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@Scylla,
Hey Scylla, I know you are going through some hard and difficult times, and I just wanted to tell you that you are a great writer and CBer, and even though I don't know you that well, I hope to become better CB friends with you. I also wanted to tell you to NEVER doubt yourself. If this doesn't make sense, I hope it will in story form:
Joan peeked into the window of Scylla's dark house. A lonely girl sat on a chair, her head drooping, with the burdens of her life. Joan wanted to go speak to her, talk to her, anything! She tried to open the door, but it appeared to be locked. Looking back again at the lonely figure, Joan devised a plan and "borrowed" a messaging owl. She tied a message onto one of it's talons, and then let it go. The owl nodded (if owls could nod,) and then flew off. It knew what to do. Joan took one last look through the window, and silently hoped that the sad girl in the house would know that she wasn't alone.
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submitted by Joan B. of Arc , age 13, Camelot
(January 12, 2016 - 10:54 pm)
(January 12, 2016 - 10:54 pm)
Oh my gosh you have no idea. I saw this and clicked on it- "Oh, a new thread! Great!"- and I saw it was directed at me and I was like, "Whoa! Does Joan hate me or something now?" But I read it and I thought, "That's so sweet! The world needs more people like that!" But my expression grew suspicios- "What if it's a facade to win me over and SCAM ME?" But I shook my head reprovingly. "The CB is a nice place and there are no scammers, hackers (except Hacker Dee), murderers (imaginary, only), or hopefully bad people. Joan must've made this because I had a lack of inspiration and exclamation points. That was thoughtful."
Scylla sat at the desk, working on the dreaded English homework. A gentle hoot sounded from her windowsill. A messenger owl! Scylla shook her head. There are no messenger owls. Get back to work. She continued writing "Comprehension Strategy 2: Writing and Answering Questions about the Text," pencil skritching on the paper. The "owl" hooted again and this time Scylla couldn't ignore it. She opened the window and let the owl in, where it nibbled her affectionately, hooting softly again. She stroked its head, astonished at the smooth texture of the feathers. Noticing a small capsule tied to its leg, she gasped. OH BAST IT'S A MESSENGER OWL!!! Untying the capsule, she pulled out a small piece of paper.
Dear Scylla,
Please feel better! You are very talented and I want you to never doubt yourself, or your family, or your friends, or the CB.
From Joan B. Of Arc
Scylla smiled, reading this, the first smile she'd smiled in. . . . She didn't know when. The owl hopped to her shoulder and she stroked it absentmindedly. Perhaps it'd be alright afterall.
(January 12, 2016 - 11:31 pm)
Yep, Hoan, you were definitely right about tough times. My grandmother just died last night.
Scylla tossed back her head and loosed a howl. The lupine sound reverberated throughout the landscape from where she stood at the cliff face, one step from falling off. Her howl contained all of her desperation, all her sorrow, and all her grief. It was heartrending.
(January 16, 2016 - 2:35 pm)
I'm so sorry....
(January 16, 2016 - 3:38 pm)
Oh, Scylla, I'm so sorry.
(January 17, 2016 - 8:05 pm)
Aigh! I'm so sorry! I wish I could come over to wherever you are and give you some chocolate and a hug.
Sorry if this is intruding.
(January 16, 2016 - 4:14 pm)
So now, in addition to my grandmother dying I have a fever and a cold! Lucky me! Yay! Ah, excuse me for my bitterness. I appreciate your sorrow, although it is likely that in real life you have no grief at all for me- after all, you've never even met me, so why grieve for my grandmother? Don't mind my negativity. It is necessary to me at the moment. I may promise recovery of it in a week or so.
(January 18, 2016 - 1:13 pm)
*highly empathetic heart grieves for Scylla
Because under all of our hearts of stone, there's an actual heart.
Bitterness is okay. I'm very sarcastic irl. And sometimes on here.
(January 18, 2016 - 2:58 pm)
Scylla. I love you, and God loves you too! Although I know you are not Christian, I really, and truly believe this. You are an amazing writer!
#Don'tgiveup
(January 18, 2016 - 5:24 pm)
Oh Scylla. I truly say these things from the bottom of my heart. I hope you feel better soon, hang in there!!
Joan woke up sweating in the middle of the night to a howl of dispair. She could hear all of that person's pain in that one howl. Quickly, she ran over to Scylla's house and saw her inside, drooping even more with the pain she felt. Joan knew what she had to do. A messenger owl wasn't enough, Scylla truly needed to feel she was loved. With all the strength she had in her body, Joan backed up and charged towards the door, knocking it down. Scylla lifted up her head as Joan crashed through. Joan lifted her own head, looked at Scylla and smiled. "Hi Scylla. I just thought you needed another reminder that you are a truly great person, and that you have friends that care about you. Hang in there," Joan said as she walked over to Scylla and gave her a quick hug. As she walked out the door, leaving Scylla alone and surprised, Joan added, "Sorry about your door," and left. A little ways from Scylla's house, Joan turned and sat down beneath a huge evergreen tree. She vowed to herself that she would watch Scylla's house, and always be for her there if she needed any help.
(January 19, 2016 - 7:54 pm)
Joan- obviously you care (ish!) if you made a thread about me! Well. I just used two exclamation points. I must be recovering. . . ? I'm almost glad that my grandma died because she was in a lot of pain. She couldn't even talk, much less move, but I feel like she was hanging on just for her family, like she felt we still needed her. But we all feel lighter now that she's not suffering anymore, even though we're sad.
As time goes on, Scylla, you will feel less sad and be able to remember the good times you had together and smile about them.
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(January 20, 2016 - 5:25 pm)