[lucky-dog]

Username: Lucky-dog
Name: Sun-set
PPS or growing: Growing
Favorite time of day(can be as specific as 5:38 pm or just evening): The sunset, as an explanation as to why when she first opened her eyes the first thing she saw was the sunset, the colors made here see the entire world brightly and so because of the sunset she is bubbly. The only time she is silent is when the sun first starts to set out of respect of how it made her see life

[groenii]

(art by me)

Username:Groenii
Name:Amelia
PPS or growing:growing
Favorite time of day(can be as specific as 5:38 pm or just evening):

Amelia likes nighttime best.

A shadow padded over a flowery meadow. The bright moonlight illuminated the brisk plumerian, and the fresh, crisp grass muffled the sound of her paws as the plumie advanced farther onto the hill in the meadow. With a sigh, the plume plopped down onto the wet grass. Drops of dew sparkled softly in the light of the bright moon as the plume heaved herself up in a sitting position. The hill was the highest hill in the entire meadow and gave a clear view of the surroundings. The darkness of the night swallowed up the grassy patches in the distance gradually, which gave the meadow a misty appearance. Amelia didn't mind though, in fact, she loves the night more than anything, because it is a time when everything is quiet and peaceful. It reminded her of the nights she used to spend with *that* person so many nights ago. They met during the summer vacation. He was unlike any other plume she had ever known, not boring like those other boys at her school. They'd sneak out at night to watch the stars and he'd tell her stories of the sun, moon and stars he'd read. Like the girl who cried because she lost he jewel, and then her tears turned into crystals sparkling like the brightest stars. Or the astral child who got a ladder and placed the stars in the night-sky. She'd listen to his stories for hours. But then the end of Summer break came and he told her he had to leave because he lived far away. She cried and cried, but he told her. "look! See that star? That's the star I always see at home. It's here too. If you and I both look at the star, we'll always be together!" With those words of parting, he left. Amelia still misses him dearly, but she has the star now. If she can manage to sneak outside, on a cloudless night, the meadow bathes in soft moonlight, and she can see all the stars brightly. She'll sit down and look at their star, telling him everything that happened during the day. She's sure they'll meet again one day, and look at the stars once more.

(all story examples are stories I know for real from a book,)

[wandzie.]

Possible entry!

Username:
Name:
PPS or growing:
Favorite time of day(can be as specific as 5:38 pm or just evening):

[wishbone!]

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◔ username ◔ Mythical Pancakes
◔ name ◔ Aureena {loosely meaning golden secret}
◔ PPS or growing ◔ Growing
◔ favorite time of day ◔ Aureena loves the Witching Hour.
It takes place from 12am (midnight) to 3am. She always sets her alarm from 11:50pm so she can prepare for "communing with the spirits". Aureena simply stays silent for 3 hours and listens to the natural sounds of the supposed spirits that are most active during this time. Sometimes if she can make out definite sounds, she tries to respond.
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⊰ The Witching Hour ⊱
Tick-tock, the clock strikes
a buzzing sounds cuts through the night.
Soul-seeing eyes flick open.
Items are hushed, all is silent
only the quiet whispers.
She listens, she breathes back

"I am here, I am here
are you here too?
I know you exist
I know you do."
More whispers appear
for she listens with a quiet ear.
They are not afraid of her
their secrets can be safe here.

[ancientwings]

Username:
IceyWolf

Name:
美月 Mizuki - means 'beautiful moon'

PPS or growing:
growing

Favorite time of day(can be as specific as 5:38 pm or just evening):
11:11:11

Art:


Story:
I'm still at the hospital, it hasn't yet been a day since I woke up. I don't remember who I am… Sitting out here staring at the moon, I just feel so hopeless.
"What are you doing out here" a nearby voice calls out to me breaking me from my thoughts.
"I wanted some fresh air…" I mumbled.
They sit next to me and say, "I know how you must be feeling, helpless and lost. You'll remember eventually."
"Yeah right." I say almost snapping at them.
"Well I can't help you…" they look down at their watch, get up and start to walk away. Stopping they turn around and say, "It's 11:11 make a wish." They then walk away leaving me alone with only my thoughts to keep me busy.
A wish? How stupid! Everyone is so stupid! They say it's a miracle I even woke up, and they won't stop talking about how, of all times I woke up at 11:11! It's just a stupid time! Time can't grant wishes or bring miracles! Calming down I start to think, I just don't know what to do. Then I get the weirdest thought…

Maybe I am special, maybe I have a connection with time.

[~Static~]

Username: Static.Bird
Name: Belleza, meaning "beauty" in Spanish.
PPS or growing: PPS.
Favorite time of day(can be as specific as 5:38 pm or just evening): Belleza's favorite time of day is "the witching hour" Which is at 12:00 a.m. and p.m.

Belleza emerged as the sun started to set, tying her hair back into a ponytail. She crept up the hill, taking a deep breath of fresh air as she reached the top. The air had become cool, but the ground was still warm from where the sun's rays had blanketed it. She settled down and watched the sun, taking her ponytail out and starting to braid feathers into it. She soon finished, and let the braid fall behind her shoulder as the moon and stars emerged into the sky, dappled moonlight falling through the trees and landing on Belleza's fur.

The young plumerian lay on her back and counted the stars, looking for constellations. She kept glancing down at her watch. 11:56. 11:58. 12:00. She stood up silently and let her hair down, the feathers swirling around her in a breeze as she gazed over the small plain beneath her. Belleza leaped off of the hill, feeling as free as if she was flying as the wind of the witching hour rushed through her fur and the stars glittered above... the tears of angels. She glided gracefully through the air as though she would never fall.

[~Arrow~]

Username:
Name:
PPS or growing:
Favorite time of day(can be as specific as 5:38 pm or just evening):

Reserve!

[Master of Nothing]

dropping out, good luck to all on winning this cutie, though!

[Olijter]

Username: Olijter
Name:
PPS or growing: Growing
Favorite time of day(can be as specific as 5:38 pm or just evening): 11:11

[Sable.]

Username: My username is Sable.

Name: This girl's name is Azalea. An azalea is a shrub which grows clusters of bright coloured and sometimes fragrant flowers. The name was inspired by her autumn colours, and azaleas come out in Autumn.

PPS or growing: Azalea is growing, and does not have PPS

Favorite time of day: Azalea's favourite time of day is 3:25 pm. For her it just seems that all the good things happen at this time of day.

A little plumie sat facing the garden, watching the breeze make the flowers bob up and down as if they were nodding in agreement; it was almost that special time. Taking a peak at the clock, it flashed 3:24. Almost time. Readying herself, she turned to face the clock fully and fidgeted as the clock finally changed to 3:25.

She screwed up and her eyes and held her breath as she made a special wish. That was the way it worked, if you wanted the wish you had to close your eyes and hold your breath while you made it. If the wish didn't come true, you either didn't do it within the minute or you did something wrong.

She cautiously tip-toed into the garden she had been previously watching, the plants still swaying in the wind. It was almost like they were pointing her in the direction of something. Sneaking across the garden in the direction the leaves were swaying towards, she found what she had wished for. A huge clump of dandelion flowers! She grinned and plucked a couple from the plant, blowing on the gently. The tiny fluffy seeds launched into the air, and the wind swept them away into the sky. "Perfect," She whispered and proceeded to pick some more of the soft white flowers.

Her parents often arrive home at this time after going out. The afternoon market she likes to visit to find little trinkets opens at this time. The sky always has the best and coolest cloud formations at this time. Azalea has come to associate it with good things happening, so everyday at 3:25 pm she wishes for anything that's been on her mind, and hopes something nice happens, which it usually seems to.