thank you all

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

thank you all

thank you all for replying to my last thread. 

the stories of the fallen begins now... 

please submit the forms below, and write yourselves into the story. it need only be a few sentences, and the windblown butterfly will take care of the rest. 

anyone is welcome, although i greatly thank the answers of the wind. 






favorite drink: 


write yourself into the story. i am accepting 10 people and 10 people only. Luna, Scribbler, Hex, Peregrine, and Writing have reserved spots for a week. if they do not respond, their spots are likely to be taken. 

that leaves 5 free spots. 

sign up, dandelions.  

submitted by windblown butterfly
(March 11, 2022 - 5:42 pm)

name: Periwinkle

age: I prefer to leave it at "pi" but if you want something more realistic then I'll say late tweens/early teens

pronouns/gender: female, she/her

appearance: periwinkle colored hair, often in a bun or a ponytail, jeans and a t-shirt, sneakers

personality: I really, really like to help people and I understand their emotions well. I try not to be rude and feel very guilty if I hurt a person's feelings

favorite drink: lemonade 



Uh... So now I guess I write myself into the story? I'll try my best. I hope this is okay:



Periwinkle paused. It seemed as though she had appeared in the story. Well, of course she had appeared in the story! Where else would she be? She laughed at her own silliness and waited nervously for others to arrive. 

submitted by Periwinkle, age Pi, Somewhere in the stars
(March 12, 2022 - 6:51 am)
submitted by PeriTOP, age Pi, Somewhere topping threads
(March 12, 2022 - 10:43 am)

Name: LunaWolf ( Luna for short )


Age: 12 winters


Pronouns/Gender: Female She/Her


Appearance: Long and wild blue purple and silver hair. Bright violet eyes. Teal jumpsuit and silver blue cloak with brown hiking boots and satchel.


Personality: Wild and mysterious. Shy around humans. Loves to read any books she can get her hand on. 


Favorite drink: Cold mountain water 


Like Periwinkle said I hope this is ok for writing myself into the story: 



Luna looked around. One second ago she had been in the woods where she belonged and now she was... wait. Where WAS she? Startled she looked around. A few feet away stood a girl with periwinkle colored hair. Luna bared her teeth and backed away. She didn't trust other humans even ones with cool hair. 

submitted by LunaWolf , age 12 winters, Narnia
(March 12, 2022 - 9:33 pm)

Name: Jaybells

Age: Mid-teens

Pronouns: xe/xyr (Or she/her if you'd rather)

Appearance: Pink and blue wavy hair, fair skin, heterochromic ever-changing-colour eyes, slender frame, average hieght, androgynous/faintly feminine body shape :/

Personality: Whimsical, compassionate, scheming, ever-so-slightly mischievous, full of intrigue and curiosity, quieter but can talk a lot about topics of interest, a bit lost in xyr own world, observant and mystery-loving, can be morally grey, usually pretty friendly, sometimes aloof, yeah generally complex :p

Favourite Drink: Tea (Specifically Matcha Latte, Chai or Camomile) 


Jaybells glanced up. The wind suddenly rang warm with another, somewhat different and yet nostalgic scent. It was strange; too sudden.

It tousled at the grass xe sat by, swooshed through the nearby trees as if it wished to become rich on their leaves, and sent xyr hair floating as if xe were underwater.

Something was beginning. Something big.

Xyr eyes, violet and hazel sparkling together, creased into the familiar lines of a knowing smirk. Xe playfully traced the dandelion seeds as they flew from the flower xe twirled in-between xyr fingers on a fresh gust of wind, wisps of a hummed sung mingling with the little puffs in the air. They were all sent sprawling, spiralling on an invisible current, a silent oracle of what was to come... 

Indeed, this would be very interesting.

Jaybells' grin peaked through again, a mischievous glint resurfacing in xyr eyes once more. Xe couldn't wait~

submitted by Jaybells, Lost in the Wind
(March 13, 2022 - 1:57 am)

name: Cranberry 

age: 14

pronouns/gender: female/she her

appearance: average height, shoulder length blonde hair with red tips, pale skin, cinnamon colored glasses. 

personality: short tempered at times, inpatient, creative, emotional, get distracted easily, loves to write 

favorite drink: hot cocoa!!!


Cranberry opend one eye. Startled, she opened the other eye. Three people were staring at her. She galnced around. She was not in the cozy book stor/cafe any more. She didnt know where she was. She swallowed and held up her hand in a wave. "Hello" She said tentatively. The others merely watched her. She nodded to them and sat down on the ground. 
submitted by Cranberry, age 14, pantala
(March 13, 2022 - 11:23 am)

name: Hex

age: 12

pronouns/gender: she/her

appearance: Brown, shoulder-length hair that curls slightly, green eyes, tall, black + gray jacket with red shorts and a navy t-shirt.

personality: Mature if she wants to be (not often), smart, prefers doing stuff to talking about stuff, corageously stupid sometimes, mischevious, quiet and bookish unless she knows the people around her well enough.

favorite drink: homemade mango-blackberry smoothie

Hex looked around the room. At first it seemed normal, everything as it should have been. But something was off, some instinct deep inside her said, 'something is happening, something big.'

