CWWC #8 (last one)

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I didn't write the last one, and I have no excuse. 😕 But I'm doing this one. 😃

Loren, thank you so much for hosting this! It was fun. 🙂 I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them. 

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I stepped inside the gas station, greeted by a warn blast of air that melted the snow off my coat and hair. It was empty, not strange, considering this time of night, except for the cashier, a bored looking blonde woman with bright pink eye shadow. 

I walked up to the counter, and she blew a large green bubble of gum, popping it as I reached her. "Whadda ya want?" She asked indifferently. 

"Well, I got lost, and I would like to know where I am please."

"And why should I care? No one stays in the Valley for very long. Why should I help ya leave?"  

"Maybe they would stay longer if you were a little more polite." I muttered to myself. Luckily, she had chosen this moment to pop another bubble, so she didn't hear me. "So, is that this place's name? Valley?" 

"Yeah."

"I've never heard of it."

She snorted. "O'course ya haven't."

I was getting frustrated. "How do I get out of here?"

"There's a freeway exit around here somewhere, probably towards the north. Now listen hon, are ya leavin'? Or are ya goin' ta jabber all night?" 

I gave a small sigh. 

"Thank you for your help." I turned and walked out the door, I could hear her snort again behind me, and the sound of another popping bubble as I opened the door. I stepped out, instantly enveloped in a cold blast of winter wind. I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets, trying to retain some warmth. As I shuffled out to my car, I saw a blurry figure bent over the hood. What? Who is that, and what are they doing to my car? It's my only way out of here! I picked up the pace, but by the time I got there, the blurry figure was gone. The light snowfall has already given my car a dusting, and I see words written on the windshield: we should talk

I stand there, confused. How am I supposed to talk to them, whoever it is, if I don't even know who they are? And if I could find them, how do I know that they aren't really kidnappers? Then I notice a piece of paper tucked under the window wiper. It's a brochure for a hotel, I recognise it, we have one back home. It's large, popular, and safe. There's also directions, it's about 30 miles from here. I brush the snow off the windshield and get in the car, I could use some sleep. And this hotel sounds just about perfect. And if I find that person, maybe I'll talk to them.

Just maybe.   

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Ok, no more writing, don't worry, though Loren has kept me very busy with that. 😄 The next post will either be some pictures of the dolls ready for hogwarts, or Kit's account on where we went. 

Have a beautiful day!

bye,

CWWC #6

Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them.

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A young woman was running. She didn't spare a glance for the sign propped against a tree:

DONT GO IN THE WOODS

As she ran, she looked behind her. People were coming into sight, shouting, carrying torches and swords. The young woman kept going. "I don't want you to find me yet." She muttered to herself. "Preferably never."

She slowed down to a walk, the woods had gotten thicker. There were no birds singing, just an occasional crow. As she pushed past thorny bushes, she grumbled to herself about wearing wedges. "Worst pair of shoes ever." "Why am I wearing these things again?" "I should go barefoot instead." "But then, some shoes are better than no shoes." A snarl tore the air, and she froze. She slowly looked about her, and her eyes lit up when she spotted a tree with branches close to the ground. But then she glanced back at her shoes and looked despairing. They were rather tall wedges, and held on with several buckled straps. Her face said that there was no way she was getting those off in time to climb. Another snarl, and she noticed a pair of glowing green eyes in the shadows. "Oh dear." It didn't matter if she could climb of not. It could climb as well. Then a 'thwap!' and a yowl, and the eyes disappeared as a large animal ran off. The young woman turned around, and saw a young man dressed in green and brown, lowering his bow.  "Ethan!" She cried, clearly delighted. 

"Helen, what are you doing here? Are you all right?" He asked, a look of concern on his face. "Well... I really don't know." She said, looking troubled. "I was at the market, and then I heard the strange horn again, and this time they all decided to arrest me, so I ran, and I'm really tired, these stupid shoes are killing my feet, and what about my family? I don't know whether they're being affected by the strange horn, or if the villagers are arresting them as well..." She started to cry, and Ethan came over and hugged her. 

"It'll be alright," He said, "I'll take you home, and then go check on your family." Helen nodded, her tears slowing. Ethan picked her up, and carried her, while she gazed out behind them, thinking, wondering, and remembering things that only she knew about.

