No, you are not the Story Spinner. Only I am the Story Spinner. Story Spinner is actually the title I went under when I wrote my ski lodge so please don't take it.

Q & A with a Puppy

By: Donut

Hi, what's your name? I'm Donut!

I'm Elimi!

Do you mean Emily?

Nope! The person who named me was one years old.

So, what is it like being a dog?

I get petted a lot and I get lots of treats. I don't know how you can understand me, but this is cool! I like being so soft and furry and cute. I go on walks all the time, and people love petting me and falling in love with me. I have very lucky owners. They are so lucky that they get licks on their faces! 

How old are you?

1/2 years old.

Who are your owners, and when did the get you?

My owners got me a month ago, but I feel like I have been living with them my whole life! There's Mom, Dad, and Rachel (she's one year old). 

Tell the audience what you look like. To know what I look like, go here: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/223202

I am a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with Ruby hair (Reddish-brownish)! I have brown eyes.

I have never heard of a Cavaleer Kin Charles Spaniel.

Well, you are missing out.

That's all for now, folks! 

Dog Diaries Book 1: On a Walk

By: Elimi

One day I was on a walk. I was walking through town, stopping to sniff at every possible moment, when my owners suddenly turned around. We hadn't even went to our usual destination, where we would turn around. They started running home, and I couldn't even stop to sniff! I could barely keep up, but Mom (she was holding the leash) was tugging me along.

We were home. 

Dad opened the car doors and Mom lifted me into the car. Rachel was in a stroller with Dad, so Dad quickly buckled Rachel into a seat. Mom and Dad closed the door and ran to get in their seats and get buckled.

We drove right away to 'Wags on Wales,' where Mom hurried me in, leaving Dad and Rachel in the car.

"Are we late?" Mom asked.

"No, you're right on time," the lady at the counter responded.

Then, they took me to the back room to get my nails cut.

That was a horrible walk.

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Does anyone want a sequel? Read Q & A with a Dog for more information on Elimi.

I know I have written too many stories, but I have more!

Natalie's AE and CAPTCHA Story

By: Crysti, Donut, and Pavlavla

'xrge' Pavlavla urges us to continue running. I am so tired.

I am riding on a crystal horse, so I am not tired, but the twins are so far behind!

You may be asking, "What are they doing?" Well, I have an answer.

We are running away from a troll...

Who likes your crystals! It's all Crysti's fault!

It's not my fault! I was born with crystals and people like jewels!

Well, what are we going to do now, Miss Magic?

You don't have to be so mean, and make me feel so bad.

Okay. I'll try again. *Takes a big deep breath* Crysti, do you have any ideas of what we can do other than wildly running?

I can give you a crystal horse, and Pavlavla one too.

Great! Why didn't you think of that before?

Because I was trying to figure out how we can save our lifes!

And you call me rude.

Yes, you are the rude one!

Rude. 

I have an idea! It's so simple that I don't know how we could have missed it!

What? What? 'xrge' Pavlavla urges you to tell us!

I'll give the troll a bunch of crystals/diamonds, until he is happy!

I have to admit, that's a great idea! Go do it!

'xrge' Pavlavla urges you to go do it!

*I gallop up to the troll. I give him a bunch of diamonds. He smiles, nods his head, and skips away.*

Yes! *Makes a fist and pulls her bent arm down, like people do when they say yes, sometimes.*

Pavlavla is so happy that she is speechless!

Now, let's go home to Natalie!

Great idea!

1. TOP!

2. People, seriously, if you're on the Inkwell you like writing, right? So, if you like writing, write here! Simple.

'yhox' That means: Yeah, on. Pavlavla means that you should write (like I said) on here.

So, Natalie just told us to write here, but we don't know what to write about.

What about: 'Our Backstories'?

'yhox' Pavlavla agrees that we should write that story and on here.

Can I start?

It was my idea.

Fine, you can start.

Great! I'll speak for Pavlavla too.

Pavlavla and I: We were created by someone who loves donuts and pavlavla (Natalie). Pavlavla was named first, and then me. We are names after desserts, because Natalie wanted to share her love for dessert on this wonderful website; ChatterBox/CB. You can go now, Crysti.

My Backstory: I am an elf that has crystal powers. I have crystal powers, because Natalie's friend loves Fantasy as well, and they play Fantasy games together. Once, the friend used crystal powers as the friend's power in that game. Natalie likes elves too. So, here I am.

That was pretty good!

Yeah! 

The End                               

I died. I went Down. I loved, and I hated. But in the end, it did me no good. I am a spirit, a ghost of a living person, and I cannot change that. Not now, or ever. This is my story.

I was fourteen when I died. Fourteen, a living being, still believing in love, and life. In my family. I now see what a fool I was. 

I had a mother. And a father. And a sister. I loved them. They loved me. But that was so long ago. I died for love. For my sister.

We were on a sidewalk. I will never forget that sidewalk. The sidewalk that ended my life. My sister was named Aubrie. She was eight. Too young, I thought then. Too young, I think now. She was chasing a ball. It seems so foolish now, when I think about it. She chased it onto the road, never noticing that she was in danger. I had a heart then. I loved her. 

So I ran onto the road. A car was coming. I saw the headlights as I pushed her to safety. And then the headlights were too close. I was a deer, caught, trapped in the headlights. Then they went over me, and I didn't see them anymore. I didn't see anything anymore, except for the blackness. I was stiffling, suffocating me. I was terrified. Now I see that that was nothing. Nothing compared to the fear I know now.

Now I stand on the edge of the Cliff. Darkness is below me, even darker that anything I've ever seen. I am prepared, prepared to die again. And this time I will not come back. I will be destroyed, to my very soul. It is what i want, after all I have expirienced. Too much pain. Sometimes, I wish I had just let Aubrie go. But I loved her- and the thing is, I still do. Maybe, just a bit, I still do. And that is why I don't regret it. She was eight. Too young.

I know what will happen to me after I jump. I am not scared. My memories all flash through my braim one last time, and I admit to myslef the one thing that I have never admitted before. I still love and hate. I still love my family. Even after everything, still. 

And that is maybe what propelled me to jump. I hold my breath, close my eyes and jump off the Cliff. Now I know what is beyond Death. Death is not the end. And I don't think this is, either. I think there's more, beyond my imagination. 

And I'll find out, soon. 

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I was going for a mysterious, kind of scary theme. I know it's kind of weird, but I was thinking of maybe making a story out of it? Any thoughts? 

Here's my last post on the Worlds RP.

Eo~

I stand with Raione, our backs to the others. The sun rises bright over the horizon, golden rays emanating and rippling over the sky like a lion's mane. The sun makes me think of all that's happened, and all that's yet to come. Although we seem at peace right now, there are still warriors of the dark clan slinking around the realms. We're not done with them yet, as they're not with us. But all we can do is stay vigilant. We must watch our backs and guard our doors as to not let the darkness in, and if it comes, then.... 

I tilt back my head and roar. Raione roars with me, heralding the dawn. Heralding the new beginning we face. I think of my companions behind me, enjoying each other's company, but I know I'll always be alone.

Raione stands with me at the top of a hill. We will always be alone because we are lions. 

We are lions. 

TOP! I'll post a story later.