She stared as the red curtains turned into words. A cascading heap of moments, red, curtain, sunrise, the words spelled out. More objects, table, chair, mahogany, cabbage-leaf-long-forgotten, book, magazine, yarn, milk... too many to count, it spiraled into a never-ending pile of words.

She felt herself slowly becoming part of them too; her feelings turned to poetry, her body a humanoid discription. Her sight became tunnel-vision, then everything went black.

Her senses and body returned to her. She saw strange people in the distance. Her companions?

And she knew. She'd been written in. And her adventure was just beginning.

submitted by Hex
(March 13, 2022 - 12:15 pm)

Name: Flamarestii (Nickname: Flamie)

Age: 14.5

Pronouns/gender: female she/her

Appearance: Long red/blonde hair, striking golden eyes, pale skin, medium height

Personality: Shy and cautious when first meeting people, but opens up to people eventually. Adventurous and independent.

Favourite drink: Just plain, cold water- it's so satisfying 


Flamarestii hit the ground hard. "Oww," she moaned, painfully aware of the rocks and potholes around her. Dust whirled in the air- could she actually be in the story? The last thing she remembered was pressing the submit button. 

She became aware of several other people, as the dust cleared, and they appeared to be staring at her. She felt her cheeks burn. Hardly a dignified entrance, at any rate. She tried to get to her feet, but her ankle wasn't working properly. 

submitted by Flamarestii
(March 13, 2022 - 1:50 pm)

This looks so cool!

Name: pangolin

Age: 12

Pronouns/gender: She/they or fae/faer, whichever is easiest

Appearance: Wavy mid-length red hair just past my collarbone, and tanned skin and freckles. My eyes are naturally a blue-green but can appear blue-gray, green, or even purple. For this I will be wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with stars on it that says "Cosmic Space Dust", dark skinny jeans with a brown belt, black hightop converse, and rainbow stripped socks. 

Personality: I am thoughtful, logical, and quiet, and a self-declared nerd. I'm adventurous, mischevious at times, creative, and quick-witted.

Favorite Drink: Iced Chai Tea

I hope this is right...

Pangolin looked up with a start. Their gaze darted nervously around, their blue-green eyes wide. No longer in the comfort of her own home, she had seemingly transported to...well, she wasn't quite sure of where she was. They bit their lip, a line of worry appearing between their brows, as it always did when they didn't know something. A warm breeze wafted by, ruffling her wavy rust-colored hair, carrying the scent of wildflowers. Their expression softened, a smile slowly spreading across their face. She may not be sure where she was, but the promise of adventure hung in the air, beckoning to her. This was going to be fun....

submitted by pangolin, age she | they, Outskirts of the Galaxy
(March 13, 2022 - 2:30 pm)

name: Tsuki 

age: 13

pronouns/gender: she/her

appearance: shoulder-length, wavy, fluffy dark brown hair with lavender tips at the bottom and silver wolf ears at the top.  She has a silver wolf's tail and heterochromatic eyes (one blue, one amber) and palish skin.

personality: Crazy, smart, insecure and egotistic at the same time, weird, personality changes on the daily

favorite drink: Root beer

Tsuki opened her eyes.  She blinked disorientedly until she realized she must have made it into the story.  She felt goosebumps spread across her arms. 

submitted by Tsuki the Skywolf
(March 13, 2022 - 4:33 pm)

two more spots.. 

submitted by windblown butterfly
(March 13, 2022 - 8:56 pm)

Name: Writing_in_the_Dark (Writing)

age: 12

Pronouns/gender: Xe/they

Appearance: Tan-ish olive-ish skin, heterochromatic eyes (blue and ebony), light freckles, short and messy cornflower-colored hair, androgynus build, average height, large pale blue angel-like wings. Grey hoodie, blue jeans, drawn-on purple converse.

Personality: Creative, strange, a bit mischievous, obsessive, a nerd. Can easily go from being very mysterious to very weird. Always different to what they were like 2 minutes ago.

Favorite drink: Mexican hot chocolate


Writing warily open xyr eyes. People surrounded them, much different from where they were just a moment ago. Xe still felt the crinkled pages of the book they were reading in xyr hands. But they felt something better. These CBers were special, powerful, important. Somehow, Writing knew that a story was afoot.

submitted by Writing_in_the_dark , age 12, Valhalla
(March 13, 2022 - 10:25 pm)

Name: Peregrine Silverwings

Age: I appear to be in my early twenties. 

Gender: female, she/her

Appearance: On the smaller side, slender, but not delicate or weak.  Think falcon like for my features, thin and fine but sharp and strong.  My eyes change color, merging from one color in to the next.  I have very long, dark brown-gold hair in a single braid. I have a star that shines faintly on my forehead.  I wear a dark green, shimmering cloak clasped at the hollow of my throat with a silver brooch in the shape of a leaf. Under the cloak I wear a simple, loose, dove grey, A-line dress with pagoda sleeves, that falls down to my calves in flowing folds.  Under the dress I wear thin, loose, earth brown pants.  My feet are shod in plain leather ballet flats.  Starflight, my peregrine falcon friend, is with me almost always.  I have the eyesight of a falcon, and I can change in to a falcon and back to human form at will.

