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- cleverCoderGirl123
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Scratcher
100+ posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
So basically this is our discussion topic for the first ride, Insert-an-Idea. @IntrovertedNerd will write in a project by the way, but I hope the rest of you can post your writing here ^^.
We're using @InsertJokeHere_'s prompt, which is below ofc, and we can just pick up from mine ^^. Let's get to 15 today before CC does!
Writing Agenda:
cleverCoderGirl123
ZHHLK
equestrain5810
InsertJokeHere_
IzzyRS2010
The_6_Burbs
emeraldragon2009
@JollofRice123 will add @IntrovertedNerd's.
We're using @InsertJokeHere_'s prompt, which is below ofc, and we can just pick up from mine ^^. Let's get to 15 today before CC does!
Writing Agenda:
cleverCoderGirl123
ZHHLK
equestrain5810
InsertJokeHere_
IzzyRS2010
The_6_Burbs
emeraldragon2009
@JollofRice123 will add @IntrovertedNerd's.
Last edited by cleverCoderGirl123 (Feb. 2, 2021 09:41:47)
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- equestrian5810
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Scratcher
70 posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
ʙᴇɪɴɢ attacked and left for dead ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ boyfriend ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴀꜱʏ – ɴᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ robbed ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ Reed ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ Vulcan ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ/ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ. …ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ. ᴡɪʟʟ Reed ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ her allies really are, ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ threat ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ her home planet ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ hope ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ?
“Hᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ I ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴇ? Bᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ; ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏᴇᴅ: ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ LORD ᴛʜʏ Gᴏᴅ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛʜᴇʀsᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴇsᴛ.” - Jᴏsʜᴜᴀ 1:9
ʎɹɐɯǝsoꓤ ɯ’I ʻǝɹǝɥʇ ʎpʍoH
- ZHHLK
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Scratcher
39 posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
Being lied to by your own sister is never easy - nor is being accused of murder by the one person you thought you could trust. So naturally, when Taylor meets a stranger in a similar situation who believes in them, they're ecstatic… little did they know that the lies, deceit and misleading were just beginning. Will Taylor be able to find out who's behind this twisted game, dodge the lies, beat the unjust system, and get back to their home before their normal life is gone for good?
✏ writing ✏ reading ✏ maths ✏ music ✏
- equestrian5810
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Scratcher
70 posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
ʙᴇɪɴɢ attacked and left for dead ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ friend ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴀꜱʏ – ɴᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ robbed ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ Reed ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ Vulcan ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ/ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ.
…ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ.
ᴡɪʟʟ Reed ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ her allies really are, ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ threat ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ her home planet ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ hope ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ?
“Hᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ I ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴇ? Bᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ; ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏᴇᴅ: ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ LORD ᴛʜʏ Gᴏᴅ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛʜᴇʀsᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴇsᴛ.” - Jᴏsʜᴜᴀ 1:9
ʎɹɐɯǝsoꓤ ɯ’I ʻǝɹǝɥʇ ʎpʍoH
- IzzyRS2010
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Scratcher
100+ posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
ʙᴇɪɴɢ betrayed ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sister ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴀꜱʏ – ɴᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ backstabbed and spied on ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ Rily ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ friend ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ/ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ.
…ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ she ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ.
ᴡɪʟʟ Rily ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ is behind all this, ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇm ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ home ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ her one friend ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ?
(by gone for good I mean moving to another state)
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
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- JollofRice123
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Scratcher
500+ posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
Hey there Improvers! Here is @IntrovertedNerd's contribution:
“ʙᴇɪɴɢ abandoned ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ country ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴀꜱʏ – ɴᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ betrayed ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ Amethyst ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ rebel ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ her, she's ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ.
…ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ she ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ.
ᴡɪʟʟ Amethyst ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ is causing corruption, ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ police at their own game ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ the government building ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ justice ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ?”
“ʙᴇɪɴɢ abandoned ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ country ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴀꜱʏ – ɴᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ betrayed ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ Amethyst ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ rebel ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ her, she's ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ.
…ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ she ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ.
ᴡɪʟʟ Amethyst ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ is causing corruption, ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ police at their own game ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ the government building ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ justice ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ?”
