☀ 100 Oηє-Sнσт/Scєηє Ƈнαℓℓєηgє ☀

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Injured ☀ Sinking ☀ Father ☀ Exploit ☀ Boredom ☀ Art of Conversation ☀ Take your Best Shot ☀ Creativity ☀ Flash ☀ Puzzling Words ☀ Ill ☀ Skeleton ☀ Nothing ☀ Servitude ☀ Possibilities ☀ Weightless ☀ Just Say It ☀ Last Words ☀ Immature ☀ Blazing ☀ Help ☀ Presence ☀ Because ☀ Forced ☀ Reversed ☀ Cast Away ☀ Emotions ☀ Questions ☀ Wishing ☀ Crackling ☀ Curl Up ☀ Together ☀ Look Again ☀ Brief ☀ Space ☀ Special ☀ Jinx ☀ Stop Fussing ☀ Cozy ☀ Breaking ☀ Either Or ☀ Tell Me a Story ☀ Waiting ☀ Willpower ☀ Who Am I? ☀ Idol ☀ Unseen ☀ Just Try ☀ For Me? ☀ Your Choice! (You got to 50!) ☀ Useful ☀ Treasure ☀ Ceremony ☀ Lightning ☀ Protection ☀ Stay With Me ☀ Mint ☀ Rescue ☀ Dominant ☀ Thief ☀ Deserter ☀ Stolen ☀ Sarcasm ☀ Darling ☀ How Much is too Much? ☀ Over ☀ Try Again ☀ Hidden ☀ Forgotten ☀ The First Time ☀ Aging ☀ Soldiers ☀ Justice ☀ Tread Carefully ☀ One False Step ☀ Connection ☀ Mess ☀ It Can't Be ☀ In Due Time ☀ Awake ☀ Delicious ☀ Fallen ☀ Trickery ☀ Around the Bend ☀ Well Traveled ☀ Choices ☀ Surplus ☀ Rough ☀ If ☀ Friend ☀ Found Not Lost ☀ Spiral ☀ Deep ☀ I Could Have ☀ Desirable ☀ Resentment ☀ Build Up ☀ Inch by Inch ☀ Dilemma ☀ Blue Sky

Link = Completed
Progress = 3/100

“Little by little, day by day, okay?” ☀ “Get. Off. Right now.” ☀ “... That’s it.” ☀ “So, uh, we should… probably run now.” ☀ “You’re insane! I love it.” ☀ “Hey, I offered to help you.” ☀ “Who’s laughing now?” ☀ “Would you please just be quiet?” ☀ “Whoa, buttercup, whoa.” ☀ "I can’t believe you talked me into this." ☀ “Marry me?” ☀ “Hey! I was gonna drink that!” ☀ “You did all of this for me?” ☀ “This isn’t over.” ☀ “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” ☀ “Well, this is awkward.” ☀ “It was you who was standing there.” ☀ “That is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”☀ “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” ☀ “Uh, she’s gunna punch you, man.” ☀ “BAHAHAHA- ahem.” ☀ “I think I am concussed.” ☀“You have got to be kidding me.” ☀ “This ain’t that kind of movie.” ☀ “Is it… dead?” ☀ “I’ll just sit here and wait for you to be finished.” ☀ “You wound me.” ☀ “Trust you? PAH.” ☀ “I don’t know who you are.” ☀ “It’s okay. I promise. I’m here.” ☀ “Oh, this is going to be good.” ☀ “Well, I finally got your attention.” ☀ “Like a hole in the head.”☀ “I'm... okay.” ☀ “Well, are you coming?” ☀ “Where are your pants!?” ☀ “Help me push it.” ☀ “It’s almost midnight, no way!” ☀ “Positively smashing.” ☀ “Don’t let go, okay?” ☀ “You can’t leave me like this.” ☀ “Say that to my mother.” ☀ “Sing me a lullaby, please?” ☀ “This hurts worse than I thought it would.” ☀ “Hah! - oh, wait, you’re serious?” ☀ “As much as I’d enjoy that…” ☀ -gasp- “The plague!” ☀ “No!” ☀ “YES.” ☀ “I won’t let you do this.” ☀ “I’ve still got it.” ☀ “I can’t do it. I just can’t.” ☀ "Don’t you ever do that again!" ☀ “I thought I lost you.” ☀ "Teach me?" ☀ "Don’t you dare throw that snowball-" ☀ "It could be worse." ☀ "We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?" ☀ "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice." ☀ "What are you so afraid of?” ☀ “How did you get that scar?” ☀ “You said WHAT?” ☀ “Can you stop bringing that up?” ☀ “Wait for me!” ☀ “We’ll be dead by morning.” ☀ “STOP TALKING.” ☀ “I do.” ☀ “I don’t want to.” ☀ “What did I ever do to you?!” ☀ “Follow me.” ☀ -SIGH- “I can’t reach it.” ☀ “What are you waiting for?” ☀ “WAIT NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT-” ☀ “I don’t need you.” ☀ “You deserve better.” ☀ “If you love something, let it go.” ☀ “Why do I have to wear this?” ☀ “Here goes nothing.” ☀ “Where the heck were you?!” ☀ “I don’t need help.” ☀ “We’re gonna be parents…” ☀ “I didn’t think you knew.” ☀ “I thought those were poisonous.” ☀ “Don’t make me go alone.” ☀ “I’m sorry… I didn’t know.” ☀ “I’d be lost without you.” ☀ “Just leave me!” ☀ “I dare you to…” ☀ “Run!” ☀ “How did you manage that?” ☀ “Liar!” ☀ “I don’t even want to be here.” ☀ “Oh crap, we fell asleep!” ☀ “Is this the life you wanted?” ☀ “GIVE ME THAT.” ☀ “Get back here!” ☀ “Let go of me!” ☀ “I’ll just follow you.” ☀ “YOU DON’T SAY.” ☀ “And yet, you love me anyway.” ☀ “I just thought I’d have a swim.” ☀ “Don’t cry.”

