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Hey sparkles, scribblers, and dreamers! Come on in! Let me explain the rules really fast while the food comes in.

  • BE KIND. Every word you say can affect someone, and it shows them who you are.
  • Please comment your name or preferred nickname, blog name, and, if possible, your blog link when you first comment to introduce yourself.
  • No bad language and no debating. This is not for politics or controversy. We’re here for art, writing, Jesus Christ, and fun.
  • We may delete a comment if it does not work with the guidelines.

Look! The food’s here! (Quick note: No rights to any of these images. These all belong to other people. Just borrowing them.) Of course, we eat dessert first. Always! So we have some Gobstoppers, courtesy of Willie Wonka. Charlie didn’t get us the recipe, but we do have the candy!

(From My American Market)

Then we have Bertie Bott’s every-flavor beans. Hopefully we don’t stumble upon the vomit flavor…

(From Amazon.com)

Of course, I’m choosing our food, so dessert MUST include mallowmelt. Need I say more?

(From Pintrest)

Then we have, for some food that isn’t dessert, green eggs and ham! We actually WILL eat them!

(From Kidspot)

I decided I’d let you all sample something I’ve created, too. It’s called caeli burgers. Basically I took the juicy meat of a caeli (kind of like a mix of a cow and a wolf that breaths through mouth, nose, and skin… really hard to explain. XD) and I made it into a burger for you! I chose to top it with a vertex/sunburst dressing for you guys. I even put frozen rose petals and a slice of vertex on it. Trust me, the mix of sweet and savory is AMAZING.

Ok, we need some music! Hit it!

Now, I since it’s an art and writing themed party, here’s a game for you to play together if you want:

  • Choose a color in your head if you’re the one starting the game. Comment “I have a color!”
  • If you see a comment that says I have a color and you want to play the game, come up with a setting in your head. Comment “I have the setting!”
  • First person says something like “The sky was (their color)” or “the (their color) chair was amazing” or any first sentence of a story using that color.
  • Second person responds with “We were at (their setting)” or “(name) was at (their setting)” or any description of where the first sentence happened.
  • The first person continues the story and they go back and forth until someone declares it the end.

Ok! Let’s get started guys! Have fun talking and PARTYING!!!

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Published by Kaley Kriesel

Hello, friend! I'm Kaley, a teen girl pursuing Jesus and working toward sharing powerfully authentic stories for Young Adults who want clean, life-changing books. I play three instruments and have a passion for music as well as a love for reading. I believe words can change the world. If you want to find out how, check out my blog, Words!

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      4. I picked up the shirt and gave it a good look-over. It seemed to be in perfect condition aside from a little bit of dirt on it. I glaced at Kaley and asked her what we should do with it

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      6. I rolled my eyes at Kaley’s first remark and agreed that we should take the shirt to the lost and found. We trudged up the steep trail, making our way towards the lost and found.

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      10. Once I realized it was a clown, I screamed! The clown started walking towards us. I grabbed Kaley by the arm, and ran at top speed back down the trail. “Forget about the shirt! Let’s get out of here!” I yelled as I nearly dragged Kaley behind me. The clown was chasing us, not far behind

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      12. I could tell Kaley was scared….I was too. I continued to run as fast as I could. I then remembered that I was still holding the shirt…. Could it be that this was why the shirt was thrown on the ground in the first place? Perhaps someone had bought a brand new shirt and had it when them while at the park. Maybe the clown had chased them as well, and they dropped it by accident when they were running away. As I was thinking about that, I noticed a small storage shed nearby. I ran towards it, dragged Kaley, who was about ready to faint, inside with me, and slammed the door. I locked the door and piled some large cement blocks ( I found those in the shed ) up against it, just to make sure it was safe.

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      13. “Throw the shirt.” My voice was barely a whisper. But It sounded like the right thing to do. She looked at me like I was crazy. I moved the cement, holding the door shut, took the shirt, and after taking a deep breath, opened the door, flung the shirt, and slammed the door shut. It landed on the clown’s head, covering his face a second before it fell to the ground. He let out a roar. Maybe it hadn’t been smart to do that?

