MadHattersDaughter, The Apprentice Scrivener
I'm just like any other girl, really! Buy me chocolates and slay the orc tribe that murdered my family!
A twisted romantic(if you'd like to think of it that way)/horror story.
The loveless man weeps, seeking out his one and only true love. No matter the cost.
He will most defiantly kill, break, and forever change, anyone who stands in his way.
She cries out, "save me!" as she turns to you. The reader.
Be her savior, or killer, lead her through this changes, to happiness, or her death.
Be careful, every choice you make leads her to her fate.
Whether good or bad, click and see.
Most of the stories are short, but there are many.
I am not the best writer, I know.
Please tell me if there is (if there is any) spelling/punctuation errors. Stuff like that bugs the crap outta me.
Don't ask me questions about this, it's suppose to leave you asking questions.
It's not the most descriptive story, it's not suppose to be, and give me a break, it's my first story game.
Half the time someone will end up insane, so if a character does a strange thing, they're most likely insane.
Enjoy please, I almost gave up on this, so hearing you like it means so much to me.
A map will guide you around the island of Cystia. Trick-or-treat and try to score the most candy. Show those geeks what it's really about. Did I mention cameos? because yes, freaking cameos.
Warnings: (Occasional) crude language, merciless making fun of the reader, questionable sanity of the creator and all those involved, kittens, heart attacks, toothaches, map-reading, lingerie, dragons, pencils, masks, clowns, boats, flamingos, zombies, zombie flamingos, chalkboards, chopped-off heads (the fake kind), chopped-off heads (the real kind), fruits, penguins, castles, rabid squirrels, the bad type of drag queens, swingers, hitters, smackers, Snickers, coconuts, live beetles, juice, glow-in-the-dark lipbalm, vampires, cannibals, Cher, sticky houses, ketchup, spiderweb, saws, thieves, mustaches, creepy giggling, four-letter lastnames, hot chicks, hot chickens, Christmas, cults, Christmas cults, men in far too little clothing, rollerskates, air hockey, forth-wall breaking, cheesy pickup lines, cheap programing, deathglares, death, someone who sucks with the advanced editor, intimateness, security blankets, bubbles, tapicoa, bunnies, push-up bras, diamonds, several strange old people, boardwalks, mean narrators, smirks, approval, gravestones, sequels, lies, photo-bombs, photoshop, drawing smiley-faced-suns in the top right corner of essays, HTML tricks, specific colors, Ramen noodles, Roman noodles, stilettos, applesauce, carnivals, clowns, strange stenches, ghoulish girls, monster-men, poking yourself while holding down the eraser-end of a mechanical pencil and acting as if you're getting a shot, synonyms, choices that seem right but aren't and the Monster Mash (cover).
Author's Note: This was supposed to be done last year... But it still has some potential, so I think I'll work at it.
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I stared at the cockatiel. He looked at me with a tilt of his head then ruffled his feathers before tucking his beak back into them, cozy and warm with his own little radiance. Without him and that light, my studio would have been dark, with my lamps shut off in an effort to save money. The light shown through his nostrils and eyelids, bouncing off my papers and a photo of my beloved that rested under my palm. Beloved's dark eyes looked at me through between two fingers, and upon one, was a diamond ring.
In my other hand, a wine class, stained with the red wine of whose reminisce was a few drops at the very bottom. I had to take my mind from the gifts I received from my beloved. The first being the bird, that had travelled thousands of miles, with it, letters in his handwriting.
He wrote how much he loved me, told me how his trip was and how much he missed me. There were pages upon pages, and of later that would be wet with my tears, as I missed him just as much.
And after my mind had finally emptied, the words that echoed from my mind and onto the walls faded, the room grew completely silent, save for the cockatiel's soft breathing. My eyes were the only thing to move, between the bird and his photo.
Then, my mouth followed and said the words, "I love you" to the cockatiel, who had as soon as I had stated such a thing, perked up and recited it back to me, clearly and lovingly.
It was not in the package I had received my beloved's final gift. It was from two men dressed nicely in military uniforms, who met me outside my door.
February Contest & End's EdgeLord Contest on 2/22/2017 8:01:30 PM
Writing Prompts Week #7 on 2/17/2017 9:59:25 PM
I'm really sorry I'm so late to getting these to you guys, @Crescentstar @Seto ! We had a recent addition to the family, so this week has been hectic!
Writing Prompts Week #7 on 2/13/2017 3:46:01 PM
I thought by this point it would be clear! :P Yes, upon winning, you send me a holler!
