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Prompt # 6: Changing Places

So, I kind of changed how I worked this prompt, a lot, so it took me some extra time. Hopefully, soon I will finish editing my pieces for the next two prompts and get them posted. Once I catch up, and others catch up if they can, I will post the next challenge, if everyone is obliging.

Not Everything Changes

Prompt: Changing places

Character: Merah  Story: Fairy Tails (Temporary title)


It's funny how life can change all at once. One day, I am laughing and genuinely enjoying eating dinner with my mother, father, and little sister, Annika. The next day, she is missing, I am freaking out, and my parents seem resigned to everything. I was filled with anger and I couldn't figure out what was wrong with them, other than that they just didn't love Anni. Furious with them, I stormed out, but now, I know the truth. They were not concerned with finding her because they already knew what had happened to her and were forcing themselves to be okay. They knew that she was somewhere safer and that if she were to come home, her life, and our lives, may be forfeit. Knowing this, I regret that the last time I saw them was with hatred in my heart; right before I ran away, I stormed through the house and I know that my parents could feel the waves of emotion radiate from me. Everything is different. It all happened so fast that I have no time to react, but if I were to stop, I would weep for my parents. Not only have they lost one daughter, they have now lost both. The same forces that even now are searching for my sister, are hunting for me, for reasons beyond my control. Just because I was born as the next Little Red Ridding Hood, they take offense and would rather see us dead than have to deal with that.


Even in the large SUV, I feel too enclosed. Outside, rain is pouring down, but I press my body against the cool door longing to be outside again. What would have happened if I hadn't tried to run away to my grandmother's house that morning? If I had waited for a few hours, if I had tried to talk to my parents, would I be home even now? Even the knowledge that I was traveling to be reunited with my sister does little to  quell these feelings of anxiety and loneliness.  I couldn't even say goodbye to my parents before I left. Being stuck in this car with  a stranger and a wolf, I am left with nothing to do but reflect on recent actions within my own mind. The more I remember, the more I realize that hindsight really is 50 50. Why my parents never wanted me to visit with my grandmother all by myself; why I was forbidden to wear the gorgeous red cape that my grandmother made and remade every Christmas since I was about 4; why my parents always warned me to never travel into the woods adjacent to the neighborhood park, even though it was the perfect short cut to my grandmother's house. It even explains why these warnings increased after Annika went missing. They were terrified about losing me.


I don't know if they always knew that fairy tales are reborn into every few generations, or if they knew who Anni and I really were, but their fears feel so much more genuine now. I'd always just assumed that they were just being overly protective, especially for the small town that we lived in. Anni even with all of this, I can't do anything. I can't go back in time and change what I did. I can't go back home and talk about this with my parents. I am powerless. I guess I always have been, but when I was walking through the forest, I felt like nothing could ever happen to me. This was my domain and my sanctuary. I don't think that I can ever walk in a forest again without remembering all that has happened.


It is so dark outside, between the new moon and the heavy storm, that they only light originates from the occasional bursts of lightning streaking across the sky. Diane glances at me through the rear view mirror, and she tells me that we are almost to the motel where the others are hold up. Soon, I will be reunited with my sister, but the future is so hazy that I cannot rejoice. I vaguely wonder how Anni dealt with this situation. I at least know that, even though I am leaving behind my parents, I will see her again. I won't be alone, but she didn't have that. She had no way to know that I would be following her. Diane had told me as much that if she knew who I was when she came for Anni, I would have been taken as well. Then again, Anni has always wanted to see more, so maybe she was glad to be getting away from home?


Within several minutes, Diane exists the freeway, into a town I have no idea the name or location of, and drives the short distance to the motel. As I get out of the car, the rain somehow manages to fall even more and I just stand next to the car allowing the rain to seep into my clothes and down to my shivering skin. In the back, I hear Diane wrestling with the wolf, who is refusing to get out of the car. I can't tell who is more unhappy with this situation, him or me. The door to the room right in front of the car opens and a man peers out at us. Numbly, I wonder if he is one of the people I'd heard wants to kill off the fairy tale characters, but I did nothing. From under his outstretched arm, a caramel blonde head popes out from behind the wall. Anni pushes past him and runs out into the rain with me. She hugs me so tight that I realize she has been feeling all the same things I'd been going through just moments before. I hold onto her tightly, my head wedged between her head and shoulder. Behind us, I could hear a man's voice as he works to help Diane pull the wolf out of the car, but all I can focus on is whether Anni can tell the difference between the cold droplets of rain, and the warm tears falling on to her shoulder. Barely above a whisper, so faint I can hardly hear it over the roaring thunder, Anni says into my ear, "Not everything is going to change." With this, we are ushered inside to the unknown. 

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Challenge #7 Prompt

 Well, I'm gonna actually post 7 & 8, because 8 isn't, like, writing a story. 

Prompt #7

Prompt #8
Outline a character's story from start to finish. Include as many or as few details as you like. Go by year or by chapter or by scene you have planned in your head or whatever. It can be as loose or as tight an outline as you like.

