I'd love to join this! I'll get to work on a story.

i hope to be able to post a story here soon. 

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There was scarcely a cloud in the summer sky. The waves gently lapped at the sandy shore and seagulls called overhead. Kaito skipped over the sand, raven hair flying behind her, heading towards the water. She was grateful for its coolness as it lapped over her toes. She ran, splashing, farther into the sea.

Kaito closed her eyes and dove into a wave, the shock of the cold clearing her mind. She felt the foam rushing over her head, and the currents in the water. She stayed under for another moment before bursting back up to the surface, shaking salt from her eyes.  The ocean wind whisked over her face, blowing her hair back.

Suddenly, something slippery touched her foot. She leaped in surprisee, fearing a stingray, but relaxed when she saw it was a leopard shark. A group of the peaceful bottom-feeders was drifting near her. She dove under again to interact with them, marveling at their sinuous grace and beautiful spotted patterns. 

And then she stood up once more, and a huge tower of emerald-green water rose above her. Rather than being afraid, Kaito spread her arms, turning her back to the massive wave as it broke. She was carried in its arms as it rushed back to shore.

Kaito felt for all the world as if she were flying. She was one with the sea, one with the sky.

She was wild. 

I wrote this as kind of an exercise for a longer story I'm going to write soon. It's a mix of fairytales!

Bella wiped a gray hand over her soot-smudged face, brushing her long blond hair out of her eyes. The apron she had been wearing all day was no longer white; instead, it was a dirty brown color. The trolls that had captured her certainly worked her hard.

She took her broom and swished it across the floor, dreaming of the prince that would someday come and rescue her.

She shook her head.

That was foolishness. No one knew about her. She hardly thought that her parents, rich and prosperous as they were, would come to help her. They must be glad that she was gone. Her father had always wanted a son, and the daughter that had become his firstborn was not to his liking. Both her father and her mother had mistreated her, forcing her to work all day, from sunup to sundown. The only thing that her mother had liked about her was her long blond hair, which reached nearly down to her feet.

She rolled her eyes. Not that her life here was any different. There were three trolls, and they were nearly as nice as her parents.

Bella jerked her mind away from her troubles, concentrating instead on her work. She pretended that the wooden floor of the hut was the trolls, beating at it violently with her broom.

She moved on to the troll's living room, swishing the broom back and forth as she went. A box in the corner caught her eye.

What was that? The trolls kept their hut sparsely furnished. Usually there was only a few beds and a table. She moved closer.

Some strong, unknown desire welled up inside her. Suddenly she wanted to put her hand inside the box, as if her life depended on it.

She gave in to her will.

Her hand slowly reached inside, rummaging curiously. It was empty. She started to pull her hand out, disappointed. Then something poked her finger.

She pulled her hand out swiftly, staring at the wound. It was nothing more than a pinprick. She sighed in relief, sinking down onto one of the low straw beds. She didn't know she was so tired! Just a minute ago she had been...sweeping...the floor...

"Hello?"

Bella sat up with a gasp. The sun was low in the sky.

"Hello, miss...are you alright?"

She twisted around to see who was speaking.

A little girl who couldn't have been more than ten was standing next to the bed, a red cape and hood hanging over her arm. She looked like she had just been running, and her short brown pigtails were coming loose.

"Oh! Hello!" Bella answered. Then her eyes narrowed threateningly. "Who said you could come in here, eh? Trespasser!" She instantly regretted saying it. The girl's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry. My grandma's sick, I think- her eyes are awfully cloudy and she won't get out of bed. There's a strange smell around her, too...I can't tell you exactly what it is, but I don't like it."

Bella flopped back down onto the bed with with a snort. She had heard this story before.

Ha- it's like Cinderella, Beauty&the Beast, Rapunzel, and Little Red Riding hood all got mixed in the same bowl. "What awfully strange cookies you baked, Grandma Leafpool!" 

Hi. Um, I'm not joining, but I had a question, @Jack-A-Nat.

Where did your Three Days Left... Thread go?! :) 

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My story titled: “Hero’s Bane”

Ha, that’s funny. I thought you cared. I should never have made that mistake. I should have trusted the world. I should have been myself. I was not meant for you. I was not meant to meet you. You tricked fate. You are not my match, I should leave you in the grave you dug for me.

I should leave you in the illusion of grandeur you propagated to keep me at your side. I should slash through the lies. I should leave you to reflect. But I can’t, I love you.

okay im in the middle of writing mine write now, sorry it's a little long

I am actually in boarding school not the thread the real thing. but anyway... TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP okay ta ta

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