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[Kodabomb]

Omg I wrote this based on our AWESOME drama skit today! It was a silent mime play that we had to create around dreams we imagined playing music.
During the skit the music was playing, and we did it slow, almost slow-motion. It was so cool, we filmed it and watched over and over. XD.
Anywho, here's the short story I did based on it!

Forever

Turning… slowly… such simplicity and calm coming from the moment of grace and childhood play. The grass tickling her feet and the flowers swaying with their sunny faces, they helped the gentle mood of carefree spinning.
Her soft, pink face turned up her red lips in a grin, a smile so beautiful and peaceful it made the world sing. She was untouched. She was happy. Just a girl.
She continued to turn, arms outstretched and body moving in such a way that her frilly white dress swished. Her brown locks bounced and flew in the breeze, highlighted by the bright red hair bow on the top of her brunette head.
But as the world and the happy surroundings slowed, to a point where they almost stopped, a pair of arms were wrapped around her shoulders and she was pulled into darkness.

Pictures flashed briefly within her mind. Pictures of a woman in black, her eyes highlighted and dripping with harsh black mascara that stained her white cheeks and bright red lips. As the woman reached out, she dropped to her knees and her surroundings vanished.

As her chocolate-brown eyes opened, a harsh and hot but dim, unseeing light blared down upon her face. Her face, with a look of terror and confusion and madness, while the ropes were wrapped tighter and tighter over her chest and waist.
There were footsteps, slow, steady, heavy footsteps, going around the chair and making the ropes more secure over her. When they stopped, her hands were bound together tight, so she couldn’t even reach forward to push the hair away from her bone-white, curtained face.
Realizing there seemed no escape, she tried to scream. A painful choke ripped through her throat, desperate to escape and sound her plea, but it was suddenly silenced by a gagging cloth that closed her lips.
And so, as the footsteps died, she was left in the dark. Highlighted only by a small light, she listened desperately to see if someone was coming to save her. Over and over, as she rocked back and forward on her hard chair, she tried to scream. But they were only agonizing gags in her throat, not able to escape from her sealed mouth.

The two girls stroked each others’ hair, smiling to each other like friends while they spoke. 
But it was not each other that interrupted their happy and content thoughts, but a thumping, banging and screaming that erupted from the doorway.
A young girl, her hair wild, face traumatized, and eyes terrified and pained. She was shaking violently, throwing her head back and screaming. She pressed her bloodied hands against the glass door and dropped to her knees, repeatedly thumping and bashing the surface with her fists.
One girl got to her feet and slowly opened the door to ask the little girl was wrong, but before she could ask of anything she had thrown her little arms around her waist. The strange girl buried her face into her holder’s chest, wordlessly screaming over and over.
The concerned girls sat her down on a spare seat, tightening their comforting grasp around her, asking what was wrong. 
But she couldn’t get her words out, and just sat there, shaking savagely and staring without eyes at her company. 
And as she was just beginning to calm herself, her vision vanished and the girls were gone. For a brief, silent, blinding second, she was surrounded by suffocating blackness.
She was seated on the dark, spotlighted chair once again.
The hot, strong arm crept over her shoulder, and the blade held in the hand glinted in the light. She held her breath as it became physically impossible to speak from terror, the silver knife touching her neck and resting there.
It was over. Of course it was.
But just as she silently mouthed her last prayers, anticipating death with a still, already-dead body, something touched her. An icy, soft hand came into contact with hers, the fingers entwining into her own and holding their grasp. A bodiless, comforting grasp.
That comfort seemed to dampen her worry and numb the pain, as the knife pressed down and silenced her forever.

Then she was in a happy place. Finally home at last. 
The cold hand still attached to hers, but with a body. The beautiful, mascara stained face looked down at her with a smile, letting her know all was well.
Forever.

[namii]

{{ was I accepted? .3.

[nutella ♥]

Hello c:
I'm writing this story for this thing, and I've just finished writing the rough draft. I've read over I a few times and think its ready to be critiqued before submitted to the thing. So would anyone be interested in reading through it? It's roughly 5000 words, and I cried a little at the end as I was writing it. XD just shoot my a PM if you're interested
Thanks!

@ Maerorem - no! It's making me eager. c: keep it up.
@auroria - don't mean to mini-mod or anything so I apologize if I am, but I believe that you are auto-accepted. c: welcome to inklings!

[Len.]

Username:
Pepper.
What we will call you:
Ocean or Pepper, your choice. =]
Will you critique other's work?:
Depends on the story
Links to your story if you have any:
I am a writer, but mostly on paper,
this is me trying to do it on a computer,
sorry, none yet.
Anything you want us to know?:
I've been stalking this thread for a while,
too scared to join 'cause I thought I may never use it
and it would clutter up my posts box, but I'm trying!

[sirène]

If any of you read it, i made a plot, and i said i would make a story out of it, this is my first story that i have made in quite a while, but i am always open to critique! This chapter is not done, just wanted to know if it sounds alright so far.