Personality: Not that talkative but does enjoy being around other people.  Needs time alone without interruptions and dislikes large groups and loud noises.  If I am disrupted when needing quiet or time alone I can get very upset in an icy way.  Empathetic. Caring and kind.  I can be exacting, usually only of myself.  I always want to help someone in anyway.  I can get annoyingly motherly, but always with the best interests of others in mind.  I dislike when things are disorganized.  Sometimes a sarcastic humorous side will show when it's not expected.  In general focused and calm.  

Favorite drink: plain water, sparkling water, or herbal teas.


submitted by Peregrine
(March 14, 2022 - 11:46 am)

She clicked the submit button, hoping this wasn't a Ski Lodge.  She pushed the computer away from her, and drew a sheet of paper towards her.  She stared a the creamy blankness, balancing her fountain pen in her hand as she let her thoughts wander aimlessly.  Though mostly her mind felt as blank as the paper before her.  Her eyes slid shut; she was tired, very tired.  

She wasn't sure how long she sat like this, but gradually she became aware of the wind.  So slight it just tickled the hairs on her hand and around her ears.  It was hard to know when it had began.  Gradually it started growing, tugging at her braid and her cloak.  Her eyes flew open as the wind reached its apex in strength.  The paper was whipped into the air, and she stood, leaning over the table as she grasped for it — and she fell.  Or rather, the world around her slid up and away, and another world filled the void left by the first.
She stood, still stretched out, reaching for the paper that was now in her fingertips.  She relaxed, moving to tuck pen and paper into her cloak, and noticed the paper now had writing on it in a handwriting not her own.  "Stories of the Fallen," it read.  "Welcome, Peregrine."
submitted by Peregrine
(March 14, 2022 - 12:04 pm)
submitted by Top!
(March 16, 2022 - 7:47 pm)

thank you, dear friends. 


a vortex of words surrounds you, soft roaring entering your ears as your eyes shut, letting the word of winds surround you, carrying you to...somewhere. 


the CBers are dumped uncermoniously in a field of dandelions, eyes still closed gingerly. 

Jaybells is the first to awaken. Xyr eyes open cautiously, before xey sit up, energetic and waiting for the others. A single dandelion tucks itself into xyr hair, as the wind blows, xyr hair flowing in the wind. Xe picks a single four leaf clover, letting it fly into the wind. Another bluebell tucks itself into her hair, not a blue bluebell, but a soft red. 

LunaWolf is next. Her teeth bare themselves at Jaybells, and she distances herself from the others, in her own little patch of dandelions. She plucked one up and let it fly into the wind as well. 

Periwinkle awakens 3rd. She gives a wave to everyone, before sitting down on the grass, making a flower circlet. Her fingers weave the dandelion stems, one after another, into a circle, and she lets it fly into the wind as well. 

Cranberry awakens fourth. She was planning to say hi, but her fingers fall on a clover and she begins picking bundles of them, letting them fly in the wind. 

Then Hex's eyes open. She sits quietly in her patch, uprooting weeds and letting the wind carry them away to who knows where. 

Flamarestii comes next. She speaks the first few words in a long, long while. "Hi everyone!" Another dandelion flies past her. 

pangolin awakens by these words. She yawns, and waves. "Oh, hi Flamarestii! Where are we?" her voice floats into the wind, along with clovers that have flown through her hair.   

Tsuki is also awakened, her silvery wolf tail slapping the ground softly, excited. "Oh, um, I don't really know, but hi! I'm Tsuki!" A dandelion flies past them, into the wind. 

Writing wakes up along with Tsuki. Xe rubs their eyes, as she watches the world unfold before her, soft green grass, the flowing wind, the dandelions flying past her, into the sky. "Hi. I'm Writing, what are you?" 

And then Peregrine's eyes light up as she sits up, her falcon landing besides her, star on forehead glowing softly. A last dandelion flows past her, before a voice begins speaking. 

Good morning, CBers! Well, to be blunt, you're currently in the Hall of Dreams, and you're just about to be transported through WordWalk again! Well, I like to call it WordWalk. The official word is VoidWalk. I'm Skylark, Empress of the Skies, it's very pleasant to meet you! I'm really the face of the Skies, but you'll be meeting many more people, like Dove or Wren, maybe Jay if he's feeling nice. And there may be a special visit from the *KSSHT* herself! Anyways, WordWalk is about to begin, see you on the other side! 

The wind is fate, and fate is cruel. 

A red slash appears before their eyes, before they are all transported into a hall, where a on the floor, eyes shut, slumped...

faint. soul. lost. gone. 

another battle has been lost.  

submitted by windblown butterfly
(March 18, 2022 - 4:35 pm)