Link = Completed
Progress = 0/100

Why hello! My name is ❤ Sunberry ❤ (you can call me Sun if you'd like), and I have decided to do this challenge here and this challenge here. Be warned, however, as I may not update too often; school has begun and I am very busy nowadays, but I will try to write when I feel like doing so. That being said, I hope you enjoy my stories c:

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

☀ ǀηנυяє∂ ☀

A bright smile curls onto my lip, a shimmering seventeen reflecting off my eyes. I made the team. The team. The one I failed to make last year and spent all summer working to achieve.

I am a volleyball player.

I let out a little screech, my grin still not fading.

My mom rushes in. “What is it, Kylie-” An expression of happiness and shock appears on her own face as she spots the screen. “Oh, Kylie!” she squeals, giving me a huge bear hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

I can barely keep the happy tears from rolling down my cheeks as I return the gesture. “I’ll go tell your father!” she calls as she leaves the room, a skip in her step. Ah, I love my mom.

I turn to my computer, pulling up my e-mail and begin writing a message to Cassie, my best friend:

Fʀᴏᴍ﹕ ᴋʏʟɪᴇᴊᴏʜɴsᴏɴ﹫ɢᴏᴛᴍᴀɪʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ
Tᴏ﹕ ᴄᴀss.ʙ﹫ɢᴏᴛᴍᴀɪʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ
Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ﹕ Gᴜᴇss Wʜᴀᴛ﹖﹗

Cᴀss﹗ Gᴜᴇss ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ﹖...

I’m glad I don't have to worry about Cassie’s feelings; she had decided not to try out, preferring to run instead, which was the other option. She kind of hates volleyball, but she’s always supportive.

A response arrives only a few seconds later:

Fʀᴏᴍ﹕ ᴄᴀss.ʙ﹫ɢᴏᴛᴍᴀɪʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ
Tᴏ﹕ ᴋʏʟɪᴇᴊᴏʜɴsᴏɴ﹫ɢᴏᴛᴍᴀɪʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ
Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ﹕ Rᴇ﹕ Gᴜᴇss Wʜᴀᴛ﹖﹗

Tʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀᴡᴇsᴏᴍᴇ﹐ Kʏ﹗ I’ᴍ sᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ <₃ Wᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ﹗

We exchange ideas back and forth and finally decide to have pizza at her place after the teams – A, B, or C – are selected. I know it’s a bit of a stretch, but I begin to hope for B team. C would be fine, great even, but I have to set a new goal and B is high enough.

I get ready for bed, excited for my first day of practice, and say a silent prayer before falling asleep.

My family has a strong Christian faith and my own relationship with the Lord is growing, even. I feel grateful to have him by my side and I’m sure I couldn’t have made the team if it wasn’t for him.

My eyes finally droop and I dream.

☀☀☀

The next day flies by quickly, despite my stress and seemingly endless line of classes, and it is time to practice with the team. My team. The thought still makes me smile and my brain hasn’t even begun to process the fact.

