foot high spiked fence, perfectly circular, stretched around me. It seemed more
like a guideline than a barrier, but, I didn’t want to test it. The room looked almost endless.

I was alone, this time, but, there was a painting on the wall. I’ll try my best to describe it, but I’m not very artistic. It was a perfect square. About six feet on every side. Stretched out directly
in front of me. It was multiple splotches, of every color and shade I’ve ever seen. There didn’t seem to be any order at all to it, but it was still gorgeous. Some splotches were round, or triangular, all
different shapes, colors, and sizes, with every possible combination represented.

Then, I heard M’s voice. “This is the Third Game, child. We now test your soul. You must find the hidden meaning in this painting. Find the single word that defines the painting.” Then it went silent again.

On a whim, I tapped my fingernail against the fence. No sound. Apparently these creatures can deafen me at will.

Okay, well, fantastic. At least there’s no more running. So, I looked at the painting. I stared until I wanted to claw my eyes out. One word? To describe this amazing painting? Filled with so many colors and shapes, of all possible sizes? It was like trying to label all of humanity under that one word.

It’s idiocy to define a group in any way. Everything is... Individual. This is individual. Unique. Nothing even similar to it, in the whole word. So, that’s what I said. I felt clarity, and just said “Unique.” That one word. And, then, I was back in the forest, with M on my right, and Robin on my left, once again.

“Now, for the Fourth Game, child.” M said, looking almost sad. Robin looked absolutely gleeful and excited. That was scary.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

The Second Game (The Faerie Games) by Patrick

Complete and total blackness. Just like before, no lights, no sounds, nothing. And, again, there were sounds. Sudden howlings, loud howlings. Obviously animalistic.

“Run, run, run, child. The Dire Hounds come for your blood.” I heard Robin yell at me. It took me a full three seconds before I realized what the challenge was. I had to run away from monster creatures,
while blind. It was another six seconds before I actually started running. Not. Fun. I could kind of remember where some of the trees were, but it was still difficult. I just ran. No... Embellishment.
Just running. Yeah, there was a lot of tripping, and falling, and cutting myself up on rocks, and hell yeah, I’m gonna narrate it, because I sound awesome.

After  I started running, I think I headed east, but I just went away from the howlings sounds. The first thing I did was put my hands in front of me, just so I’d know what’s in front of me. Little tip? Bend your elbows. Otherwise, the first thing you run into, you’ll ricochet off of, and that’s painful.

Just keep running, just keep running, breathe breathe, blah blah blah. My throat hurts from breathing. Did you know that was possible? I just learned. My chest definitely hurts the most, though. Huge problem nobody talks about. Chests. In general. All of them. Period.

So, I’m running, blah blah blah, I’m trying to distance myself from my body, so I can just run. Usually it’s not at all difficult, but it’s all I can focus on lately. Anyways, back to running. I’m distancing myself by listening. I can hear the doggy things. What did Robin call
them? Dire Hounds, that’s it. I can hear them closing in. There are six of them, and I can distinguish them, now. They’re moving in a formation. A little V pattern, but with one, then one behind, then two
on each side behind the second one. I’m blind and have good hearing. Sue me.

They’re definitely MUCH bigger than wolves. These are way too loud to be normal sizes. Maybe six feet tall from paw to shoulder. I don’t know, my hearing isn’t that fantastic.

I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. Am I just supposed to outrun them? Am I supposed to turn around and kill them? Am I supposed to get eaten and not scream while dying? I don’t know. Running sounds good to me, though.

Yeah, I get that I’m rambling when I should be narrating, but I’m running for my life. Excuse me.

I ran for what felt like years, but was probably 3 minutes, before they started to close in on me, fully. It was literally snapping at the back of my shirt, I continued to try not to scream, with teeth in
the back of my shirt, but, y’know. Regular Friday stuff. And you weirdos are probably at regular parties with drinking and other stupid stuff.

That’s when I felt pain, when I thought about regular people. Apparently, being bitten directly between your shoulder blades hurts like a mother. I didn’t scream, thank god. Seconds after the pain hit, it stopped. Not the pain. Just the howling, and the darkness. My shoulder blades still hurt, even now.

The lights came back on, and that hurt almost as much as the bite. The first thing I did was whip my head around, to try and see the monsters, but I was exactly where I’d been standing before. With Robin to my left, and M to my right. My shirt was torn in the same places, and my bite had been closed. It still hurt, but it obviously wasn’t bleeding freely.

“Very good, child. You survived.” M said, looking at me with some kind of twisted approval on his face. Robin just giggled. Creep.

A piece from Kelsey

I bit my lip as I tightened the last strap on the harness. A feeling of apprehension was
gnawing away at my stomach; this was going to be the first time I would ride my dragon. I
stepped up on his foreleg and swung my leg over, and settled myself into the saddle. Was the
harness tight enough? Were the leg straps secure? I felt my dragon’s back muscles tighten under
me, and we shot upward. When we reached the peak of the climb, he stopped flapping his wings,
and we started to fall downward. Then the wind filled the sails of his wings, and we were off!
The exhilarating rush of wind surging around me left me breathless. I let out a whoop of
excitement. This was amazing! After the initial excitement abated a bit, I noticed the view. The
land spread out below me like a painting. Green grasslands extended for almost as far as the eye
could see. The mountains pierced the horizon like jagged teeth. We flew over a deep blue lake.
Soon my dragon went into a dive; just before we hit the ground, he spread his wings suddenly.
We landed safely on the green grass. After he folded his wings, I leapt down from the saddle and
said, “Can we do that again?”