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So I just wanted to start something, don't know where it's gonna go and don't really care. I just need this to be said.
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Faye pressed her head up against the locker. It felt cool against her fevered skin, and, looking down at the dirty linoleum, she could pretend she was somewhere else. "Why does this always happen to me?" she sighed.
"I dunno, kiddo," chirped her companion. "You're like a magnet!"
"Shut up, Sol."
The ghost merely smiled playfully and sat on top of the bank of lockers.
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So, kinda random, but I wanted a ghost charrie and had nowhere to put him. So now you have Sol. Do with him what you will.
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~Quintus!
submitted by Quintus, Calveicia
(January 16, 2013 - 7:11 pm)
(January 16, 2013 - 7:11 pm)
Hehehe! I just thought it would be fun to take the story someplace different! Unique! You know? So, anyhoot! Onward soldiers!
As soon as I made up my mind, I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. It was a rather unique room, made to fit my tastes. It was a bright yellow, with Christmas lights strung over my bed that served as a reading light. My bed was green with a floral pattern bedspread. I had an Aselin Debison poster hanging on one wall, and my dresser leaning against another. My dresser was cluttered with precious knickknacks that reminded me of my old home. An old tiarra I wore every year for Halloween, a painted porcelain jewelry box, and a couple of other things. Above my dresser hung a frayed, fairy wand that I also had since I was three. Also a Victorian style ice skate ornament, that reminded me of my secret love of figure skating. I rummaged in my closet, finally withdrawing an old tan traveling bag, and began stuffing clothes, my brush, my wand, and anything else I thought I might need. Sol floated through my door. "Your not serious?" He asked, watching me. "Of course I am, go pack." He turned that bright shade of blue again. "I'm a ghost! I don't need to pack!" "Good, then go find some useful information about that old legend of the Throne of Light." Sol sighed, evidently seeing no changing my mind, and floated away muttering to himself. Finally, I was done. I looked at the clock. 7:00. To late bother going anywhere now. "First thing tomorrow," I told Sol, eating a sandwich; "we head to Scotland!" "Fine," he muttered. "But no more temporal warps!"
Hehehe!
(February 17, 2013 - 10:16 pm)
Faye finally packs and repacks her bag, removing things that won't quite do or adding things she thinks might help. In the end, she packs two pairs of jeans, a pair of zip-off cargo pants, three different shirts, a heavy jacket that zips up the front, her sneakers, wand, and miscellaneous toiletries, along with her book of magic in case she chances across some spells that need breaking or has to do something magically.
(February 18, 2013 - 7:38 pm)
Early the next morning, Faye trotted downstairs, ready for their Scotland expedition! "Hey, kiddo!" Sol said happily. He was leaning over the blender, cracking eggs into a grey/green substance that smelled like a cross between dirty gym clothes, and a dead rat in the walls in the middle of summer. "What on earth is THAT?!" Faye asked, gagging from the foul fumes, thinking she would probably pass out. "Your breakfast," Sol replied sternly. "I am NOT drinking that! Sol, I now know you really DON'T want to go on this trip! YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME OFF FIRST!!!" "Don't be silly," he said, hands on hips, which, if she weren't gagging to death, Faye might have laughed. "This is an ancient recipe that enhances your magic?" he said, handing Faye a glass. "You're sure about this?" "Absolutely!" Sol replied, beaming. Faye shrugged, figuring today wasn't the worst day to die. She took a sip, and was completely taken aback. She was expecting something gross, and, in a way, it was, because I certainly didn't have a taste for it. "It tastes like wine," Faye said, staring at Sol. "Yes, well, I suppose," Sol replied reluctantly; "but it shouldn't make you drunk, I think." Faye glared at him, then drained the glass. "Ready?" she asked, and Sol nodded. "Remember," he grumbled; "no temporal warps!" "Of course not!" Faye replied. She took a bottle from her pocket of magenta liquid. "WAIT!!" Sol shouted, realizing what she had. "You haven't been taught..." But he was cut short. Faye threw the vile down. They were enveloped in pinkish purple smoke. When it cleared, they were standing on a grassy knoll, staring out over lush green hills. "Welcome to Scotland!" Faye beamed.
Taday!
(February 19, 2013 - 7:49 pm)