- InsertJokeHere_
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Scratcher
3 posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
Sorry I'm late, my internet connection died on me a few days ago and just came back a few hours ago. Here's my addition:
ʙᴇɪɴɢ murdered ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ family ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴀꜱʏ – ɴᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ignored ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ Cloris ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ghost ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ.
…ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ.
ᴡɪʟʟ Cloris ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ exactly killed them, ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ clock ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ the crime scene ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ their body ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ?
ʙᴇɪɴɢ murdered ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ family ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴀꜱʏ – ɴᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ignored ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ Cloris ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ghost ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ.
…ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ.
ᴡɪʟʟ Cloris ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ exactly killed them, ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ clock ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ the crime scene ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ their body ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ?
- JollofRice123
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Scratcher
500+ posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
Message from @IntrovertedNerd: I vote for @InsertJokeHere_'s prompt! But let's just start writing now, because CC have 10 points already, and they'll probably use stopwatch on us if they get to 15 first!
- JollofRice123
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Scratcher
500+ posts
Ideal Improvers || Insert-an-Idea Topic
POST 1 (using @InsertJokeHere_'s prompt. Improvers need to get started because CC are on their tenth post)
Cloris couldn't see herself. She was standing in front of the mirror. Was she a vampire now? Of course not, she thought: there were no such things as vampires.
Taking a step backwards, a cold feeling like ice water washed over her foot. Looking down, Cloris shuddered. It looked like a body. . . her body.
For the first time, Cloris paid attention to what she looked like. Or rather, what she didn't. The only sign that she was there was a body-shaped shimmer in the air. She had no idea what had happened.
“Let's see. . . a vampire? No,” thought Cloris aloud. “A ghost?” She genuinely believed this for a moment then shook the thought out of her head. “No. Ghosts don't exist. Or do they?”
The sound of laughter reached Cloris and she shivered. It wasn't like happy laughter, more like a witch's cackle. Reluctantly, Cloris glided towards the laughter. It was the kitchen where Cloris had spent lots of time staring at food in the cupboard. Food she wasn't allowed to eat. Now her brother and mother were eating like there was no tomorrow, while music blasted from a radio on the table.
How could they be partying when her dead body was upstairs? Then she had a sickening thought.
Maybe they DID know she was dead.
Cloris couldn't see herself. She was standing in front of the mirror. Was she a vampire now? Of course not, she thought: there were no such things as vampires.
Taking a step backwards, a cold feeling like ice water washed over her foot. Looking down, Cloris shuddered. It looked like a body. . . her body.
For the first time, Cloris paid attention to what she looked like. Or rather, what she didn't. The only sign that she was there was a body-shaped shimmer in the air. She had no idea what had happened.
“Let's see. . . a vampire? No,” thought Cloris aloud. “A ghost?” She genuinely believed this for a moment then shook the thought out of her head. “No. Ghosts don't exist. Or do they?”
The sound of laughter reached Cloris and she shivered. It wasn't like happy laughter, more like a witch's cackle. Reluctantly, Cloris glided towards the laughter. It was the kitchen where Cloris had spent lots of time staring at food in the cupboard. Food she wasn't allowed to eat. Now her brother and mother were eating like there was no tomorrow, while music blasted from a radio on the table.
How could they be partying when her dead body was upstairs? Then she had a sickening thought.
Maybe they DID know she was dead.
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Okay, people here's my bit (after doing my English school work which you could know about but won't want to haha xD):
Cakabane is their last name - they obviously needed one.
Jack is her brother. He obviously needed a name.
Cloris was younger than Jack - she was 12 and Jack's 15.
I need revenge, she thought. How dare they?
“Oh, I can't believe we actually got rid of her!” laughed Jack. “She was enough trouble already.”
“And we didn't even get caught!” added Cloris's mother. “Nobody is going to ever know. Apart from me and you, of course.”
“Yes,” Jack said. “But what will do with her dead body? What if someone visits?”
“We'll leave it in the loft, dummy,” said his mother.
“But won't somebody check the loft?”