Hopefully that'll be enough fuel to keep you occupied on 750words!
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Jess Entry - #6 Changing Places

 Love Lost
They took down another group, barely breaking a sweat.
Leo and Ayura were a two-man demon annihilation team, having now killed hundreds of demons between them. It felt good. It felt like they were making a difference. And so, riding that high, neither of them noticed in time. The portal opened beneath their feet, clawed hands grasped their ankles, and the pair was pulled down to the depths of hell before they could even react.
Leo awoke first, chained to a stone wall in what felt like a castle dungeon, Ayura chained next to him. Before them stood a demon. Not surprising, given what had happened to them. The demon before them appeared to be male, making him an older or stronger demon than what they usually encountered. Ayura stirred next to him. Without taking his eyes from the beast before them he whispered, "Ayura. Ayura! Wake up."
Ayura's eyes opened, giving him a sidelong glance. "They got us, huh?" She said.
"Indeed girl. We have you." The demon replied for Leo.
Leo glared at him. "You shouldn't be able to take humans from the Living Realm. What are you doing?"
"As with anything, there are exceptions to the rules." He paced in front of them, relishing his position over them. "For instance, for individuals who tip the Heaven-Hell balance in favor of one side or another. You may remember the Priest, Grant Troy? He was one such. He destroyed so many of us that we were granted cosmic permission to take him and subvert him, to tip the scales back in our balance. And so it is with you two." Leo swallowed hard. He didn't like where this was going. "Together, you have killed enough of us for the scale to take notice. We've been granted permission to turn one of you to even the scale. Now, Father Troy was rescued before he could turn all the way, so we're taking a different approach with you." He pulled out a glowing red sphere, approximately the size of a marble. "Contained within this is a spell which I found, locked away in an ancient tome in one of our deepest caverns. One of you WILL be a demon before the night is out." He smiled darkly. "Out of kindness, I'll let you decide between the two of you who will be turned and who we'll return to the surface." He stepped back against a wall. "You have ten minutes."
Leo glanced at Ayura, fear gripping him. Her eyes locked with his, her brow creased with worry, her eyes reflecting the same fear he felt. There was no way out of this. They both knew it. No rescue would come in time and there was no escaping the bonds, much less fighting their way out. One of them would not go home. Ayura spoke first. "Leo..." She closed her eyes, taking a breath. "Leo. I have to-"
"No!" Leo interrupted. "After everything you've been through, I can hardly leave you here to endure yet another nightmare. I am a Templar. This is part of the battle my family has fought for 800 years. It should be me."
Ayura shook her head. "No. If not for me you never would have ended up here. It's my responsibility. Not only that-"
He cut her off again. "You always do this. You can't take everything on all the time. It's not your responsibility. I made the same choices."
"Leo, try to understand. It has to be me."
"No. Ayura, I love you. Let me protect you."
Ayura grit her teeth. "This isn't about protecting! Don't you see!" The chains rattled as she punctuated her words with gestures. "Don't you get it! I can't survive it a second time!" Tears tumbled down her cheeks. "Don't you get it?" She repeated, her voice softer. "I love you too. I do. But I can't lose you like I lost him." Her voice trembled. "I wouldn't survive it. I'm not strong enough."
Leo stared at her, feeling tears spring down his own face. He looked into her eyes, wishing he could take her in his arms and escape this nightmare. "I don't think I'm strong enough either." He whispered. "I can't just go back up there and live without you. How am I supposed to live a life that you aren't there for?"
"I survived it once. You can too. You're strong Leo. Stronger than you know." She reached for his hand, just trying to touch him. "Promise me that you'll live. Promise me that you'll have a life." She hiccuped a little. "It doesn't have to be right away. But don't let me hold you back forever."
"Ayura. Ayura." He just spoke her name, over and over again, not sure what else to say.
 The demon came forward. "Have you decided?"
Ayura nodded, swallowing hard. "It will be me."
The demon dropped the marble into her hand. "Then it will be you."
Alternate ending! Leo becomes the demon. Maybe one day I'll write it.
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Jess #5 - The Meanest Thing...

She was back. Back from the Mirrorworld. Back home. Everything Jenn had been through in that place, the place of the dead, was still with her. But she was back. 
Simon was still there. He always would be. She couldn't bring him back with her, he was dead. He didn't exist here, he only barely existed there.

But she was alive. She wore the evidence of that on her right arm, which was as it had been within the mirror. Stripped of flesh, muscle, tendons and blood, her arm from the shoulder to fingertips was just bone. Only those magically gifted or who had interacted with the Mirrorworld would be able to see it, but she always would. Her hand held the little bag of tears -of salt. 
She stood, and heard a gasp. Her eyes shooting to the source, she locked gaze with AnnaBritt. "Anna... What are you..."
"Oh my God! What's wrong with your arm?!" She squeaked, sitting on the ground as if she had fallen back, eyes locked on Jenn's right arm of bone. 

"What? You..." She lifted her arm, "you can see this?"

"Eeek! That can't be real, right?" AnnaBritt looked up at Jenn. "...Right? And... You just came out of there, right? Am I high?" She pointed at the standing mirror behind Jenn. 

Jenn scratched her head. Did AnnaBritt see her come through the mirror? That must have counted as experiencing something related to the Mirrorworld. Damn. How was she supposed to explain this? And to AnnaBritt of all people. 

She recalled the last time she had really interacted with AnnaBritt. They had both been vying for Cheer Squad Leader, and AnnaBritt had gotten vicious in her campaign. It hit it's worst when AnnaBritt spread a rumor that she had caught Jenn giving a pair of JV football players head in the locker room after practice. It wasn't true, but suddenly Jenn was getting catcalled in the halls and given the cold shoulder by her so-called friends. Jenn left cheer after a screaming match between the two of them got them both suspended. 

After that, people seemed to stop believing the nasty rumors, but Jenn refused to talk to AnnaBritt. Once, they had been best friends. Inseparable. Now... Jenn could barely stomach looking at her. Apparently, with her arm as it was, the same could be said for AnnaBritt. 

"AnnaBritt..." She clenched her fist. "Yes, it's real. This," She held up her arm, her skeletal hand still holding the bag of tears she had worked so hard to get, "this is me." 

"That's.." AnnaBritt turned away, vomiting. 

"Yeah, that was my reaction too." She turned to look at the mirror behind her. She was a sad shadow of herself. What was she supposed to do now that she was back? She grabbed the sheet from the floor and threw it over the mirror. She didn't want to risk ending up there again. 

"AnnaBritt? Are you alright?" She would have to explain, wouldn't she? 

AnnaBritt looked at her, eyes wide, trembling. "How? How can that be real?"