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That was a little short and odd, but oh well. Expect a more interesting post soon! (that is, as soon as I finish reading harry potter)

Bye,

CWWC #5

(come on girls, the shire is winning! step it up!)

*pants*

I'm getting tired

Mentally tired. 😛

But anyway, here's my story.

Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed the pictures where I used them.

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I hurried down the hall, unsure of where I was, or how I got there. I had curled up on the sofa at home, letting my mind wander, and then woke up here. It was very strange, and I wasn't sure whether I was dreaming or not. I had passed rooms full of old book, rooms of odd contraptions, and rooms full of glowing bottles. I glanced into another room and gave a start. 

A young man stood there, blind folded, wrists bound, and what where those on the wall behind him? Bones? Wing bones? No, no, they must be branches. But who would put branches like that on the wall? And then stand in front of them? I shook my head and continued. 

I walked outside and gasped.

The landscape was incredible. Mountains, beautiful waterfalls, and- gulp. And very far fall. And out on a rocky outcrop was a person in a cloak. "All this weirdness," I muttered. "and then there's you."

I did not want to deal with this. I turned, and started making my way down the mountain. It was very narrow and steep, and as I scrambled onto an overhang, I slipped-

I screamed- and I woke up, whacking my head on the floor. I sat up, rubbing my head. Thank goodness it was only a dream.

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That was terrible. 🙈

Well, I'm off. I also won't be back for a bit, so I might miss cwwc #6. But when I get back, Kit will have a post for you!

Bye,

What did you think of my story? Do you think that first prompt is weird? 

Kind of cool, but still really weird. Me and my siblings just binge 

watched most of ninjago season 3 last night. Have 

you ever done something like that?

CWWC #4

Hello girls! 

My birthday is sometime next week, (won't tell you when!) and I get to read Harry potter and the half-blood prince so yaaaaaay! And so I'm re-reading the rest of the series. :) And writing stories, and wishing the weather would either cool down or heat up, just make up your mind already. I also had a dream a few nights ago that I met Jaclynn and Emma, and I was really disappointed when I woke up and it was just a dream. 😛

Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them. 

I'm also continuing from the third story.

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It was my 13th birthday.

I was sitting at the dinning room table, smiling, my family gathered around. I was looking at my birthday cake, a beautiful, light lavender with pick icing spelling out 'you're so pretty' 

After everyone had admired it, my mom stuck the candles in and lit them, and they began to sing. "Happy birthday to you" My little sisters wobbly high voice rose above theirs, and My grin grew wider. I loved my family. I loved my cake. I loved my sister. 

I sat up and yawned, shaking my head to clear it. I looked around the blank cell, which wasn't that bad for a jail. Just incredibly boring. White floor. White ceiling. White bed with white sheets. White door. Locked. It had a small window that looked into a white hall. White walls. Well, not all of them. On one side of the room, was a small white table with a paint set. Whoever had stayed here before had started painting planets on the wall, against a black back round. I got up, twisting my hair into a messy bun, and walked over, picking up the paintbrush. I wasn't skilled enough to finish the planets, but I could fill in the in between parts.

I dipped the brush in the black paint and started touching up where the paint had been spread too thin. It wasn't the most interesting thing to do, but it wasn't boring either. It was so quiet I could practically hear my heart beating. I was about to start humming, anything to interrupt this quiet, when I heard the faint muffled sound of footsteps. I put down the brush and hurried over to the door, peering out of the small window. The footsteps came closer, and then they came into view. The tall pale man, who had locked me up here, followed by two other men, who were keeping a tight hold on someone very small. She lifted her head and I gasped. It was Catherine, my sister! She looked thinner, her hair was matted, and she never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen. 