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      14. “KALEY!!!! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” I shouted as the clown started to break down the door. Now what are we supposed to do? I started to come unglued. I was TERRIFIED. At that moment, Kaley passed out from fear, so now I had no help AND had to take care of her. This was going to be fun

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      16. As Kaley lay there, I thought to myself “What am I going to do?” I had an idea. All of a sudden, the clown broke through the door. Before the clown could do anything else, I gave him a hug. I asked him not to hurt me. I then slung Kaley over my shoulder, took the clown by the hand, and we walked towards the picnic table. I propped Kaley up against a tree, and she began to wake up. I then went over to the water fountains, took a few tissues out of my purse, wetted them, and handed them to the clown. The clown hesitated, and then began to wipe the paint off his face….

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      17. I awoke to a man wearing the clown’s clothes and an ax next to me. I screamed. Anna and the clown jumped and turned to look at me. I realized now that the clown was not a man, but a boy. Anna’s age. My matchmaker’s mind smirked, but I highly doubted that the freak would stick around. I decided to make sure he didn’t.
        “WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU SCARE AND CHASE TEENAGE GIRLS WITH WEAPONS?” I scolded him.
        “Because… I needed to get you to leave the park. No one believes me when I tell them anything. So I had to scare you.” He sniffed. He looked like a scared puppy now.
        “Why would we have to leave the park?” I asked, puzzled. Anna looked confused too.
        He shook his head and glanced at a watch on his wrist I hadn’t seen before. “I can’t explain. No time.” And then he picked up Anna, begging me to follow him.
        I ran for Anna’s life.

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      18. *what have I gotten myself into?* I thought to myself “Put me down!!!” I screamed. I watched behind us as Kaley ran, trying to keep up with us

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      19. He patted her back with his free hand, which was really weird to watch. A clown patting my friend’s back as she’s kicking him and he’s running isn’t a normal sight. But soon we were out of the park and he set her down. I punched his arm. “You jerk!” Just then… the park exploded behind us.
        “Or maybe thank you.”
        He nodded. “Sorry. Now I can explain.” He was only looking at Anna, which was kind of cute in a weird way.

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      20. As soon as the clown set me down, I moved to a totally different seat. He kept staring at me which was creepy. I only hugged him because I could tell by the look in his eye that there was something terribly wrong. I sat on my bench, listening to what the clown was saying

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      21. “I’m the son of the park owner. The park was to be evacuated because major work was needed. But you two totally ignored the sign.” He gestured at the “NO VISITORS TODAY” sign on the door. “So I had to get you out of there. I’m David by the way.” He grabs Anna’s hand and kisses it before she can protest and walks off. Her face is extremely freaked out. She shows me a piece of paper. A phone number. I crack up as we walk out of there. “It seems to me that you’ve got a crush.”
        “Be quiet.”
        But I’m not. My nerves translate to matchmaker jabber as we walk home.
        (The End?)

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  5. (Yay!) (And hope several sentences are allowed, but here we go!) XD 😀

    I spotted an old, brown book on the shelf just above me. Excitedly, I reached up for it, and examined the cover. A surprised expression covered my face.

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      1. (LOL so funny!! love it!)
        I glanced around the store, but no one else seemed to notice anything out of place. The book had no price tag. It seemed to have been left there by someone. But who and why? I couldn’t imagine how anyone couldn’t leave such an expensive, probably priceless, book in a gas station. As I thumbed through the pages, a note fell out. I gasped, and began to open it, fingers trembling with excitement.

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      3. A thrill went through my entire body, at the thought of discovering something from so long ago. I wondered if perhaps I was the first person to hold this paper since 1879. Probably not, but it was still a captivating thought.

        I glanced down at the pages of the diary, and began to read, my heart pounding.

        May 13, 1879

        Father left again. His work takes him so far away, that I dread the times when he is gone for months at a time, leaving me with the children. Mother is here, of course, but I can hardly expect her to help out in her condition. The burden of being the eldest falls to me, and sometimes I can hardly bare it. How am I, a mere 17 year old girl, supposed to care for 7 young children?