“No,”
“Then let's take it, quick, before we're too stuffed with good food to do it,”
Mrs. Cakabane turned off the radio as she and Jack got up. They began their ascent up the stairs, with Cloris floating behind them. They obviously didn't know she was there. Or maybe they did and didn't do anything. Or maybe Cloris had never even existed. But she'd used to be able to see herself in the mirror…that was strange.
No, I can't be a vampire, they're not real, Cloris thought frantically. I'm not a ghost either. No…I am. No!
Cloris had watched way too many horror movies, so they must be scaring her now. Maybe they were even the reason her family wanted to rid of her. But couldn't have been possible. They didn't even know she'd been watching horror films. She'd used to watch them on her laptop by herself in her room-speaking of laptops and her room, what were they going to do with it? What would people say when she wasn't there? Would her mother or brother lie? Cloris then remembered - if she's a vampire, she wouldn't be visible at all in the mirror. But only an outline of a body had been in the mirror. So she must only be a ghost. She reached for where her face was.
It was icy cold. It felt like water. She could only be a ghost.
Cakabane is their last name - they obviously needed one.
Jack is her brother. He obviously needed a name.
Cloris was younger than Jack - she was 12 and Jack's 15.
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Wait, if I’m a ghost, does that mean I can waltz through the walls? Cloris closed her eyes as she ran towards the wall. Attempt one, let’s go. Sure enough, she found herself on the other side looking straight down the all familiar driveway. There’s someone coming, maybe I can get his attention! He was just the mailman and probably wouldn’t be able to do much for her, but it was worth the shot.
“Excuse me? Sir?” She called out to the man. Then she again remembered that she was what she feared- a ghost. While her voice still came out, it was hoarse and weak like crumbled milk chocolate without the milk part.
The mailman looked around wildly with eyes wide in fear. “What is it?” He called out shakily. Cloris moved nearer to him so that he might hear her better.
“I need help. My family murdered me, and since I’m dead and all, I can’t really do anything about it.” She explained in the most convincing way she could muster. Unfortunately, the mailman began to shake, and after a few moments of standing stock-still, he sprinted off in the other direction.
Well that didn’t work. Cloris tapped her ghostly hands on her face in a pondering gesture. Is there anything I can do?
“Excuse me? Sir?” She called out to the man. Then she again remembered that she was what she feared- a ghost. While her voice still came out, it was hoarse and weak like crumbled milk chocolate without the milk part.
The mailman looked around wildly with eyes wide in fear. “What is it?” He called out shakily. Cloris moved nearer to him so that he might hear her better.
“I need help. My family murdered me, and since I’m dead and all, I can’t really do anything about it.” She explained in the most convincing way she could muster. Unfortunately, the mailman began to shake, and after a few moments of standing stock-still, he sprinted off in the other direction.
Well that didn’t work. Cloris tapped her ghostly hands on her face in a pondering gesture. Is there anything I can do?
“Hᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ I ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴇ? Bᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ; ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏᴇᴅ: ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ LORD ᴛʜʏ Gᴏᴅ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛʜᴇʀsᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴇsᴛ.” - Jᴏsʜᴜᴀ 1:9
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Cloris tried to find Mr Midnight, her cat. She went back through the house (yes, through; she glided smoothly through the walls) without a sound. She flew up the stairs and found Mr Midnight perched on a stack of books, curled up and taking a nap. Mr Midnight is a black cat with yellow eyes.. Cloris recalled reading somewhere that black cats are unlucky, so maybe Mr Midnight would hear her? It was a crazy idea but she tried. “Mr Midnight! Can you hear me?” She asked, still with hope. The cat woke up and rubbed his eyes. Yes, Cloris. Whats the matter? A voice spoke in her head, as soft as a purr. She jumped back. “Mr Midnight! You can hear me!” She jumped over to Mr Midnight and hugged him fiercely. “Oh gosh, you can hear me.” She repeated again, in happy exhaustion. She pulled back, since she had forgot that Mr Midnight had to breath although she did not. “Am I a ghost?” She asked, with big eyes. Yes. The voice said once again. Cloris hear a feint meow.