I've used this prompt before. 😆

Her eyes had that small sparkle in them, that she always gets whenever she's going to cause some trouble. "No," I whispered, more to myself, since she couldn't hear me. "no, Cathy, it's not gonna work! You're to small!" She gave me a glance, and even a bit of a smile, before she went into action. She turned her head and bit the arm holding her on the left, while she kicked the rights man's shins. I heard yells and thumps, but I was gone. I had broken one of the legs off the small table when I had first arrived, but I had not done anything with it. If I broke the window on the door, it was too small to climb out of, and it wouldn't matter that I could reach the knob from the outside, since I didn't have a key or a way to pick the lock. So I had just propped the leg back under the table and waited. I yanked the leg out from under the table and the paints went flying, spattering the room with color, though I didn't stop to look. I ran back over to the door and swung hard at the window. It cracked, and with the next swing it shattered. I was surprised that they still hadn't managed to get Cathy under control, but then, maybe it wasn't so surprising. I reached through the window and whacked the tall thin man on the head with me new weapon. He went down, it was quite satisfying. The other two were harder. I whacked them whenever they came close enough, and Cathy kept kicking and hitting. they finally went down, or at least surrendered. They gave me Cathy the key to my cell, and she unlocked it. Then we locked them in it, and I gave Cathy a hug, while she smiled and chattered about how she knew I was going to find her, and she had nothing eat but mac n cheese and oatmeal for dayyyys, and the books were boring, and they kept asking her where the fairies were, but she wouldn't tell them, and- Wait, fairies? But I shook it out of my mind. We needed to get out. "Come on Cathy," I told her. "Let's go home." I took her hand, and we walked off. We hadn't noticed that the tall thin man had vanished.

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Ok, I think it needs another part. 😆

Have a beautiful day! 

What do you think of this story? Is it weird? I think it should 

have another part, what do you think? Do you ever

dream about meeting other bloggers?

CWWC #3

Hey everybody! 🙋

Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them.

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There it was, the house from my dream. I trudged up to it, a little wary, but not too concerned. I had been dreaming about it for the past few days, and if my dreams were to be trusted, I could find what I needed here.

What I needed was my sister. 

I remembered how she used to cling to my hand and look at me so trustingly, with echos my mother's voice saying "You're her big sister. She's going to look up to you."

But now she was gone, leaving only a feather that looked like it came from a fairy tale.

That's when I started to dream.

I shook off the memories and went up the stairs.

I stepped in the door and looked around. Everything was just like in my dreams, and I knew where to go. As I turned and started walking out of the room, I noticed something out of place from the corner of my eye.

Something was written on one of the bricks creating the white fireplace.

ASK NO QUESTIONS AND YOU'LL GET NO LIES it claimed. I shivered. That hadn't been in any of my dreams, I wondered why.

I shook it off and turned into the main bedroom and scanned the shelves that lined the room. They were full of large, old books, but I was looking for one in particular. I spotted it at the end of a shelf. It was a smaller book, and I had dreamed this part many times over. I pulled it out, this was where I would get my answers, what happened to my sister, how to get her back, and where the feather came from. I placed it on the bed and opened it. 

Oh no.

The pages where burnt, and what wasn't burnt was water stained to be unreadable. No no no, this couldn't be true! I was supposed to get my answers, but my dream had been wrong, and- 

What was that?

I turned around, and saw a tall, thin man standing in the doorway. "Now, now, now," He said. "I did try to warn you. But now I'm afraid, you shall meet the same fate as your sister." I was startled. "You've seen my sister?" I asked. This guy was creepy, but maybe I could figure out how to get to her. He just smiled evilly. "tut, tut, tut." He said. "Ask no questions, and you'll get no lies." I heard footsteps behind me, and everything went black.

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Don't worry, I'll continue it. 😉

I really had no idea where I was going with this story, so it was kind of fun! Like, funner than normal. 😂 

I've got some more photos to drown you with, but not many are about dolls. hmm. I should take one on a photo shoot. Oh! I've also (finally) got a craft I should post. And I feel like I should do another dollhouse tour, what do you think?

Bye,

What did you think of my story? Do you want it to be continued? 

Should I do another dollhouse tour? We've been having a cool 

mini streak, what's your weather like?

CWWC #2

You know, there might be only cwwc posts for a while. 😆 They're so close together! Good thing I enjoy them. 😛 (And you better learn to! 😜)

All that said, here is story number two!

Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I use them.