Jenn sighed. "I was pulled into another world, a world where the dead reside. It cost me to pass through. It cost me this." She lifted her arm. "Most people won't be able to see it, but you saw me pass back through, didn't you? Because you saw that, you'll see my arm as it truly is. Sorry. I know it's gross."

"The mirror... Yeah. I was here to get a gift for my dad, looking around, when I saw this mirror light up and you came through, looking like that... How did it do that? Is it evil?" Her eyes were still huge. 

"Is it evil..? Maybe. I guess it might be. Last time, it activated because there was a guy who came in..." Jenn shuddered, remembering the man who had tried to rape her here, in front of the mirror. How she had grabbed an antique sword and struck it through him, how the mirror had been splattered with blood and come alive, pulling both her and the would-be rapist in. He was already dead, but she ended up trapped in a world of dead while still living. And then she had met Simon.... "And some stuff happened, so it pulled us in. I covered it up, just in case." 

"So, the mirror came awake, did it?" A voice came from behind her. Turning, she found herself reunited with Andrew, the owner of the antique store, and her former boss. 

"Andrew. So you knew? You kept something so dangerous out?" Jenn was incensed. 

"It's just an antique mirror. Or at least, it was. I don't know what could have changed it. In any case, you should call your parents. You've been missing for a day and a half."

Jenn was aghast. "Only a day? Really?" It had been so much longer inside the mirror. Months. And now she was back, torn up, different, but the world was the same. Jenn looked at AnnaBritt. "Don't tell anyone about this. Not that they'd believe you, but just... just keep it a secret, will you?" Then, to her boss, "Sorry Andrew, I quit." She walked out, to her home, to a bath and a warm bed and her family. She didn't know what to tell them yet, but with a single, bloody night, the trajectory of her life had shifted. Nothing would be the same. She would never be the same.

Unedited. I'll go through it later and clean it up. Admittedly, not my best work. I know pieces of what I want to happen in this story, but connecting the dots is harder than it usually is. Somehow, I have to get AnnaBritt pulled in so she can get a cool black and red eye. Somehow. 
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Prompt # 6

Here is the next prompt; interpret it as you will.

Changing places
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Prompt #5: Meanest thing anyone ever said to you

Misery Loves Company

Prompt: the meanest thing anyone has ever said to you

Character(s): Mercy and Judith  Story: Seven (temporary title)


Judith's Tale

To this day, I still don't get how he found out. I sure as hell didn't tell him, and I am just as sure that Mercy didn't tell him either since she is justifiably terrified of him, though she doesn't know just how terrifying he can be. Besides, I hadn't seen him in... months? years? I can't even remember, so let that be the judge. I got a call from one of the staff that my father was home and that he was 'requesting my presence'. As if I had a choice! So I'm thinking, well, whatever. He probably just wants to yell at me some for my 'lack luster' grades and my 'poor attitude', like he does EVERY time he is home for more than an hour or two. So when I did get home, only like half an hour after when I was told I needed to be home- which is like basically on time, if you are me- I was a little weirded out that all the lights were off and none of the staff were around. But anyway, so then I went to my dad's office, cause, of course, he was going to be there- where else would he be. I was right, and... I wish I had been wrong. I wish that he had been called away again like so many times before. I was used to that disappointment a long time ago and I could have handled that. But he was home.


I knocked on the door, as I have been so well trained to do so, and when his gruff voice barked for me to enter, I turned the knob and walked in. Before my eyes could even like adjust to the sudden light, I was seeing literal stars. My cheek stung and I was sure it was already hella red and swelling. He didn't even give me the chance to ask what the hell was going on before he started to yell at me, worse than ever before. He was calling me a whore, just like dear old mom, and that I couldn't possibly be his real daughter. With each biting word, he delivered a matching slap to my face. Tears were streaming down my face, and I refuse to believe they were in any way emotional- getting hit hurts physically and tears are bound to happen. He assured me that there was no possible way he had a daughter who was a fag. I nearly lost it and would have yelled at him that it would have been better if I wasn't his daughter, but... I couldn't. Just before he left again, he demanded that I not only break up with Mercy but that I am never to see her again.

Never one to be good, I was tempted to ignore him and continue to be with her, but I was chilled to the bone with his parting words: "If I hear anything about you continuing with this disgusting behavior, I will kill you." I had never heard this level of threat from him, and worse... I believed he meant it.

Mercy's Tale

Judith had been absent for the last week or so, and I was starting to really worry. I mean, it's not like she is a very dedicated student, but this was pushing it, even for her. And even if she wasn't attending school, she would still text me or come see me, but I still hadn't heard from her. Ever text I sent was ignored and when I tried to surprise her with a visit, I was shooed away at the door.


On the day she finally returned, I was so excited and relieved. I wanted to see her and hoped that she would be able to explain exactly what happened. I rushed to the front gate and I noticed that her face was a little swollen. I thought that she might have been sick or something, but that didn't explain why she wouldn't at least text me or let me know. I ran up to her like I have done a dozen times before, and I expected her to wrap her arms around me and hold me close. She didn't. Instead, she pushed me. My back hit the pavement and pain coursed through my whole body.


"Judith, what's going on?" I was shocked. I couldn't believe that she had done that. She had never hurt me before.


"Oh, sorry, Boo." A sneer was plastered on her face and each word came out coated with malice and sarcasm. "I just didn't want you anywhere near me. It's disgusting."


I couldn't comprehend her words, thus I was left on the ground, gaping up at her. "What is?" I asked on autopilot.


"You are. I mean, really?! You thought I liked you? Maybe even loved you? Two women together is just disgusting and I couldn't hold up the ruse anymore. I've been vomiting for the whole week at the very idea of it."


Now, I could barely see her through the tears falling without any control. "I don't understand. Where is this coming from?"


