[Muggywort]

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Res with a walk through a forest with their friend. I will be using lots of descriptive words.

[tenturo]

username; tenturo
name; Seiladore (seel - auh - dore) Seil for short
gender; female
short story; word count for story; 445

Seil sat inside her quaint little home, a cob house in the woods, humming softly to herself. She had a big day planned to go hiking, and she was quite excited. She finished her cup of warm chai tea before leaving the home, the crisp fall air filling her lungs. A happy grin crossed her face as she walked down the trail that led from her home to the cliff face. The drop was a good couple hundred feet, but heights didnt bother her too much. Beside the cliff face was a small sign, marking the entrance to the hiking trail she would take. She hesitated a moment before entering, a small cloud of doubt in the back of her mind. However, she found the courage to continue onward, the golden trees around her beckoning her inside.

A small bunny flopped onto the trail, tumbling over itself and landing with a plop. Seil jumped back in surprise, but as the small bunny lay still, she lowered herself to the ground, slowly creeping forwards. She nudged the small animal with her muzzle, trying to see if it was okay. "A-are you alright?" she whispered. The bunny groaned softly before lifting its head a little, nodding lightly. "I think so.." it responded. Seil couldn't help but feel concerned for the small creature - goodness knows what it'd get into out here!

"Come on - you look exhausted. Come to my place a bit? It's warm and I can make sure you aren't hurt," she murmured. She always had a soft spot for others, and the poor thing was so harmless. The bunny nodded in agreement and Seil smiled softly, picking her up gently between her jaws, letting it lay slack without pressing down on it. She walked as quickly but smoothly as she could back to her little home, pushing the old wooden door open. She laid the bunny down on a rug by the small fireplace, then went to get her some water. She returned moments later to look over the little bun, not seeing any serious injuries.

"You should be okay," she explained softly. The little bunny looked up at Seil with a grateful look in her eyes. "Thank you.. I was.. running from a.. a fox," the clearly female bunny said in ragged breaths. Seil nudged the water closer to her.

"Take a drink - calm down," she said calmly. The bunny took a long gulp, thanking Seil. "I'm Eupa," she said, her voice a bit smoother now that she'd had a drink and calmed down some.

"It's lovely to meet you, Eupa. I'm Seiladore, but everyone calls me Seil." she introduced herself with a warm smile.

[Individuality]

username; Individuality
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short story; [ 500 word maximum! ]
wip yesyes

[froghands]

username; mowingmylawn
name; veronica
gender; female
short story; veronica slowly opened her eyes, lifting herself up. she felt something wet on her forehead. she slowly put her paw atop her forehead, feeling a little sticky piece of peppermint. “joyce!” she yelled, grabbing it and pulling it off of her head. she frowned and hopped out of her bed, her nightgown got caught on the wood of her bed. she huffed and unhooked it.

soon she was setting off downstairs to yell at her bratty sister. veronica crossed her arms as she stood at the bottom of their stairs. “veronica! go give the flowers to mister butch!” her mother said, veronic mimiked her and grabbed her bonnet. she slowly tied it atop her head and looked in the mirror. she then swiflty grabbed her basket and sprinted outside. the streets were crowded. horses clip-clopping their way across the cobblestone roads that littered most of america then. veronica began walking, gripping the basket tightly. the town was bustling, the sun brightly shone upon it.

finally, veronica came upon his shop, she knocked and opened the door, the bell ringing merrily. she laughed and gave mister butch his basket of flowers. “well, well, well, ms veronica! howre you this fine morning?” he asked

“fine mister butch.” she grumbled, the bonnet becoming very uncomfortable. veronica then grabbed the flowers and set it in his vase that sat upon his counter. mister butch smiled and grabbed some matches and a deck of cards. his gruff face smiled at her.

“theres some stuff to go entertain yourself.” he said, he then grabbed the matches to show her. “give these to your mother, she was looking for these the other day.” he stated, setting them in her basket.

“okay, bye!” she said, grabbing the crads and putting them into her basket. veronica set back outside.

once she was home she hesitated and looked at the matches. she glanced around and walked around to the side of her house, plopping herself on a barrel and taking the matches. she began to try and light one. one sparked and lit up, she stared at it in amazement. she quickly blew it out though, not wanting to upset her mother. veronica then quickly hopped back inside and gave the stuff to her mother. “here mom.” she said, smiling to herself.

382 words :^)

[gravestones]

username: Necrozma
name: tbd
gender: Male
short story: 500 max
fff resss
- His friends drag him on an autumn hike
- He'd much rather play video games
- Ends up enjoying himself
?? idk...

[Galipaygo]

username; Galipaygo
name; Bambi
gender; Male
short story; [ 500 word maximum! ]

Res walking in forest and meeting deer and racoon

[iBrevity]

username; iBrevity
name; Mallory
gender; male

short story;
He remembered Mount Olympus with lingering fondness. His father was incapable of stripping him of such memories, much as he had tried; but he couldn't take from his son the sweeping hallways, the thin, cold clouds, the white marble floors of his childhood and adolescence. In his frequent fits of rage Zeus railed against having this son at all, ranted that he was an unnecessary addition to their palace, suggested sharply that he should simply stay with the mortals if he so prefers them to his family.

Mallory had always been good at controlling his temper. Through the years he had demurred to his father, apologized for his long absences from Olympus, and excused himself when Zeus petered out of insults. He preferred the humans because they were different; because they did not concern themselves with grudges centuries old, because they did not recognize him for what he truly was. He preferred the humans because they were not his family, because they did not know of his past atrocities, because they did not corner him on narrow cliffs and ask cruelly if he missed starting wars.

When one morning Mallory swept through the throne room smoking a thieved cigarette, his father stopped him with a shout. Mallory seethed, and again his father asked him, why do you like the mortals so much? Have they done for you half of what we have?

And Mallory, millennia old, undeniably young, said unexpectedly, "Because when I'm with them I don't have to see you."

Zeus reached for his memories, yanked at the press of bare feet on their marble porches, at the sensation of a close storm raising the fine hairs on his arms. When the memories were reluctant to come Zeus demanded Mallory remove himself from their mountain; and when Mallory resisted him, Zeus heaved from his hand a great, golden thunderbolt.

When Mallory woke, he was in a mortal body, on the mortal's earth. He felt claustrophobic, as though he was wearing clothes two sizes too tight; and he ducked into the nearest store he could find just to see himself, and stood dumbfounded before their mirror.

They had chosen for him the softest body they could find, Mallory thought dismally. He was small, slender, his hips and waist of similar width. He looked unable to lift more than twenty pounds, and to be panting at ten. Mallory pinched the bicep of this borrowed body and flinched when it actually hurt, and that was when he realized the true extent of his father's punishment. He remembered his father saying, if you prefer the mortals, why don't you stay with them?

Mallory, once called Ares, god of war, god of anger, god of violence, pressed his hands to his eyes and sighed. He considered offering to his father an apology; but the idea of it, of Zeus cramming his son here, where he was useless and frail, stilled him. He would stay and play at human, then. How hard could it be?

[500/500]

[ariri]

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res

[Anza]

dropping out due to school! ^^
gl to everyone

[what the hecky]

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res w visit to wildlife sanctuary