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I looked out the window of my new room and sighed. I couldn't believe that we'd actually moved! And I couldn't decide whether I was happy about that or not. I was away from my friends, but still within visiting distance, so that was good. The houses were very close together, but that made cool little passages to explore, right? The houses were also kind of beat up, including ours, but they were very fancy, and would make interesting photography subjects. It was grey, and the trees were bare, but it was winter. Things would brighten up in the spring. 

I sat down in a chair ad glanced around my room. I should unpack, but first I wanted to check for secret passages. There should at least be one, there always was in books. I leaned against the back of the chair and closed my eyes. I was tired, and-

I opened my eyes with a start. Had I fallen asleep? I wasn't sure. It didn't look any different outside, but that didn't mean anything. Something felt different, but I wasn't sure what. Oh well, I thought. I decided to go explore outside. I went past my parents, who were busy in the kitchen. I didn't have any siblings, so I slipped out without being seen. I wanted to be alone for a bit. I stepped onto our little yard and looked around. I spotted a cat, staring at me from across the street. I smiled, I had always liked cats, but my parents wouldn't get me one. This cat was a beautiful chalky gray. It turned around and walked into the space between two of the houses. I hesitated, and looked around. There were no cars, and no lights, and no people to be seen. So, nobody must be home. For like, most of the street. Weird. I followed the cat. The ally was narrow, and dark. I couldn't see the cat anywhere, and I didn't want to get lost looking for it. I was about to turn around when I noticed a glow. So I kept walking, and I found a window. A window? On this side? The light was on, so someone was home after all. I couldn't help but peek in. The first thing I noticed were the chains. Stretching across the hard wood floor, lying in loops and piled up in piles. They were attached to an ankle, and the ankle was attached to the rest of a boy.  

He was skinny, and wearing shorts and a T-shirt. His brown hair was messy, and he had bruises on his arms, and a red slap mark on his cheek. He turned towards me, and his eyes were wild. Hurt. Broken. I wanted to duck down but I couldn't, I was frozen, standing there. I shouldn't have been able to hear him very well through the glass, but he spoke clear as day. "Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something."

I was confused, and still frozen. I could suddenly turn, and images flashed in the air in front of me. Four kids, beat up, running. Screams, as three were taken away. One came here. This one. I turned in the other direction and ran back towards home. I ran into the house and slammed the door behind me. My mother walked into the room, drying a dish with a towel.  "Not all prisons are physical. Some carry with you wherever you go." She said. Then the walls blew up, dropping the second story down upon us.

I woke up for good when I fell out of my chair. I had started awake, sure that the house was collapsing, and had a brief view of the room falling sideways...then I hit the floor and realized it was me. I sat up, rubbing my head. Had it really been a dream? I wasn't sure If I was relieved or disappointed. I'd have to find out. Carefully. I heard my mother calling me. I went downstairs, and jumped. My mother was at the door, talking to a woman holding something wrapped in tinfoil, banana bread, from the smell of it. At her side stood a skinny boy, the one I'd seen in my dream. He had no bruises on his arms, no slap mark on his face, no chains. His hair wasn't that messy. But his face was quiet, reserved. Like he was hiding. I thought about what my mother had said in my dream, it wasn't the first time she had said it. She had said it before, when I was awake. My mother introduced me to them, and I smiled and said hello. The boy didn't quite smile back. The woman gave my mother the banana bread, and after they left, I asked my mom who they were. "Weren't you paying attention?" She asked, giving me a funny look. "No, I suppose you weren't. That's our new neighbor and her son, well, not technically. He's a foster care, but her and her husband plan on adopting him." Hmm. That kind of explained it. If the rest of my dream was true, he probably had siblings, but they got split up. Poor kid. I glanced out the window and saw a chalky gray cat sitting on the porch of the house that the boy had just entered. "You should get to know him," my mother suggested. "Make your first friend here." Yes, I thought. That's a very good idea. 

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I'm not sure if I like this ending, but it was the best I could come up with. 😐

I also like the dream, but not a dream thing. 😛

Bye!

What do you think of my story? Did you notice how nobody in it has names? 

Am I the only one who thinks the houses in the first prompt look cool? 

Do you have so many siblings that you need to start prepping for

 their Christmas presents early? like, way early? 😆

CWWC #1

Hey girls!