"This is just who I am Mercy. You are the freak." And without another word or gesture, she sauntered off to class like it was any other day. I then became aware of the fact that we had had an audience, a group who were now whispering, and I just knew that word of this would flood the school. The person I loved... love has just publicly destroyed me. And I still didn't know why. 
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Prompt #4: Open Spaces

 I Want More

Prompt: Open Spaces

Character: Annika    Story: Fairy Tail (temporary title)


The sun gently warms my head and shoulders as I walk under its light. I am thankful that the day isn't any hotter, lest the joyous warmth becomes a burning heat. As it stands, my arms are already feeling the strain of the weight of several large books within my grasp. This can hardly be helped, however, as I am on my way to the library to return them. I sigh as I remember when I first checked them out and the librarian patronizingly asked if I would be able to read all these 'very big books' by the due date. I had, of course, assured him that it would be no problem, but he had responded with only a dubious look proving that he was far from believing my assurances. I know that I should be quite accustomed to this treatment, and yet I find that regardless of the frequency this kind of occurrence arises, I am still equally unprepared to respond.


I am pulled from my thoughts by some off my so- called peers playing a game of basketball across the street with one of those hoops that children love. They are laughing and pushing each other, that is until they see me. The fun stops when I come into view and they point and talk to each other in what they think of as quiet whispers. I know what this town thinks of me. I am an oddball. At school, I have many nicknames, none of which are particularly flattering. I am known as Bookworm, teacher's pet, or even just that freak. And all this merely because I find it easier and more fun to read books rather than banter or gossip with my friends. That is if I had friends. The closest I have is my sister, but even then she isn't like me. She has some friends and she will run off and engage in activities I never would.


My father tells me that this is merely one phase of my life; that everything will change when I enter college. He claims that I have simply matured faster than those my same age, but I have my doubts. I am not implying that I think myself superior to all others my age, but I think there may be some form of a phenomenon within this small town which forces sensible teens to become reckless in a very veiled attempt to blend in and fit in. I, on the other hand, am not one to change myself to be included. And for my 'indecent arrogance' I am ostracized.


I can't imagine that I am missing all that much, so I am not bitter by this treatment. At least at home, I am treated normally. This was my normal life, until recently. Everything changed when the most popular guy in the whole school suddenly took notice of me. I can't tell if he is joking or if he has seriously developed a new crush for me, but I wish he would move on sooner rather than later. I don't have anything against him in particular, but he is content to stay as he is and never straying far from home. This is not a life I can envision for myself. Ever.


I can't help but want more. I want to travel and see places that no one in this town could ever dream of. Meet new people, learn new languages and facts, sightseeing in the great travel centers of the world. Add an adventure along the way, and I shall live with no regrets. Perhaps along the way, I will find a place that calls out to me; one where I feel I truly belong, but my current situations are most certainly not that place.

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Cali is a lazy butt: here is prompt #5

 Cali is being lazy and taking FOREVER to do her tarot stuff, so I am posting her prompt for her. Her prompt is:

The meanest thing anyone has ever said to you
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Prompt #3: Story Based on a Song

Harder to Move On

Song: How Does A Moment Last Forever (Montmartre) (From "Beauty and the Beast")

Character: Hope   Story: Ending Eternity


My only thought as I walk is: I can't do this. I can't do this. Why am I doing this? What keeps me walking is Aaryn, Diana, and Melody standing beside me, acting as my strength and motivation. Cobblestones have made way for tar and cement. Simple shops and grand mansions have made way to modern stores and cookie cutter homes. Nothing is the same and I can't help but to wish it was at the very least more similar. This was my home, but more than that, this was my whole world. My human eyes never saw anything but the London of my memories; a London I shan't ever see again.


But perhaps that is not true. Every time I close my eyes, whether I wish to or not, I can see it. I see my home, my family, the lamp lined streets. I sometimes wish that I could forget. This may sound strange, I know, but it is true. Perhaps this is because, even though I can see the home and the people I love, this isn't always a good thing. When I close my eyes, particularly at night, I see the darkest times of life; times I should have been there with my family, but I couldn't. Days after I turned, I watched from the shadows as my family and friends wept as Denny was placed in the ground. Years passed and then I was again forced to bear the pain of watching my sister cry as my parents were placed to rest. My heart nearly broke both times, and I couldn't breathe through the gaping hole in my chest.


However, the day my life ceased to have any meaning whatsoever was the day my sisters died. We were triplets, born together, and we spent every day of our lives together, until the hated day. I was saved the pain of having to watch either Faith or Chastity mourn the other because they died together. I had rather hoped they would stay together forever, so at least that wish was granted, but I missed out on so much.


After my sisters died, everyone I knew, everyone who knew me, was gone. If I walked down the street, no one would notice or greet me as a friend. I felt so alone, even as I watched my nieces and nephews weep as I did. But they did not know me, and I did not know them. I had never even met the men that my sisters married.


How can a life go so off kilter? One moment, I am looking at a simple, but happy life. I would be married to my best friend, I would raise our children, and watch as my children played with my nieces and nephews. But one decision changed everything. Thousands of emotions pass through me as I remember everything that was, everything that wasn't, and everything that might have been. Being back in this town brings everything back.


I heave heated breaths as I berate Denny for trying to be a hero. Was he trying to impress me by investigating the noise that Marcus made? Was he just too kind hearted to ever walk by someone that may be in trouble? Couldn't he just act reasonably for once in his life. If we had just kept walking, we would have made it home and nothing would have had to change.


But then sadness sinks in, and I remember what not changing would have meant. Denny loved me. Really loved me. And I never knew, and I don't think he would have ever told me. If he had lived, I would have done my duty and married him, just like my parents wanted and expected me, but it would have been nothing more. I don't know that I would ever have grown to love him, not as he loved me. He deserved more from me.