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Cloris couldn't believe this was happening.
THUD.
“Wow, Cloris is heavy. Good riddance.” Jack's voice wafted down from the loft. Cloris stroked Mr Midnight. At least she had one source of comfort. What had happened? She rubbed her head. She had seen the knife - and her family, but before that… Nothing.
“Hey Cloris!” shouted Jake from the stairs. Cloris just walked past. She didn't want her brother to distract her. She had something to do.
The memory came streaming back to her. That was… Monday afternoon? Everything was so confusing.
“Mr Midnight… do you - do you know what happened?” Cloris nervously asked to her cat. No reply.
Cloris walked into the living room. Blood, everywhere. On the carpet, on the walls, even splattered on the TV. She turned away. It was all too gruesome. Cloris felt a distant cold sensation in her feet. She looked down and saw a knife, plastered in blood, beneath her foot. Then - nothing. Cloris fainted.
THUD.
“Wow, Cloris is heavy. Good riddance.” Jack's voice wafted down from the loft. Cloris stroked Mr Midnight. At least she had one source of comfort. What had happened? She rubbed her head. She had seen the knife - and her family, but before that… Nothing.
“Hey Cloris!” shouted Jake from the stairs. Cloris just walked past. She didn't want her brother to distract her. She had something to do.
The memory came streaming back to her. That was… Monday afternoon? Everything was so confusing.
“Mr Midnight… do you - do you know what happened?” Cloris nervously asked to her cat. No reply.
Cloris walked into the living room. Blood, everywhere. On the carpet, on the walls, even splattered on the TV. She turned away. It was all too gruesome. Cloris felt a distant cold sensation in her feet. She looked down and saw a knife, plastered in blood, beneath her foot. Then - nothing. Cloris fainted.
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She woke up later and heard some footsteps below. She got up and glided down the stairs. Their neighbor, Adaline was at the door holding a basket of flowers. She insisted the come inside to have some tea. Jack and his and Cloris's mother, Mrs. Cackabane, tried to encourage her to come another time. But she was persistent and stubborn and waddled right along in. She headed up to the loft and screamed. “CLORIS IS DEAD! THERES A BODY- OH MY!” She called 911. A few minutes later a detective came in and went to inspect the loft. Jack and Ms Cackabane tried to look grieving, but Cloris knew it was all an act.
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Cloris turned around and saw Mr. Midnight behind her. “Wait.. how can you hear me, again?” She asked in her watery ghost voice. I am a ghost too. Soon you will find you can shapeshift as a ghost. I shapeshifted into a cat so I don't scare anyone alive. Mr. Midnight answered. Mr. Midnight started to twist and spin into.. a girl! A ghost girl, as it appeared! She had curly hair in two bund and a satin dress. “Whoah. So, you believe me?” Cloris marveled in amazement. Yes. I was killed by someone I thought I could trust too.. I can help you get justice, get the justice I never did get. “Hm, how old are you?” Cloris wondered; she was naturally curious. She hoped Midnight didn't find the question rude. Nine-hundred-forty-two. Though I try not to think about it.
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“Is the world even that old?” Cloris laughed, and realized that she hadn’t done that in a while. Such a sad thing, isn’t it? That we waste our lives going around and being unhappy when we are able to do something we love to do. She sighed, and looked at her hands that had once been those of an artist, and a musician.
“Why did they do it? I didn’t think that they hated me that much…” Cloris looked straight at the girl. “What was your name? Why were you killed?”
“Oh, it was all so very long ago… I don’t think that they ever did find out why. Besides, there wasn’t really a whole lot of law enforcement out here back then.” The ghost girl curled her hair around her finger as she thought. “I don’t really remember what my name was… I think it may have been something… Never mind. It would probably be something much too difficult for someone of the twenty first century to pronounce. That is, if it was even English. You can just call me Midnight, I suppose.”
“That makes sense.” Cloris smiled. At least I won’t be alone as a ghost. “What did you like to do when you were alive?” She thought for a moment, and then cried out. “Oh, I don’t think I could ever stand being dead if I can’t make music!”