Writing Prompts Week #7 on 2/13/2017 1:53:14 PM
Can our upcoming winners top these excellent requests? ^_^
Also here's a gold star for all the runner ups! Very appreciated.
Writing Prompts Week #7 on 2/13/2017 1:47:10 PM
You and Banner had the best, so excluding you two, it was both the number and the quality!
Edit: ditto ^^^
Writing Prompts Week #6 on 2/10/2017 9:47:04 AM
I obviously won't be judged, but I wanted to write for the first prompt 'cause I really like it. (I also didn't mean to make it so much like Crescent's story, so forgive that!) ^_^
Absolutely everything has falling apart. Nothing went as planned and what should have taken five minutes has taken a whole month. And today is my last day to finally make Susanne fall in love with Max. Valentine is tomorrow and my very name is screwed if it doesn't happen.
Now you might say, "So what? They're just two humans, who don't even really belong together. Why are you wasting your time?"
And to that, I reply, these two people have a relationship so fucked up, that making them fall in love again would be so commendable, that maybe I could finally get my sweet, sweet Mother Nature back. She had decided sometime ago that I should be meeting my quota, and I wasn't. (Although I disagree whole-heartedly. Ahem, who was the one that put Shakespeare so madly in love that he wrote Romeo and Juliet? ...this guy! Of course, that was like a million years ago, but I still stand behind my argument.)
Nature kicked me out of the godly meetings and said I wasn't to come back until I started working again. Also, that we should take a break. Believe me, that it hurt me enough that I actually got off my ass and pursued these two lovebirds and decided to work my magic. If this thing doesn't work, I'm royally under. And I don't want that. I really do love Nature.
Anyway, I'm sitting outside Susanne's apartment on a towering tree branch. She's shouting on the phone at Max. Max is shouting back. All hell has broken loose.
It pains me a little to see tears in her eyes. She's done an awful lot for this guy, and it always comes back to bite her. Now, neither of them are innocent, with all the shit they've done to one-another, but I see the light in their hearts which means that under all the bitterness, they do care about each other.
Susanne puts the phone back in the cradle after a soft goodbye. Her hands are shaking and she's trying not to sob. As soon as she picks up a photo of Max sitting near the telephone, I ready my arrow and launch it.
It flies through the window with the skill only I possess, skims her shoulder and hits her miniature poodle that lays on the couch behind her.
He yips in surprise. I panic. It has happened again. I've missed!
This has been the issue for the past month. Miss after miss! Why can't I just shoot these two?
The poodle looks up at Susanne and whines. She notices him and goes to comfort him. As soon as she sits down, the dog jumps and licks her face. His little tail flies faster than the wind back and forth. It's heartwarming.
Especially once she smiles, and the tears fade.
It's ballsy, but I call for Mother Nature. It's only a few minutes before Valentine's Day begins and I have no other options. After visiting Max to try to shoot him, I shattered one of his vases with an arrow. It's terrified the fuck out of him, which was decently hilarious, but it did not land the mark. Either I've lost my aim, or Susanne and Max simply weren't meant to be.
I am frustrated, and exhausted. The last thing I want is to look Nature in the eye and say, "I couldn't do it." I couldn't imagine living without her, and I definitely couldn't imagine me without my wings and without my love spells. This is my everything. I adore my job, even when it got tough.
She summons me to the skies. Her figure is tall and infatuating. Pretty flowers and vines caress her body and her hair flies widely in all directions. Her eyes are bright and she looks down on me, the fat guy with a bow and arrows.
I'm not sure how I won her over in the first place. She is twice the god I am.
I lower my head. "I couldn't do it. I tried, for what seemed like forever on Earth. They just weren't meant to be."
I drop my arrows. They make no sound as they fall onto the soft clouds.
Mother Nature crosses her arms and gives me a hard look. "I know," she finally says.
I move my gaze back upwards, questioning her with my expression. "What?"
"I wanted to get your feathery person working again," she says, and turns with her chin up high. "I knew they would deflect your arrows. Oh c'mon, you didn't know they weren't true loves?"
"You sent me on a wide goose chase?" I shout, but my exhaustion makes me half as angry as I was trying to sound.
Nature looks at me from the corner of her eye, and I see a small smile. The nerve! Then, she nods.
"I oughtta...!" I snatch an arrow from the ground and shove it right into her back. She is startled and leaps.
My arrows don't work on her, but I wanted to make a point. She throws herself into my arms, as if forgiving me, and kisses my cheek.
"Now, you keep this up," she demands, "Valentine is tomorrow!"
"Whatever, I'm taking the day off."
And I did, but kept my sweet, sweet Mother Nature.
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