I'm participating in cwwc this year, hosted by Loren, and I'm on team half-blood! 

Loren, I used all three prompts, and I will be placing them where I use them, since I like to do that. 😛

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"Thank you number twenty-three, you may leave now."

The girl in front of my desk nodded and stood up to leave. I waited until she had shut the door behind her before I released the sigh that had welled up. Being governess of the whole orphanage had its pros, but this was one of the cons. I now had to sentence that sweet girl to a punishment, just because she didn't know how things worked here. But I had to, as the government required 'all students to be dutifully mindful and hard workers' as well as 'no frivolities of any sort' which is what she had gotten in trouble for. Ah well, how about kitchen duty. Grueling, but she is too small for any of the other jobs, she could get killed. I wrote out the order, sentencing her to a week of kitchen duty. If she was smart, she'd take it without complaint. If she was lucky, someone would inform her that she'd got the easy job. I rang for my maid and had it delivered, as well as an order not to be disturbed for an hour. After she left, I opened a drawer, and pulled out a black notebook and a pen. The pen slipped out of my fingers, and I swiveled to pick it up, still looking at the notebook.

It was rather sloppy, I had handmade it years ago, and kept adding pages. On the front I had written: THINGS I WANTED To SAY BuT NEVER DID 

I tucked it under my arm and picked up the pen. I wanted to go out.

I took the bus first, I would walk the rest of the way.  

The bus was dark and dirty, and I sat in a corner by myself, not uncommon. I got off at an abandoned subway station, I knew where to go.

Five minutes later, I was walking into a garden. A secret garden, like in a book I had read as a child long ago. I could barely remember that book. It was an illegal book, and my mother had freaked when she found out. But now they were gone, I was grown, and I had found a garden. As far as I knew, there were no gardens left in the world, except for the leaders. The 'leaders'. I could rant for hours about there tyranny, but I came here to relax.  

I sit at the base of a statue, flowers are growing at her base, and in bushes in a half circle around her. I open my book, and I write a letter to #23, I wish I knew her real name. I tell her that, as well as explain things that must be on her mind now, I tell her things that I can't say, that I want to say. This letter will never leave my book, It will stay with many others like it, but writing it makes me feel better. 

Soon I will have to go back to my office at the orphanage, a cold, strict building with a cold, strict governess. Me. I will have to go back to being a cold strict woman again, a harsh servant of the leaders. But for now I write.

Things I wanted to say, but never did.

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What do you think? I might continue it, or prequel it, but it's also good on its own. It's kind of supposed to be a dystopian story, it would be fun to elaborate it. 🙂

Bye, 

What do you think of my story? Was it good? Was it terrible? 

Should I continue it? Have you done cwwc before? I'm a newbie. 😛

Important question time: m&m's or skittles? 

The writers prompt challenge- TWPC 3

Allie, my story

has 328 words

has all three items in bold and italic

the piece of dialogue is in bold and italic

the acronym is in bold and italic

the picture is placed where I use it

I used both themes, but it might be a little hard to tell

I also continued my last story

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It was all a trick. A lie. The woman in the tower was lying. She did so to everyone, tricking them into believing that they were special, and offer them something they couldn’t resist. Mine was knowledge, and I fell for it. Then she wiped their minds and made them her slaves. But I escaped, and had fled, staying in the shadows, hiding, hiding from everyone. I couldn’t go home. All I could do was hide. Now I rested in an abandoned building, still recovering from the terror of this morning. I’d run into another group of her slaves, searching for me, and this time they’d had guns. Now as I sat there, I heard footsteps. Uh-oh. I thought. But before I could do anything, the door swung open, and a teenage boy walked in, starting when he saw me. I wrapped my cloak tighter around me and started to leave, but he said “Wait!” I stopped, and looked at him curiously. “Are you Estelle?” He asked. I slowly nodded. He nodded as well. “Good. now come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to join W.H.I.T.E. we’re a rebellion against The Lady.”

“Why?” I asked. He snorted.

“And you call this living? Wouldn’t you rather do something with your life?”

I raised an eyebrow. He sighed, and rolled up his sleeve. His death date was three years ago. I believed him then. I nodded and followed him out the door. He led me halfway across the city, and into a light gray building. We went to the back, and he got down on his knees and picked the lock on a door, while I studied a clock on the wall.