As I think this, I start to wonder what the world may have been like if Marcus had killed me and changed Denny. Would he agonize as I had? Or better yet, would he have moved on in a way I never could. Would he have found new love faster than I had?


Diana slides her hand into mine and grasps tightly, dragging me from my thoughts of solitude. Lost in thought, we had reached our destination. Overhead, a sign labeled this spot as one of the oldest mortuaries in London. I take a deep breath and walk across the threshold onto the grass and weave my way through the dead. As if it were only yesterday, I quickly find the stones marking Faith and Chastity's graves. The stones are more aged now, the names faded and forgotten by almost the whole world. I kneel between my two beloved sisters, their children's children on either side. The past may be easy to remember, but it is harder to move on. But sitting here, for the first time in several lifetimes, I feel at peace. Sitting here with the descendants of my sisters, I know they are still here with me. It may not be much, but it may just be enough. 
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Current Standing

So do we want to continue with this? I know everyone's been busy with other things so I understand if it has to stay on the backburner for awhile still. I'm just kinda itchy to exorcise stories from my head.

Here's the current list btw:

#1 - Character info

#2 - Tarot card(s)
Jess - first attempt
- Second attempt
Cali - Adoption
Rishi - Paige 

#3 - Song
Jess - Devil in the Mirror
Cali - 
Rishi - 

#4 - Open Spaces
Jess - Cinders 
Cali - 
Rishi - 

#5 - The meanest thing anyone has ever said to you.
Jess - 
Cali - 
Rishi - 

#6 - Changing Places
Jess - 
Cali - 
Rishi - 

#7 - Heat
Jess - 
Cali - 
Rishi - 

#8 - Outline a character's story

Jess - 
Cali - 
Rishi - 
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Jess Entry #4 - Open Spaces

As per my usual habit, this is unedited. A little piece of my take on Cinderella.

Cinders often ventured out onto the manor grounds, sometimes to look for mushrooms, sometimes for firewood, sometimes just to get away from the calls of her mother and sisters. The old stone building was perched by the road, and backed into a forest once owned by her stepfather. Some had been sold to neighbors since his death, but there was still plenty of wildland to satisfy the girl. Her usual walk started at the front gate and took her along a well-worn path ringing the property. Once in the forest there were a few variations to keep the walk interesting but the path always let out back by the road. 
Today was bright, warm sunshine beaming down with little breeze. Cinders' favorite sort of day. She had already cooked breakfast and lunch, swept the floors, and hung the laundry on the line when she picked up her little mushroom basket and headed out. 
The air cooled as she entered the shaded woods, passing the grove of weeping beech trees, careful not to tread on the forget-me-nots growing along the edge of the little dirt path. Birds chirped happily coaxing Cinders' to join them, singing the song her stepfather used to sing to her and her sisters. It was a song to protect travelers, he had told them. Cinders had never had the occasion to learn many songs so even though she wasn't a traveler, and in fact had no intention of ever leaving Hallwell manor, it was just about the only thing she could sing. "And as the sun sets~ The light breaks across the sea, leaving its trace on my dearest memories…" There were not mushrooms today, but some wild onions caught her eye and she deftly snipped what she would use for dinner tonight using her fingernails and placed them in her basket, continuing her song. "The wheels turn and turn, taking me someplace new each night, as the sun sets, as the sun sets~" 
As she neared the front gate once more, following the edge of the property, a voice startled her. "Dear child, you have a lovely voice." Cinders jumped, startled, and looked behind her through the spaces in the fence at what appeared to be a small, withered beggar woman, walking along the road. "Oh I'm sorry child, I didn't mean to frighten you," she smiled gently, showing her rotted teeth.
"No, I didn't mean to start, I didn't realize there was someone on the other side of the fence is all." Cinders replied. The beggar woman chuckled, which turned into a coughing fit. Obviously she wasn't well. "Madam, wait right here, I'll get you some water."
She put her basket down and ran across the weedy lawn to the kitchen's back door, retrieving a tin of water and grabbing one of the dinner rolls as well. She could go without tonight, she knew her mother and sisters would not. 
The beggar was still there when she returned, passing the tin of water first, then trading it for the loaf of bread. "Sweet child, I can see this manor has fallen into disrepair. Surely you haven't bread to spare."
"We do just fine. Please take it, it was baked fresh this morning." This woman had likely gone some time without a meal, and Cinders knew what it felt like to go to bed hungry. 
"Do you know how many homes I passed on this road, looking for a kindhearted soul? You fetched me water without me asking for it, and even brought me a meal which will likely cost you yours." As she spoke, her skin, wizened and cracked with age, began firming as wrinkles vanished. Her hair lengthened and turned from white to thick honey, and her back straightened, making her taller. "As you can see, I am a faerie, and I have searched for someone deserving to grant a gift to. You are the first to show me kindness. What do you wish for?"
Cinders stared. Before her stood a beautiful, fair-haired maiden, adorned with a golden circlet and gossamer, ethereal wings where a filthy, half-dead beggar woman had stood. She knew magic existed, she had seen it only once before in her life when her stepfather brought a crystal that could show you things happening far away home before selling it -- but to see real faerie magic happen right in front of her was beyond anything she had ever expected. "Well child? Whatever you wish I can give you. Freedom from the slave girl's life you live? Wealth? Love?"
Cinders didn't know what she wanted. She had dreamed of escaping her mother and sisters, but had always laughed it off. Was that what she really wanted? What would happen to them without her? What about the animals? What did she want?
Her mouth moved before her mind had settled, voicing her deepest desire. "I wish for a friend."
The faerie tilted her head, surprised by the wish. "You are too kind for your own good. You could get away from here. But a wish is a wish. I will grant it in three parts. First," she reached out and dropped a seed into Cinders' palm. "The flower which grows from this seed will give you what you want. Second," She waved her hand and a beautiful golden locket appeared at Cinders' neck. "It will open when you need it to. Third, because you give so much of yourself for others, I am placing a shard of magic inside you," she pointed her index finger at Cinders' chest and a strange sensation struck her for a moment. "Magic works for different people in different ways. For some it withers and vanishes, for others it grows, making them stronger. Every person has some magical affinity. I look forward to seeing how yours manifests." And between blinks, the faerie vanished. 
Cinders spent some time staring at the fence before reaching down to pick her basket back up. Inside was the sprigs of wild onion, a tin cup, and a small loaf of bread. Her hand went to her neck, where a sparkling golden locket hung.
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Challenge prompt 4 - Open Spaces