        (you can continue the journal entry, or stop it there, whichever you want!)

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      4. Ann and Marie are so small as of yet, and Luke needs his mother. I can’t raise him…

        I swallowed. I felt that. My own mother was ill, and I was an oldest as well. I turned to the next entry. It was in a different hand, which surprised me for a diary. Then I realized it was also written upside down. I turned the book around.

        My dear Lucille,
        I regret not being there during this time. You didn’t know that I love you like you should. Your passing greatly hurts me.

        The writer died? But then, why was the diary so full? I couldn’t figure out who the second person was or what was happening.

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      5. I decided to flip to another page, and see if it gave any more clue. My legs were beginning to get tired from standing, so I sank into a white plastic chair. Again, I began reading, oblivious to the noise of people around me.

        May 26, 1879
        “The funeral is over. I hardly believe our older sister is gone. It happened so quickly – the fever. The doctor said it came about as a result of fatigue. And that’s more than understandable. We are at our end. I don’t know what to do. I needed Lucille! I, and mother, needed her… I’m only 15. I don’t know what to do. And I fear this will make mother even sicker. She’s already more feeble than she was a few weeks ago. I’m at my wits end.

        I have decided to take over this journal for my sister. I know she won’t mind, and I need to let out my thoughts and feelings somewhere. Somehow it helps.

        I must tend to the children now. We have a bit of porridge left over yet. After that…. God will provide.”

        A tear actually slipped down my cheek as I finished the entry. I realized that here I was, complaining about my life, when here this young girl, even younger than me, had life so much harder than I ever had. I knew I had to keep reading, and find out what happened to this poor family…

        “Um, excuse me.”

        I jumped up in surprise. And young lady of around 25 was staring down at me. I suddenly felt like I was doing something wrong, and shut the book quickly.

        “Sorry to scare you, but… I think you have my book.”

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      6. “I-I’m sorry! I- I didn’t know.” I stutter. My mind is screaming in protest. I don’t want to hand it over. No! Not yet!

        She smiled kindly. “It was my great great grandmother’s, I think. Would you like to borrow it? I placed it there when they opened this location four months ago. I’m the manager here.”

        She was nice, but obviously didn’t appreciate history. For once I didn’t get mad at her lack of interest in the beauty of the past. I nodded, speechless and returned to reading, wondering why she was letting a stranger read her great great grandma’s sister’s diary.

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      7. Now I understood why an old diary was lying by itself on a shelf in a gas station. Well, there was one mystery solved at least. Although I was far from satisfied.

        “Oh yes, I would love to borrow it! Thank you so much!”

        The lady shrugged, “Ok well, just bring it back here when you’re done. And take you time, I don’t think I’ll be needing it anytime soon.”
        She smiled, and I smiled back, thanking her again. I knew I was grinning ear to ear, and probably looked a bit silly, but I didn’t care a bit as I rushed passed the myriads of people towards the door. I didn’t stop running until I had reached my own door step, a few blocks over, went inside and plopped on my bed to read.

        “Mom, I’m home!” I shouted, just to let her know. I wasn’t sure if she heard me, but I wasn’t about to waste another second finding out. I had to keep reading.

        Still panting hard from the run, I opened the book to where I had left off.

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      8. June 2, 1879
        I am beginning to wonder if perhaps Lucille is still here in a way. She and I used to dance under the apple tree, and now every time I sit under its branches, the wind twists in abnormal ways. But it’s most certainly only my imagination. Ghosts aren’t real, and I miss her terribly. Perhaps I also am coming down with the fever, which would be the absolute worst thing possible. Oh Lord Jesus, don’t let it be so!

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      9. June 3, 1879

        “I feel much better today, and I’m sure my thoughts from yesterday were nothing but fancy. However, several of the children are beginning to act strangely, and I fear they are coming down with something. It would hardly be surprising, with living conditions as they are. The house is dark and damp, the water is dirty, and food is scarce. I’m afraid there will be nothing of us left when father returns. I don’t want to disappoint him, or mother. I must be strong.