The volleyballs are on the court quickly and after a few serves we scrimmage. Our gym has two courts to practice, and I am lucky enough to be in the back – the place where I’m most comfortable. Back right to be exact.

I crouch down, sure to keep my hands apart as I wait for the ball to arrive. It soars over, beautiful in its midst and I am ready for it.

I step forward slightly as I make contact and a high pass is made to the setter. Yes! I think, feeling more confident about myself.

The other side receives a ball after ours hits the ground, and I stay low once more, ready to defend our side. This time the ball is short, and the setter is the first to make contact. Only… they didn’t make a good pass. The ball hits the girl’s fore arms before flying high and out of bounds.

I am the closest one. I am the one to chase the ball. I sprint after the object, not willing to let it touch the ground, when I trip and feel a shocking pain in my foot.

I begin crying on instinct, my eyes red as I try to stand up. But there’s no point – I have broken my ankle and won’t be able to stand. I hear voices echoing, as if they’re far away, as people crowd around me. I turn my head, spotting the cause of my injury. A ball. Just… a ball; one that had rolled out of bounds from the other court and had been forgotten.

I begin to laugh, forgetting my pain, and know I must look insane. I was taken down by a ball. I just can’t stop the giggles rising in my tight throat.

☀☀☀

I don’t remember much of what happened now. I was taken to a hospital where x-rays were taken – one’s that only confirmed what I had inferred. My ankle is broken.

I won’t be able to play, and I know it. I will never even know what team I am supposed to be on, because the season won’t last long. I had worked so hard over the summer; I went to clinics, played club, I even went to several volleyball camps only to be injured the first day.

My ankle isn’t the only thing that feels broken.

Tears run down my cheeks as I lay in my hospital bed. I never wanted this. I never asked for there to be a silly ball left on the court, I never expected this to happen.

But I can’t control what happens, can I?

I am just an injured player in a world of crippling courts. And I have been defeated.

☀ 816 Ɯσя∂ѕ ☀

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

☀ Sιηкιηg ☀

Water filled my mouth, my lungs, until it became all that was left of my existence. I called out, weakly, of course, but no one answered, and soon my throat was too full to scream.

But I can't just tell you about my death - no, that would be too sad. Why don't I tell you what really happened?

☀☀☀

The sun shone bright on my short red fur, warming it as I lay resting. I sighed with relief - my aching muscles relishing the comfort. Hunting was work, and it was a necessary for every warrior to perform the task. Without food the clan would fall like a great oak in a thunderstorm: quickly, and without warning. I'm not that great of a hunter personally, but I make do with my effort.

"Hey, Cherryclaw! We need you for our patrol!"

Cherryclaw groaned as she stood, answering her deputy and friend with as little annoyance as she could muster, "I just finished my hunt; I brought home a rabbit and a mouse! Shouldn't that award me just a moment of rest?"

Cloudwhisker sighed slightly, her copper eyes filled with regret. "I'm really sorry, Cherryclaw, but after the greencough everyone is working more than usual" --she looked down a moment, her voice sorrowful-- "we lost so many warriors..."

Cherryclaw immediately felt guilty; she really shouldn't of protested. She placed her tail on her dear friend's shoulder, "I'm sorry..." She paused, not sure how to continue. Cloudwhisker had lost her father, and many of her beloved clan. She was likely to become leader soon, and she was always sure to connect with her warriors on a personal level. Cherryclaw, having no family - for her parents left the clan long ago - could hardly understand how she felt. Hopefully helping out could do some good. "I'll go," she smiled reassuringly.

Cloudwhisker nodded, feeling grateful. She pushed her sadness aside, like she always did for her clan. She sighed. "Well, then, we ought to go."

They tread through the forest, stopping at the border they shared with RushClan to mark it. Just as Cherryclaw bent down to sniff the border, a call echoed through the trees, one of distress.

"What is - " Cloudwhisker pondered, looking around to find the source.

"I'll check it out." I responded, running towards the sound, one that was hardly heard over the rush of the water in the river that RushClan was named for. What I found was astonishing. It was... a warrior. He was just standing there on the other side... smiling. I tilted my head in confusion, and he chuckled.

"I suppose you heard my call - perhaps they'll hear yours."

"Wha - "

Before I could continue, I was pushed. The drop wasn't long, thankfully, but the water was strong. I thrashed, hoping to somehow stay able water where I could gulp in some oxygen.

It was no use. The river was high, and strong as it always was. I was sinking, and I was never to see the surface again.

