[Ravendarus]

Username: Ravendarus
Name: Oasis
Prompt: "What do I keep in my bucket you ask? Why it is a secret of mine, something precious indeed! What you want to know? Well I will tell you what... if you present me with something I like, I will tell you. Oh a gold coin? Okay here is my treasure." She mused as she reached tenderly into the little bucket and pulled out a small red and blue toy boat, "You see I have had it since I was little and I couldn't let it go... so I keep it with me at all times." She said gently. "When I was young I had a friend that played with me on the beach, she got me this as a gift for my birthday and before she moved away... I was so sad when she moved so that is why I carry it around with me where ever I go. It is very precious to me you see and I don't want to risk losing it or letting it collect dust." She said tenderly as she placed it back in her small bucket. "Plus it fits just perfect in my favourite bucket!" She chuckled gently.

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[metanoia.]

Username: metanoia.
Name: akwa
Prompt:
something i hold very dear to me.
isn't kept in hands.
i know that this is the key to me.
for i found them in the sands.
i pushed and pattered until i found.
his little tiny head was very much so crowned.
i keep him in this bucket that i hold.
let's just hope the water doesn't grow mold.
i know he loves, i know he sees.
one time i even saw him pee!
he is not a dog.
he is not a frog.
the little creature that i hold.
well, he's a jellyfish for being bold.
his name is bob.

i stink at poems, but i thought i would try. skshgd!!

[Areater]

Username: Areater
Name: Delmare ("of the sea")
Prompt: mark w/ a cracked seashell that reminds her of a past lover

[Black.Wings]

Username: Black.Wings
Name: Glóthach (Means Jelly in Irish)
Prompt: 143 Words

Jelly loves the sea and everything around it. Including Avian life, like seagulls and pipers. She has watched them for many years, learning their favorite treats! Thus the items she keeps in her little green bucket, are treats for the birds she loves so. She learned the seagulls love french fries and canned clams. The sandpipers are easy, bugs and worms are their favorites. Every day she wanders the beach feeding every bird she sees. All the birds around the beach know who she is and comes to be fed every chance they get. She pulled the food from her bucket, feeds the birds, and bids them farewell. Every night she discards the old food and cleans her bucket so it doesn't get stinky. She goes to bed with dreams of birds in her head and awaits the next feather filled day ahead.

[mtuan,]

Username:

mtuan,
Name:

Esme
Prompt:

A single pearlescent, teardrop shaped scale slides down into the bottom of the bucket with an almost inaudible little 'thump'. "It's 11:59 pm now, one more minute baby- the scale will help you remember me- us," a soft voice urges, her tone laced with fear and sadness as she sits by the ocean's edge. The waves crash against her skin, but she doesn't notice when her attention's focused solely on etching Esme's features into her memory.

"I won't forget you, I promise, here take- no wait!"

11:59 pm passes.

12:00 am of January 1st.

The memories are suddenly reset, the pearl bracelet supposedly for the other left upon Esme's wrist just as the single scale remains in the bucket. And the other girl- gone- gone with the wind into the depth of the unknown with nothing of Esme's to cherish; her memories wiped clear as if they'd never happened.

Only Esme remembers the girl of the sea. And she recalls every year, regardless of the annual reset.

The little scale remains in the bucket.

Every year Esme returns to their spot, bucket in tow.

In hopes of reuniting with the one who swam away.

[197 words]

[Panda-Love-100]

Username: PandaLover2006

Name: Helen

Prompt: Helen loves everyone around her, though that comes with a cost. When you are close to so many, there are a lot of hurts when things go wrong. When she was very young, her mother passed away. Right before she died, her mother gave her a pearl necklace and a note only to open after she was gone. That night, she breathed her last and in the morning Helen trekked to the sea shore to read the note. It held many good things and brought tears to her eyes. She then started to collect things from everyone she cherished, so that when they were gone she would be able to remember them and cherish her in her heart.

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Sorry if this is bittersweet, I just had a loved one pass so this seemed fitting (they also gave me a pearl necklace <3).

[BadgerBuddies]

Username: BadgerBuddies
Name: Maori
Prompt:
“What’s in this bucket you ask?” the mysterious heifer parroted back with a sly look. “The secret to Atlantis.” She tossed the bucket in your direction, the little green pail toppling over to reveal that it was, in fact, empty. You’re confused with the entire situation.

“That’s right. It’s empty. But, if you look at the trajectory of the moon and the sun, and calculate the exact coordinates of where this bucket washed up on the beach, it correlates to the rumors of the location of the sunken city” the dark cow babbled on. You were having trouble connecting the dots like she was. What you didn’t know was that you chose possibly one of the worst Buttermilks to stop and talk to on your beach walk; the Buttermilk that is obsessed with conspiracy theories. You ask if the bucket could simply be litter left behind by a child that was accidentally washed out to sea, that was now returning.

“That’s what they want you to think.”

(167)

(This picture personified)

[acadicus]

Username: BadgerBuddies
Name: Maori
Prompt:
“What’s in this bucket you ask?” the mysterious heifer parroted back with a sly look. “The secret to Atlantis.” She tossed the bucket in your direction, the little green pail toppling over to reveal that it was, in fact, empty. You’re confused with the entire situation.

“That’s right. It’s empty. But, if you look at the trajectory of the moon and the sun, and calculate the exact coordinates of where this bucket washed up on the beach, it correlates to the rumors of the location of the sunken city” the dark cow babbled on. You were having trouble connecting the dots like she was. What you didn’t know was that you chose possibly one of the worst Buttermilks to stop and talk to on your beach walk; the Buttermilk that is obsessed with conspiracy theories. You ask if the bucket could simply be litter left behind by a child that was accidentally washed out to sea, that was now returning.

“That’s what they want you to think.”

(167)

(This picture personified)

I highkey had a friend put all the entries into a doc without adding the username because I knew the competition might be Tough and oh boy it really was

Congrats! Their collar will be added ASAP <33

EDIT: I am big dumb and forgot to add the collar part of the form so just message me with what you want LOL

[BadgerBuddies]

Omg thank you so much ö as for the collar whatever you think fits best! I trust your judgement<33