        I just happened to glance up, and out the window, I can see a carriage coming down the road. It’s a beautiful carriage, obviously owned by someone rich. I haven’t seen anything like it in this area before. How strange… It’s slowing down at our house. Someone is climbing out. What is happening? Oh dear, I must go! I will write later with what comes of this strange event.”

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      10. I paused and looked out my own window. What would I have done if my house was in such condition, or we lacked food? I couldn’t imagine. Just then, like the fancy carriage in the diary, a black limo pulled up in front of my house. I heard my dad heading toward the door, so I returned to reading.

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      11. June 4, 1879

        “I can hardly believe what’s happened. It all feels like a dream. I just know I shall wake up at any moment and find things as they were just a day ago. But at the same time, I know this is no dream. I hardly know how to react, I am so weary from the past weeks. If these things continue… Well, I just praise God for his mercy on us. Let me begin by explaining yesterday’s strange events.
        As soon as I had stopped writing, I went to the window, and watched as a man approached the door. Almost fearfully, I answered at his knock, and stared into the face of a richly dressed man.
        “Is this the house of Mrs. June Brooks?” he asked, with an air of superiority.
        “Why yes, she’s my mother. I’m afraid she not able to come to the door just now. I’m her second oldest… Well, oldest… daughter, Lilly. Is there anything I can do for you?”
        “Uh, yes I suppose that is acceptable. I have a letter for you” He handed me an envelope. I stared at the fancy seal on the front, almost afraid to touch it. It was a royal seal. He shoved it forward impatiently, and I took it, thanking him. He nodded and walked back to his carriage. I surmised he was only a mail carrier – one who obviously worked for royalty.
        Trembling uncontrollably, I began to open the letter, children curiously looking on from every side. I gasped I I read the contents.”

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      12. “It was an invitation to a ball! For me and mother! Like something out of a story. The ball is tomorrow, and I have been in a frenzy trying to help mother reach a capacity to go and find and make dresses for us both. Our neighbor, bless her soul, is going to watch the children. I can hardly wait. Will the Queen be there?”
        I set down the book. This diary must be from England, then! Even more precious, for its journey. Questions fill my mind.
        (My next response will be later, sorry…)

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      13. June 5

        “Mother is a bit stronger, and I believe she will be able to make it. Our neighbor was kind enough to let us borrow some milk, which helped so much. Oh, how long it’s been since we had such a delicacy. My mother and I worried about dresses, and how to get fabric to make them. There was no way we could possibly buy some. Thankfully, our neighbor, Mrs. Jones, had some she is letting us use. I spent the early morning fixing them, and attempting to make this fit to attend a ball. I am still more than slightly confused as to why we were invited in the first place. We are poor pheasants. Never before has royalty paid any attention to the likes of us. I worry that it was somehow a mistake, however I am too excited about this wonderful opportunity to set things straight, if it is a mistake. I am so excited, I can hardly think straight! I’ve practically danced through morning chores, and I’ve felt happier and more hopeful than I have in a while.
        A carriage will come to pick us up for the ball. It will be here any moment now. I must finish getting myself and my mother ready!”
        (Ok, no worries!! I’m looking forward to hear your next part. This is so much fun!!!)

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      14. June 9th

        “I can not express in words what I feel now. We went to the ball, and met Queen Victoria herself! And she hugged us both! She told us that, in fact, we are her long lost cousins she’d been searching for. She wishes for us to move to a house near the palace, and she promised to order us cared for! I hardly know what to do. I am over joyed and unprepared. If only Lucille were alive…”

        I blink. Did the woman at the convenience store realize that this diary was proof that she had royal British blood? Did she-
        “Mae!” My dad was calling. I gently set the book on the bed and ran his way. There, in my living room, was the lady who owned the book.