As my lungs began to collapse, and my body began to shut down, I forgot the pain. The one thought in my head revolved around the tom that had stood before me. He was definitely from RushClan - that was certain... Ah! He was the one who had convinced Applestar to keep the herbs from us, at the Gathering. I once overheard him; he was certainly not a quiet fellow.

"They're weak," he claimed, "they don't deserve our meager supplies. What if they spread their sickness to us? We'll need what we have!"

The idea was so clear now; he wanted us to be weakened by the disease so he could pick us off. I try to laugh, satisfied with my death. I'm glad Cloudwhisker had asked me to join them. If I hadn't, she would've gone after the sound herself and would've died. They need her, not me. She's going to be leader - one of the best we've had, so we - or I suppose it's they now - need her to help them. She'll make it through this. I will be a warning to those who are important.

With this thought in mind, I allow myself to perish, entering StarClan with pride.

☀☀☀

It's only been a few dawns since my death. They - StarClan - have allowed me this one task. What an honor! I barely remain calm as I approach Cloudwhisker, watching as her copper eyes lit up again.

I nod, smiling myself. "With this life I give you sacrifice, so that you may use it for the good of others." I touch my nose to hers, giving her a life that I know will be used wisely, as mine was.

Who knew that sinking led to greatness?

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[❤ Sunberry ❤]

☀ Ƒαтнєя ☀

I guess I’ve always been a bit of a “daddy’s girl” as many would call it. But, really, what else could I be?

My mother, Adaline Lucas, had always been a little on the wild side, and she was never one to be tied down. As soon as I was quiet and asleep in my crib and she knew that my father was at home from work, she would leave. I never knew where she went or what she did but I know she left.

Even as an infant, I could feel within my heart that my mother wasn’t there. It was a chill, a subtle knowing that robbed you of warmth as soon as the door was shut. I remember, or more like my father would remind me, that I used to cry and cry and cry, knowing in the pit of my stomach that she had left for the night.

She was a free spirit, always needing to be away with her friends, always needing to take risks, always needing to be free from the one thing that she felt tied her down: me.

Now I don’t mean to make you pity me or anything similar in nature, but I thought I’d explain why I couldn’t – well, can’t – be anything else but a daddy’s girl.

Don’t get me wrong; my mother fed me, clothed me, and rocked me to sleep with a lullaby every night, but it was always my father that would comfort me in the wee hours of the morning when I felt alone. He would make me giggle with his silly expressions and hold me tight when I cried. He was the one who helped me learn to walk and spent those horrible toddler days watching my every move – on those years when everything looked and felt like food.

He was the one who comforted me when I tried to go to my first day of pre-school and ended up crying, and assured me that he would be back soon – as soon as he could, but that I would also have a lot of fun if I let myself be without him.

My mother, while she was wonderful, she would only give me a hug and say, “I love you,” not even staying long enough to see how damp my cheeks had become.

My father and I had always had a special connection, one that my mother and I never seemed to reach. He was the one I ran to when I scraped my knee, the one I talked to when I had a problem, or when there was a new girl at school who had become my best friend.

And only seven years after I had been brought into the world, my mother had died. There was a car accident, and my father and I cried together, him holding me close for several days. I loved my mother very much, and our love and grief from our loss of her had brought him and I even closer still. We would reminisce about our times together as a family, about those rare occasions when she would keep her friends waiting and would instead stay, both my parents comforting me from the day’s difficulties.

Even so, none of those first grade playground arguments could prepare me for the loss of her. On Mother’s Day I would make a card and my father and I would visit her grave, setting down the paper filled with rainbows and promises that we would someday meet again.

Time passed and the tears coming from both our eyes subsided. We didn’t cry as often as we used to and instead focused on the good in our lives. In the realization that we had each other still.

On the day of my first school dance my father volunteered as a supervisor. He watched me learn a few steps from across the room, and I remember when it came time for a slow dance I glanced around for the boy I liked, hoping he would offer me his hand. When I saw him dancing with another girl, I paused, suddenly feeling self-conscience and alone.

Like a knight in shining armor, my father appeared with a big smile on his face, bowing before me and asking if I would give him the honor of the last dance. I smiled wide, my disappointment gone like the wind, and took his hand, twirling away until we had to leave.

Every time that I visit him and my mother in the gray field mingled with many flowers I remember the stars above and how they had twinkled on the middle school gym floor. I spin around, even though myself am graying, and smile nearly as bright as the petals on the yellow flowers I hold.

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