 I dunno if you guys are up for continuing, but I have the writing bug so I think I'm going to go ahead and put up the next prompt: 

Open Spaces
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Jess Challenge 3 - Devil in the Mirror

 Devil in the Mirror - Black Veil Brides
"Ooooh~ I can't take it any more~
Every day feels like a war!
The Devil in the mirror
Screaming that my heart is flawed
I'm never gonna let you win.
No I will not surrender
Even if I start to fall
I swear to you I'll rise again!"
Veronica gripped the sink, turning her knuckles white. How had she come to this? She looked up at her reflection, seeing pieces of the person she had been a year ago. The same hair. The same jawline. The same lips, nose, chin. Even pale and dripping with sweat, those features were the same. But her eyes were different. Her smile belonged to a stranger.
She knew what had changed things. Dracul. He had made her something new, something terrifying, and despite her resolve not to become like him, it was happening. How did he fight it? How did he keep himself from doing the kinds of things she thought about constantly? She knew his mind housed the same nauseating thoughts hers did - after all, her mind was the product of his.
Today she had reached a breaking point. On her way home, she had passed a lemonade stand. Two industrious little kids selling homemade lemonade. But as she passed by the thought struck her. How would it feel to drive her arm into the little girl's gut? To get blood up to her elbow and pull her insides out? To gut her and leave her for the carrion?
She had run to the nearest restroom and thrown up. Sick to her stomach, sweating and panting over the sink, Veronica made the decision. She wouldn't be the person her body was pushing her to be. She wouldn't cross that line. But to keep it from happening… How could she stop it? She locked eyes with her reflection and let her demon skin take over. Seeing her eyes go red, horns emerging from her skull, her skin turning inky black… This was the reason. She was a monster. She was a demon. Her soul was still hers, but every other part of her was tainted. Her body - she was staring at the evidence right in front of her. Her mind - that she could think about killing people, that every day the thought of doing so invaded her mind… Even her heart was working against her, needing a conscious reminder of why killing was wrong, the reasons she couldn't do it.
But every day she got a little closer.
Every day the reasons not to mattered less.
Staring into the face of a demon, only one solution presented itself that didn't involve her dying. It was simple, really. She would have to leave.
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Writing Challenge #3 Prompt

So, I guess it's my turn to come up with another prompt. So here it goes: Write a story based off of a song (either your favorite song, a song that inspires you, or even a song that is stuck in your head).

P.S. Sorry I wasn’t able to post it sooner, but I crashed in a bad way this weekend.
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Writing Challenge #2


Writing Challenge #2

I used my Angel deck for this because it works best for creative endeavors.

Card for Inspiration: Ace of Fire- An exciting new opportunity! Change your life now!

Character: Paige, my tarot RPG character

They don’t understand why I’m leaving; why I have needed to leave for a long time. My family is more than content to live the rest of their lives in the same quiet village; a place where the most exciting events among the gossiping townsfolk are announcements of a wedding or the news of a birth. I need far more excitement in my life than a home, a family, could ever provide; a fact I’ve known since I was little and stealing my brother’s wooden sword and playing at fighting ogres.

I only packed a few belongings. There was little that I wanted or needed for the voyage that I have laid before me; the life of an adventurer is best when one packs light. I of course  carefully packed my two most precious possessions, my discus weapons Fate and Destiny. I said farewell to my room, and the only life I’d ever known, and left to start a better life with all kinds of twists and turns.

I thought about saying goodbye. I really did, but who? My father, who is completely unaccepting of the fact that I’m different and who tried to scare me into being like everyone else? My meek mother, who may have thought better of my father’s treatment of me, but was too afraid to speak up? Any of my siblings, some who are already following in the footsteps of my parents and the others sure to follow the same path? So family is out, and who in the village would I ever care to see again? Instead, I left in the early hours of the morning. I am determined. I’m going to find monsters and villains; I’m going to have a blast’ and when I die, I’ll have seen the world, I’ll have lived, and I’ll die doing what I love, not in a village filled with nothing but regret. I had just entered a village and I was so lucky. There was a fight going on between the King and a random party of people. I immediately ran into the first fight, my first real one that I have been training for my whole life; I kicked ass, but they didn’t.

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Jess Challenge 2... Again - Tears