Slender fingers gripped the edges of a thick metal cell bar, fingernails chipped and bloody. A small grunt noise came from a young girl, at the age of around 15. Nightgown soaked deep in mud, hair black and stringy. The girl had not remember any English or stuff of the outside world. She had never realized she had just woken up, around 300 years later, she believes she has taken a small nap.
The girl's hands fumbled with the lock multiple times, she finally got the old rusty door to creak open, reveling a large metal door, which the girl stumbled up to, passing many people, transformed, their expression showing of complete fear. Her breathing started to get faster, as she raised her fist and beat the lock, her loud screams not alerting the others. She finally got the lock the break, as she walked out, or well... crawled out.
She grunted loudly as she had the sun beat down on her, but the girl's eyes finally adjusted to the area around her. People dressed in bright colors pierced her eyes, as she looked around, then gasped as she heard a scream of terror. She frantically looked around, only to see many people running towards her, bombarding her with so many question that she didn't understand.
The girl finally had enough, she screamed and attacked a older guy to her left, before about five people grabbed her legs, arms, and waist. She grunted loudly, trying to get out of their grasp. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left arm, feeling her eyes begin to close, but she forced them open, but she felt her body go limp.
"I don't understand, were the heck did she come from?" a young lady's voice said, clicking her pen and writing down on paper. "We don't have a clue, it seems she came out of a regular house." an older voice spoke, as the Girl finally fluttered her eyes open, her head scanning around the room slowly, bright light clouded her vision, as she grunted and squinted.
The lady walked over to her, before asking a question "What is you name?" The girl simply did not have a clue what this woman was saying, so she cocked her head slightly and made a small 'huh?' sound. "i believe this girl has amnesia, she clearly does not know any English." the lady said, turning back to the older man. The man nodded his head, and walked out of the room, the lady following. But before they left, the man said something "we shall call her J, because we have to put something down for her name." then he closed the door, as, now J heard a click.
J layed in her bed, hearing a beep every second. Her eyes went to her arm, as she saw many tubes and bandages. Did she cut herself? J didn't believe so, maybe she got cuts from the place she was in, the cell, as she remembers.
Then she just layed there, listening to every beep of the heart monitor. He gaze went to the door, hearing approaching footsteps come to her door, she heard a click, then bright lights filled the eerie darkness. A lady dressed in a loose purple top and white pants walked over to her. J looked up at the lady confused, hearing her semi-high voice fill the room. She smiled at J, which only caused J to growl slightly, she lady took a step back, after a few moments she was checking the thing in her arms, legs, basically tubes and bandages were connected everywhere on her body.

[Len.]

I wake up cold. Cold because of my nightmares. They have been happening for weeks now, it's hard to get any sleep.I'm often tired all day, but I don't risk a nap. I don't risk it for more than the fear of bad dreams. If I were to nap and not get my job done, I wouldn't get my dinner. Not that it's much anyways, like a slave would ever be given a real meal. But it is something, and I give most of it to my little sister anyways. My little sister, they didn't catch her, I hope they never do. She lives on the street now, and I give her most of my food. I'm fine in here, I mean, sure I'm stuck in a small room with twenty other girls, but at least I can keep my sister safe.

It's still the middle of the night, I should go back to sleep, maybe I'll get some peace from any sort of dream in the few remaining hours of silence, before the day's work begins.

My name is Amira. I am thirteen and I am a slave of a carpet manufacturing company. Sure, they call us employees, sure they say we get paid, and I mean, I guess we do, we aren't beaten like others, and we get a reasonable amount of food, enough to keep us going anyway. I keep my sister safe and fed, she stays out of trouble, it's a good trade-off. At least I can be thankful that I live in the heat of southern Pakistan., no freezing at night as in some places, so I'm told. And we do have a ceiling fan for the summer, it's not so bad. Except for the fact that we know there is no hope of us ever getting out. We are prisoners here until they decide we are of no more use to them. We are just children. And I am the oldest here. most are ten or twelve, some as young as eight. And most don't even remember their names, only the ones given to them by our 'master'. There are ten mattresses in our room, two girls per bed, and we take turns one of us sleeping on the cool tile floor. It's my turn tonight. I actually like it better than the low foam mat we sleep on.
My little sister is Marwa, and she is nine. Every night when we have an hour of time to ourselves, she comes to the back gate and I slip her half of my meal. Which usually consists of a small helping of rice, lamb, or chicken, and water.

I don't fall asleep, I'm awake through the night until the sun begins its ascent. I stand up and stretch my stiff back and neck, and carefully sit back down so as not to disturb anyone. I would leave to go walk outside, but they lock the doors at night until our shifts start. We weave carpets. Yes I know it's no grueling task, but ave you tried standing by a loom for twelve hours each day? not easy, even with a break every six. I hear the keys in the large door to our room unlock and it swings open. I catch my breath, standing there is our keeper, and he is holding Marwa by the arm. My nightmares have become reality.

Part 1, *Suspenseful music*

[Small Child]

Haha, okay, I'll keep it up!

[Lilysplash]

Thank you! XD
It's kind of a ruiner, though, isn't it?

X3 well, not quite. I don't know what it means yet. c:
Putting up an excerpt near the beginning would also be nice.

[namii]

Hello c:
I'm writing this story for this thing, and I've just finished writing the rough draft. I've read over I a few times and think its ready to be critiqued before submitted to the thing. So would anyone be interested in reading through it? It's roughly 5000 words, and I cried a little at the end as I was writing it. XD just shoot my a PM if you're interested
Thanks!

@ Maerorem - no! It's making me eager. c: keep it up.
@auroria - don't mean to mini-mod or anything so I apologize if I am, but I believe that you are auto-accepted. c: welcome to inklings!

{{ thanks!

[team free kick sass]

so hello i'm back from the dead somewhat

love, whale

i have some stuff i need edited
but only if you're a decent writer, please and thanks c:
pm me or post here, whatever works