“Why did they do it? I didn’t think that they hated me that much…” Cloris looked straight at the girl. “What was your name? Why were you killed?”
“Oh, it was all so very long ago… I don’t think that they ever did find out why. Besides, there wasn’t really a whole lot of law enforcement out here back then.” The ghost girl curled her hair around her finger as she thought. “I don’t really remember what my name was… I think it may have been something… Never mind. It would probably be something much too difficult for someone of the twenty first century to pronounce. That is, if it was even English. You can just call me Midnight, I suppose.”
“That makes sense.” Cloris smiled. At least I won’t be alone as a ghost. “What did you like to do when you were alive?” She thought for a moment, and then cried out. “Oh, I don’t think I could ever stand being dead if I can’t make music!”
“Hᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ I ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴇ? Bᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ; ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏᴇᴅ: ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ LORD ᴛʜʏ Gᴏᴅ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛʜᴇʀsᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴇsᴛ.” - Jᴏsʜᴜᴀ 1:9
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Here! (CC are on 14 too!):
"Well, there must be something we could do,“ Midnight said. ”Something. I remember that you had a viola in your bedroom!“
”Of course!“ Cloris remembered the viola that sat in the corner of her bedroom. ”But what about me getting justice?“
”We could write a song,“
”What type of song?“
”That would convince the police that your family killed you.“
”But they'd be scared of us.“
”That's why I'm going to teach you how to shapeshift. Like I did.“
”Will we be able to manipulate their brains like you did with me?“
”I guess. So then, the shapeshifting. You'll have to say the words I say.“
”As follows?“
”
1 9 2 7, a year when a tragic death of a girl took-
“
”What death?“ Cloris interrupted on only the first sentence.
”Never mind that. Do what I say.“
”Oh. Sorry.“
”
1 9 2 7, a year when a tragic death of a girl took place,
One that would be forgotten forever.
But could a power be brought along?
Along to a ghost of a body that's been shut away so long?
And now she can take over brains and shapeshift.
Now you do it.“
”
1 9 2 7, a year when a tragic death of a girl took place,
One that would be forgotten forever.
But could a power be brought along?
Along to a ghost of a body that's been shut away so long?
And now she can take over brains and shapeshift.
" Cloris repeated.
She and the girl transformed - Cloris as a dog and the girl as the cat.
"Well, there must be something we could do,“ Midnight said. ”Something. I remember that you had a viola in your bedroom!“
”Of course!“ Cloris remembered the viola that sat in the corner of her bedroom. ”But what about me getting justice?“
”We could write a song,“
”What type of song?“
”That would convince the police that your family killed you.“
”But they'd be scared of us.“
”That's why I'm going to teach you how to shapeshift. Like I did.“
”Will we be able to manipulate their brains like you did with me?“
”I guess. So then, the shapeshifting. You'll have to say the words I say.“
”As follows?“
”
1 9 2 7, a year when a tragic death of a girl took-
“
”What death?“ Cloris interrupted on only the first sentence.
”Never mind that. Do what I say.“
”Oh. Sorry.“
”
1 9 2 7, a year when a tragic death of a girl took place,
One that would be forgotten forever.
But could a power be brought along?
Along to a ghost of a body that's been shut away so long?
And now she can take over brains and shapeshift.
Now you do it.“
”
1 9 2 7, a year when a tragic death of a girl took place,
One that would be forgotten forever.
But could a power be brought along?
Along to a ghost of a body that's been shut away so long?
And now she can take over brains and shapeshift.
" Cloris repeated.
She and the girl transformed - Cloris as a dog and the girl as the cat.
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The two dead girls ran together to Cloris’s old bedroom. She switched back to a human form to pick up her instrument, but her hands went through it. “Darn it, I should have guessed that I couldn’t pick things up while I can go through walls.” She frowned, and shuddered at the thought of what might become of her. “You know what? I always thought that music would exist in every corner when you died. In fact, I believe that music was the original language, the one that came into existence at the beginning of the world, and the one that will live to the very end of the ages.”