Here I go again. Same reading as before. Focus on the romantic pair, the Magician is conflict, so maybe a mentor character is a problem or one of the characters feels like they have to control everything. The theme is love (or maybe choices 'cause the Lovers).
Finally her hand wrapped itself around the old leather pouch. Jenn had worked so hard to get here. Five trials, each harder than the last had stood in the way of her path home, but now it was in her grasp. "You retrieved them then?" A voice came floating into her head. The Queen of Dreams. A door opened beyond the pedestal in the air, ostensibly created by the Queen to bring Jenn back. The once extravagant dress she wore was in tatters, her hair disheveled, her bone hand now extending up to her elbow. But the Tears of the Damned were hers. Jenn could go home.
She stumbled through the door, limping slightly. The room she entered was the same she had left, still decorated with the remnants of their elaborate meal. "Jenn… Don't…" Simon was collapsed on the floor by his seat, barely conscious.
"Simon! What-"
"Well the poor boy's been poisoned. A shame really, do you know what happens to the dead when they die here? Their souls lose their sense of self and well… You saw them on your way here right? The Lost?"
Jenn swallowed hard. She had seen the pale, vaguely human shaped ghosts spotting the landscape, always standing before a mirror, staring endlessly at the reflection of what they had become, trying to remember who they were. Simon had told her that because a soul can't be destroyed completely, they are robbed of their identity and left as empty husks. Simon couldn't… "Oh, but he could." The Queen read her mind. "Really, it's up to you. If you want the cure, you'll hand over the Tears."
So that's what it came to. Simon's life or her way out. If she stayed, she would die as her flesh continued its rot up her arm and engulfed her. Her hand, wrist, and forearm were already reduced to bone. Would she end up like those skeletons she had seen on her way here, the bodies she had pillaged her blade and map from? There weren't other Tears out there. The trials she had completed were the only way to receive them. But Simon… She couldn't leave him to face life as a Lost. 
Precious time slipped away as Jenn stood, frozen. Save Simon or save herself. How could she choose?
"He doesn't have much time left. Choose. My hand or the door." The Queen of Dreams had always had an ulterior motive, they had both known that. But this...
Losing Simon would haunt her forever. Her vision blurred from her own tears, her decision made. She stuck out her dead hand, bone fingers wrapped tightly around the pouch containing the Tears. "The antidote, please."
"Don't…" She heard Simon wheeze.
"Good choice dear." She dropped a vial into Jenn's good hand as the pouch slipped into her own. Immediately Jenn ran to Simon's side, uncorking the vial and bringing it to his lips. Tears dripped from her eyes as he drank it down, color returning to his face as he did so.
She cradled his head as she whispered his name, stroked his face, held him close. Either way she lost.
Behind her, the Queen cackled as she opened her prize. Jenn turned to watch, heartbroken. She would die here, in this unfamiliar world, slowly and painfully. The Queen reached her hand in, lifting a bit of the valuable contents out. Suddenly, her gloating smile turned to a piercing scream as she flung the fingerfull  of Tears in Jenn's direstion. Jenn shot up, surprised enough to let Simon's head plunk against the ground. She had been told that the Tears could get her out, but she had no idea what they actually were or what they could really do. Nor did the Queen, apparently. She was shaking her hand -the one she had dipped into the bag- screaming, crying. "It burns! It burns! You little bitch! What did you give me? My hand! What did you do to my hand?!" The pouch had dropped to the ground, somehow closing itself before making the fall as the Queen brought her hand to her chest, trying to stop the pain.
Jenn bent for a closer look at the bit that had been thrown. She picked a few grains up with her bones, poking a single grain with her good hand. "It looks like… Salt. It's a bag of salt?" The Queen was clutching her hand against her, cradling it. Before she could think of what to do, Simon was up, recovered and running for the precious bag. The Queen looked up as he reached her, a ferocity in her eyes that made Jenn's blood run cold. Without thinking, Jenn swept up what she could of the discarded Tears, running to Simon and the Queen. The Queen fingers wrapped around Simon's ankle as his own hand wrapped around the pouch. He looked back at her, terror coloring his eyes as they locked with the Queen's. Jenn saw her chance, throwing the sprinkling of tears into the Queen's face. She tumbled back, screaming once more, her grip loosening enough for Simon to slip away, sprinting away, taking Jenn's hand without stopping, and running from the Queen, her castle, and the nightmare she had wrought.
A little romance, a difficult choice, a Magician-like figure... I think I nailed it! Also I hope you guys like my characteristic unromantic romance. That's how I roll.
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Jess Challenge 2 - Tarot

Okay, my post is going up! I wrote this on my phone and haven't proofed it so... Please excuse any typos.

Why would I pull one card when I could pull 2... or 3.

Here's my spread
1. Focus of the story
2. Conflict
3. Overarching theme
2 of Cups - Love
I The Magician - Character unwilling to relinquish control
VI The Lovers - Focus is on the paring
That's literally what came up. 2oC and The Lovers. Defiantly a romance. But who to write…
Ayura stuck her blade through the throat of the last one hard enough to get it stuck in the concrete beneath. Demons were getting too bold, coming up in small groups to "persuade" humans to sin or give up their souls. Whatever they could do to get more bodies through hell's gates. She stared at the creature for a moment before wrenching her shortsword back out, frowning as she wiped the blood from it. This wasn't what had happened last time. Demons hadn't been much of a problem before. Something was wrong, she just had to figure out what. She sheathed her sword, planning to take a closer look at the demon she had killed. Any clue would be helpful at this point.
"You beat me again!" A young man's voice rang out from behind her. Startled, she turned towards the voice, knowing already who it was as she remembered their first meeting.

The silhouette of a man stood in the doorway of the warehouse. "You…" She couldn't recall his name. "Uh…"
"It's Leo. Leo Julian Rodgers the Second." He said as he walked toward her. No wonder she forgot his name. "And you're the Seer."
"And your name is…" He had tried this last time.
"None of your business." Dressed in a black hoodie with a black scarf tied across the top half of her head, Ayura had gone through a lot of trouble to hide her identity. There were people who couldn't know what she was doing, specifically, her mother.
"Huh. Thought you'd say that. Worth a shot." He was a young man, not yet filled out with dirty blonde hair and -admittedly- striking blue eyes. He wore the same armor as before, a silver chest plate with gold trim, a metal visor and coat of arms. He looked like a modernized medieval knight. "Your dog isn't with you today?"
"He's in a business meeting." Ayura said as she turned back towards the demon corpse, kneeling down beside it to get a better look. No horns, genderless, and lacking eyes. Only the third detail was unusual. She grasped it's face, turning it this way and that. No eyes. Not gouged out eyes, just smooth face where the eyes ought to be.
"That's not normal... Of course, demons rarely are, but even for a demon..." Leo had come over, looking at it over her shoulder.
Brows furrowed -not that Leo could see her brows- she mumbled agreement of some sort, a thought striking her. "The others." She stood and walked over to another corpse, noting Leo approaching the third. She had to flip the body over, but again, no eyes.
"This one doesn't have eyes either!" He yelled from across the room.
"Nor this one." She said loud enough for him to hear. This was... Bad. Ayura hadn't experienced this before and she should have. Events ought to be the same, the only things that changed were her, Kael, and Maria. Nobody else knew, nothing else should be different. But these demons spoke to something new, something in need of investigation. She needed new resources.

