[Charchar2]

Wheee gray. Kinda. xD

This plumie's competition with be to write & illustrate a childhood memory of theirs. Art = one piece only, can be commissioned. Writing = 600 word maximum.
Will be judged on how well you show the character through the memory! ; v ;

This will end March 20th. No extensions, plan accordingly. Prettying is fine, not extras~

[inkyy]

such a cutie
good luck everyone!

[elyx]

ressss omg

[shuuu]

It was a quiet swing set. All by itself, sitting in the middle of the forest.

"Hey, do you notice that quiet kid..?"
"The new one?"
"Yeah.."
"Well, yeah, what about.. her?"
"She never talks.."

It seem like the swing set was her secret, no one else knew of it in the orphanage. Whenever the children went out to play, she would always find a way to it.

The swing set itself wasn't very pretty. Chipped paint, rusty chains and rough wood. In her childish innocence, she began to bring flowers to it. Placing them in the links of the chain, vines wrapping around to support. She made it her naive masterpiece.

Dear diary, you were given to me by someone else. She's older then me, but she's very nice. Mother sent me to this place. I don't miss her. I'm suppose to write how I feel in this book. My dairy. All the other kids keep looking at me. I don't like it either.

"Hello little one, how are you today?"
"..."
"My, not much of a talker, are you?"
"..."
"Hm, I think I might have something you might like. Come, come."
"..."

Dear diary, I found a cool place. Next to the playground, there's a forest. I found a swing set in it. It looks kinda old, there's rust too. She talked to me again. She said I reminded her of her sister. I wish I had a sibling. Maybe then Mother wouldn't have done those things to me.

The animal liked it too, a bird even made a nest on the top.

The swing set became her own wonderland. The orphanage was always filled with life, drowning her out. She would read in her silent wonderland, all by herself.

Dear diary, I kinda like writing. It's nice, and people actually know what I want. She told me I was a mute. I could talked back when Mother dressed me up as a boy. But when she dropped me off here, I stopped. I wish I could talk again. Mother said I looked like Dad. He was never around. Mother didn't know where he went. Mother missed him. She dressed me up as him. I didn't like it. I told her to stop. Mother didn't like that either. She's calling me. I guess she wants to talk to me again.

"Huh? What's that?"
"..."
"Hm? Oh, that's just her diary."
"..."
"Really?! Hey, can I see it?"
"..."
"No, no, those are private things."
"Oh..."
"..."

She's not here. I haven't seen her in a while. I wonder where she went. Now that I think about it, a lot of the kids who would stare at me are gone too.

However, as she grew older, the wonderland was slowly forgotten.

She learn she would miss the silence her wonderland offered.

Dear diary, I miss her. I miss someone actually paying attention to me. But not Mother. She has a family now. I wonder if I'll see her again. I'm lonely. She taught me a lot of things.

"..."

'Thank you for everything.'

[koi97]

He looked up at the stars, eyes glittering with tears. He smiles slightly and then closes his eyes, a memory playing behind his closed lids. At his paws lays a glittering telescope as fireflies swarm around him
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“Chrome!” His fathered called. Chrome looks over, smiling happily as his mismatched eyes catch sight of a glittering gold telescope. Chrome trots over, tail swishing happily. He smiles as his eyes brighten. His father grins. “You ready to see your first stars up close?” His father asks.

Chrome nods. “Yes!” The young Plumerian chirps. He looks around. They are on top of a hill, fireflies darting around, like there are stars. Trees scattered about. A peaceful vibe to everything. Chrome sits down in front of the telescope and presses his eyes to the eye piece. He gaps. He never expected to see something so beautiful. Before him lay a map of stars. Chrome pulls away. “Dad!” he gasps.

His father laughs and smiles. “What did you see?” he asks.

Chrome just stares at his father. “So many. There are so many. All the stars. Beautiful! They are just beautiful!” Chrome explains, lost for words as his young mind just holds onto the image of those millions of stars. He looks at the fireflies. These glowing little bugs remind him of the stars. He perks his ears up as one lands on his head. He shakes his head and gasps. His father laughs again. Chrome returns his attention to the telescope. Chrome smiles and peers back through the telascrope. He wags his tail as he studies the stares, trying to count them all, yet he knows that there are many more that he can’t see. He smiles happily.
“Hey buddy, wanna make shapes out of the stars?” His father asks, causing Chrome to pull away from the telescope and look at him. Chrome blinks, taking a moment to process the words. He smiles. “Yes!” he says. His dad smiles and pulls away. Chrome lays down on his back and lets his dad point out the different shapes. It takes a chrome a bit to catch on, but soon he is pointing out random shapes he came up. He giggles to himself, realizing how silly he is being. He smiles happily, watching the stars, moon, and the fireflies that float above him. The grass tickles his skin as he closes his eyes and just enjoys this rare moment with his father. Chrome sits up, looking at his father.

“Can we do this more? I really enjoy watching the stars with you!” He says. His dad blinks in shock. He smiles and nods.

“Of course,” his father says. Chrime smiles happily and prances back to the telescope. He peers in, only to gasp. A shooting star. He pulls away quickly.

“Dad! Dad! I just saw a shooting star!” Chrome gasps. His dad looks up, following where Chrome is pointing.

“Hurry, make a wish,” he says.

Chrome closes his eyes. He smiles as he thinks about his wish. He opens his eyes when done. He looks at the sky, watching the falling star disappear. Chrome looks at his father and smiles happily. “Did you make your wish?” He asks.

Chrome nods happily and looks up. “Yup I did! Just in time!” He says with a giggle. His father ruffles his hair and grins. Chrome looks at the stars, then the fireflies. He wants to keep one, to remind him of this day forever and ever. He does just that. Chrome catches two fireflies to hold onto to remind of this special day forever. He smiles happily.

599/600 words

[dandyLION]

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