“Perhaps the world of endless music is what we will reach after we do what we must to get the justice we seek.” Her mouth formed a thin line for a moment, but then she returned her gaze to the instrument. “There actually is a way for our kind to pick things up.” Midnight whispered, and moved forward. She layed her hands on the instrument, and breathed deeply - if that’s what it’s even called when a ghost does it. She whispered soft words under her breath, it was almost as if she were speaking to a young child or an animal.
Midnight nodded to Cloris and held the instrument out to her after she took it out of the case. Cloris began to speak to it herself, and somehow, it didn’t seem strange at all. The words simply rolled off her tongue, and it even may or may not have given the instrument some life, giving it a chance that she had lost. “Hello my lovely, how are you doing today?”
“Perhaps the world of endless music is what we will reach after we do what we must to get the justice we seek.” Her mouth formed a thin line for a moment, but then she returned her gaze to the instrument. “There actually is a way for our kind to pick things up.” Midnight whispered, and moved forward. She layed her hands on the instrument, and breathed deeply - if that’s what it’s even called when a ghost does it. She whispered soft words under her breath, it was almost as if she were speaking to a young child or an animal.
Midnight nodded to Cloris and held the instrument out to her after she took it out of the case. Cloris began to speak to it herself, and somehow, it didn’t seem strange at all. The words simply rolled off her tongue, and it even may or may not have given the instrument some life, giving it a chance that she had lost. “Hello my lovely, how are you doing today?”
“Hᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ I ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴇ? Bᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ; ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏᴇᴅ: ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ LORD ᴛʜʏ Gᴏᴅ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛʜᴇʀsᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴇsᴛ.” - Jᴏsʜᴜᴀ 1:9
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“Great, in fact! Why thank you for asking.”
“May I pick you up?”
“Of course!” The violin flew into her hands, wanting to be played.
Cloris rattled her brain for a song to play- as the songs glided by in her mind, she stopped at one. She had learned it three years ago, and remembered it like the back of her hand.
She raised her bow to the violin and started gliding it back and forth along the strings. She had rosined the bow yesterday so it should be alright.
A soft, delicate music starting streaming from the violin.
Ta-da-da-ta-ta-daa-da-da-da-da-taaaaa-daaa-taaaaa
It was like an addiction; she loved this song and couldn't stop playing. She kept sliding the bow up and down, up and down.
Once she had stopped, she released the violin, placing it on her hip and dropped the bow into her right hand.
She heard applause coming from behind her, and she had a flashback to when she was only 9, and she had played this same song onstage at a live performance, and as she curtsied the crowd erupted into laughter, and there were bright neon lights everywhere, and music, and drinks and food..
Cloris's stomach rumbled as she realized she would never get to eat again. Or at least, never legally eat again, because she couldn't really pay for food, she could only take it when alive people were not looking.
She twirled around and it was Midnight.
“Great job!” Midnight smiled and patted Cloris on the back.
“May I pick you up?”
“Of course!” The violin flew into her hands, wanting to be played.
Cloris rattled her brain for a song to play- as the songs glided by in her mind, she stopped at one. She had learned it three years ago, and remembered it like the back of her hand.
She raised her bow to the violin and started gliding it back and forth along the strings. She had rosined the bow yesterday so it should be alright.
A soft, delicate music starting streaming from the violin.
Ta-da-da-ta-ta-daa-da-da-da-da-taaaaa-daaa-taaaaa
It was like an addiction; she loved this song and couldn't stop playing. She kept sliding the bow up and down, up and down.
Once she had stopped, she released the violin, placing it on her hip and dropped the bow into her right hand.
She heard applause coming from behind her, and she had a flashback to when she was only 9, and she had played this same song onstage at a live performance, and as she curtsied the crowd erupted into laughter, and there were bright neon lights everywhere, and music, and drinks and food..
Cloris's stomach rumbled as she realized she would never get to eat again. Or at least, never legally eat again, because she couldn't really pay for food, she could only take it when alive people were not looking.
She twirled around and it was Midnight.
“Great job!” Midnight smiled and patted Cloris on the back.
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
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(And oh no I just realized that I posted mine right after someone else's, disrupting the chronological order. Rewrite in progress…)
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