Walking back toward Leo, she asked, "You're a Templar, right?"

Leo stood a little straighter and said proudly, "I am."

"Does your family have demon histories?"
He smiled a little half-smile. "Of course."
"Then it's time you knew my name."
That… that was not a romance! Dang it. I'm going to have to try that again, I must have picked the wrong characters to write.

Also, her dog is a wolf, and he really is at a business meeting.
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Writing Challenge #2

Alright, so I haven't finished the first challenge, but I'm almost done - I just have to make sure my personality type stuff is right and then do the tarot cards for everyone - and also I promised Jessica I would post something today because she wants to write.

My challenge is to draw a tarot - or oracle card - and write a short story inspired by it.

There! Done! Sorry the prompt is lame; it's all I can think of right now and I'm too lazy to go get my writing prompt book.
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Writing Challenge #1

So small disclaimer, I am not very familiar with Myers Briggs personality Types, but this is the best guess from descriptions I've read.

Name: Hope Adkins
Species: Vampire
3 Character traits: Nervous, unexpectedly brave, and pessimistic.
Drive: Her protectiveness. She wants to save others from the life she’s lived.
Color: Blue grey
Personality Type: Melancholic, as best as I can tell she’s maybe INTP.
Tarot Card: The Hermit

Name: Dominica Williams
Species: Dhampir (half vampire, half human)
3 Character traits: Family oriented, self- sacrificing, loud mouthed know-it-all.
Drive: Her love for her family.
Color: Bright cherry red.
Personality Type: Sanguine, INFJ
Tarot Card: The Sun

Name: Marcus
Species: Vampire
3 Character traits: Blood thirsty, angry, caring gone bad.
Drive: His heartache, anger, and thirst for revenge.
Color: Black
Personality Type: Choleric, ENTJ
Tarot Card: 2 of Swords

Name: Trix Olson
Species: Temperance of the Seven Heavenly Virtues
3 Character traits: Forced to be mild mannered, but actually has an aggressive personality and fiercely protective of loved ones.
Drive: She wants to be freed from her curse of Temperance
Color: Magenta and black.
Personality Type: Sanguine, ESFP
Tarot Card: Temperance (cursed), 5 of Cups (freed)

Name: Mercy Novak
Species: Human
3 Character traits: Quite, studious, and caring
Drive: She is eager to help those in need, and later her love for Trix.
Color: Black and dark red.
Personality Type: Melancholic, ISFJ
Tarot Card: 2 of Pentacles

Name: Judith Barnes
Species: Human
3 Character traits: Domineering, fearful, lonely.
Drive: She is out to look out for herself with little thought to how her actions will affect others, even people she loves.
Color: Red and dark blue.
Personality Type: Choleric, ESTP
Tarot Card: Page of Wands

Name: Merah Rose
Species: Human
3 Character traits: Caring, spontaneous, and sees the potential of others.
Drive: She seeks safety for herself and her loved ones.
Color: Dark red
Personality Type: Sanguine, ENFP
Tarot Card: Chariot

Name: Anika Rose
Species: Human
3 Character traits: Sensible, studious, self- sacrificing.
Drive: She wants to travel and seeks the unknown adventure.
Color: Light blue and pink
Personality Type: Phlegmatic, ISTP
Tarot Card: Temperance
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Characters - Jess Challenge 1

All characters are from my main universe unless otherwise stated.
1. Ayura Nuun
Human (Seer), Female
Analytical, pessimistic, unemotional
Driven by the need to protect (Altruistic need to protect)
Sea Blue
Queen of Swords
2. Veronica Yarrow
Mixed human/demon, Female
Determined, righteous, bit of a hero complex
Wants to experience new things
Choleric-Sanguine (ESTP)
3. Marindor (King)
Human (20-year stint as a tree), Male
World: Surrin
Unaware, Self-absorbed, flirtatious
Wants to find out why he was turned into a tree
The Fool
4. Karenna Waters
Human (Empath), Female
Introspective, kind, emotionally stable
Wants to help
Turquoise Green
Princess of Cups
5. Melissa Denau
Mixed human/angel, Female
Creative, friendly, a follower
Driven by a desire for interpersonal peace
6. Akon Drakul (Allen Dracon)
Demon, Male
Lighthearted, passionate, destructive
Driven by the desire for vengeance
The Devil
7. Christine Olivet
Nephilim, Female
Apathetic, sardonic, self-conscious
Driven by……………. Uh……. Well… She exists.
Light Gray
Hanged Man (in that she gives no shits. Maybe there's a better card for this.)
8. Sayo Nuun (formerly Eos)
Human (Seer), Female
Avoidant, warm, hopeful
Driven by the desire to live a normal life
Sapphire Blue
The Lovers (has 2 sides and two men. Pretty apt)
9. Miranda Guerra
Lizard/human (gene spliced), Female
Outgoing, sarcastic, talkative
Wants to find her place
Olive Green
10. Lia (Ophelia) Stern
Human (toxic skin), Female
Quiet, sensitive, withdrawn
Drive: to protect her precious few loved ones (Selfish desire to protect)
Dark gray
4 of Cups
11. Leo Julian Rodgers II
Human, Female
Righteous, impassioned, devoted
Intends to destroy all the demons he can
King of Pentacles

Haha well only Marindor isn't from that main universe of this group. I'll keep adding as needed.