It had been a day since I had last eaten, and it was lunch time. My stomach grumbled. Then he took me down a hall and through another locked door. He held it open and said, “Welcome, Estelle, to the rebellion.”

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HA HA!! Cliff hanger again! They are insanely fun to write. 😆

The giveaway is coming up, so stay tuned! I also need to make Lea's birthday post, oh dear....
*tries to think of something new to happen and fails*

Have any suggestions? Or do you not mind stories about our dolls being boringly crazy?

Oh, and me and Ivy decided that in 10 years, when we're grown up, we're going to go to the star wars celebration when it celebrates 50 years of star wars, so it should be epic! 😃

Have an awesome day everyone!

toodles, from

Do like writing stories? Did you like my story?
Have any suggestions on how to make Lea's birthday unique?
Random question: What's your opinion of The hunger games?

The writers prompt challenge- TWPC 2

Hello everybody! 

First of all, I must say that these prompts were SO COOL. I mean, that red glow on top of the tower, does that remind anyone else of lord of the rings? 😄

Grace, 

The picture and character prompts will be placed were I use them.

So will the word prompt, but I replaced 'you were' with 'I was'

Cloak will be highlighted green.

Amulet/pendent will be highlighted blue.

Storm will be highlighted yellow.

My story is 550 words long.

And thank you! This was a fun one! 😃

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I sat down on the window sill and peered out at the wet, rainy street below and sighed. 


"Estelle!" my mother shrieked, yanking me from my thoughts. "Get away from that window at once!" I sighed again and walked into the other room, sitting down in a soft chair. My mother was in a nervous cleaning frenzy. Nervous because of me. You see, at birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. I was supposed to die yesterday.



Yesterday, someone was supposed to come. Come to take me to the tower. The day before, family and friends had come to say goodbye, and I had spent all yesterday waiting with my parents. But no one had come. That was why my mother was nervous. This had never happened before, at least not to our knowledge, so she had not let me go out that day, nor let anyone see me. That I was still here. I told my mother that I was going to read in my room, and went upstairs. But I wanted to go outside, and get some fresh air. So I listened until I heard my mother near the front of the house, then pulled on my cloak, yanked the hood over my head, and slipped out the back door. I wandered off, staying in the little back lanes. Luckily the rain kept almost everyone inside. I walked along the riverbank, drawing closer to the towers. They looked dark, and scary. Then the sun broke through, and it didn't look that bad, they just needed a little repair. 

I kept walking, and when I reached the base I looked up, up, up. It was very tall. I started walking around the tower, counting my steps, just because. I got to twenty when it started to rain again. No, not rain. Storm. The rain came down in torrents, blown this way and that. In the distance, lightning flashed. I pressed myself into an alcove, and realized that there was a door behind it. Not wanting to get soaked, I went in. I found myself in a corridor, so I followed it. It seemed to be going slightly up, yet I never came across any stairs. It also curved a lot, and there weren't any other doors coming in or out. I finally found another door, so I opened it. The room beyond was very large, and bright. I squinted, and realized that I was looking into some kind of throne room. Sitting on the throne, was a tall woman in a long white dress. She had long blonde hair, and a gold crown, with a diamond pendent hanging in the middle. "Do come in." She said. It sounded musical and sweet. I slipped in slowly, a little wary of this strange woman. "Estelle, isn't it?" She asked. I nodded. "Ah. Then I take it that your death date was yesterday?" I nodded again. "Good." She looked at me intently for a minute, while I fidgeted nervously. "Estelle." She said after a moment. "I've been watching you, and I think you show potential. I delayed the collector because I wanted to see what you'd do. And now I have a question for you." She paused. "How would like to go be taught by the elves?"     

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Yep, I ended it there. 😄

And also, Hazel's kitty died. 8 months old. Ate something bad.😢 Please pray for them. 


On a slightly happier note, I'm getting somewhere on the dre- I mean, the super secret give away item. 😛 

And we watched the two towers yesterday! It was AWESOME. 😍

Have fun, be crazy, God loves you.🙂

Bye!