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      15. My mouth hung open, and I stared at the lady in utter surprise. An awkward silence ensued, until my Dad cleared his throat and introduced me.
        “Sarah, this is my daughter Mae. Mae, this is Sarah Johnsen. She says she would like to have a word with you.” Deep lines of worry crossed his forehead, and I realized that he didn’t have a clue what this was about. I was pretty sure I knew what direction this conversation would take, but that was about it. I braced myself for whatever she would say.
        “Hello! Did you… want your book back?” Dad looked at my quizzically, but I ignored him and kept my eyes focused on the mysterious women.
        “Actually no, that’s not what I came for. In fact, I have quite the opposite to say to you now. What I’m about to say is hard for me, but it’s the right thing to do. I’ve done the research, and I’m search of it. Mae… That journal actually belongs… to you.”

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      3. Seeing a person staring, I felt something was wrong and stopped, turned around and drove to the girl standing at the entrance of the Natural History Museum.

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      4. My jaw dropped as the car pulled up right where I was standing. A figure got out, and I eyed her fluffy tutu.
        “Who dresses like that to go to a museum?” I wondered.

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      5. I saw her face contort in fear as she saw my face and realised she knew something about my missing sister. Before I could ask, she simply turned around and walked into the museum. My tutu was hardly inconspicuous weird and I was instantly regretting giving in to my little sister’s wishes.

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      6. She followed me as I entered the museum. I gulped. “What did she want?”
        I ducked behind a row of bookcases filled with priceless artifacts. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around.

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      7. I sneaked around the exhibits and found her looking around a corner. With a cry, I realised she was holding my sister’s favourite stiffie.
        She jumped as I tapped her on the shoulder. ‘Who are you?’ I whispered.

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      11. I glanced at my blue paisley moo-moo and shrugged. “You always knew my sense of style was unique. I see you’ve learned a few things,” I gestured to her tutu.

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      12. I was almost about to hug her and take her home when it suddenly dawned on me that Diamond hated blue. As she continued to smirk at my tutu, I saw she didn’t have the scar she got when she was three. Someone was masquerading as my sister and I decided to go along with this creepy woman. ‘I sure have.’ I smiled at her and took her hand. ” That’s enough dressing up for the day, mom’s waiting. We thought you were missing” And I walked her toward the back row exhibits instead of the exit because I saw something I couldn’t believe.

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      13. Deepthy led me further into the museum. “Perfect”

        I played along, knowing it was exactly what I needed her to do.

        I saw the horror in her eyes when she saw the assassin, with a gun trained on her.

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      14. I felt silly being scared to bits of a statue that wielded a 19th century gun and uncomfortable when she seemed disappointed (?).

        The woman seemed strangely complacent and kept up with my pace. At the end of the curve, I saw a painting of the French Revolution and a girl that looked curiously like my missing sister.

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      15. I frowned. The girl wasn’t afraid of the assassin. I took a closer look. It wasn’t an assassin after al!

        Deepthy stopped to stare at a painting. I looked at the painting, but I just saw a regular girl. Suddenly, the girl in the painting reached through the painting and grabbed us! The world turned to black.

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      16. As I lost consciousness, I was beginning to see flashes of seemingly unrelated memories.
        My sister with this woman who was asking directions, the same woman at the museum, a girl who looked like Diamond pulling us into the 18th century. This woman was the cause of it all, maybe she wasn’t from my time at all…

        Poor Diamond, she must be missing Cloud, her favourite stuffie in a world ages away from our own..

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      17. My eyes flicked open and I saw flashes of blue. Bright blue…a familiar bright blue. Warm brown eyes stared at me as I recognized the Mohawked bear. “Cloud?” I asked.

        Deepthy looked over, regaining consciousness. She gasped at the sight of a giant Cloud.

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      18. I was rather disoriented and couldn’t believe what I was seeing – A giant Cloud that was alive in a street bustling with people. Shocked, I jumped to my feet and grabbed the girl who looked like Diamond and saw she was a statue – a life-like one, almost as if someone had frozen my little sister in time.

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      20. “Who are you? What have you done to Diamond?” I screamed at the woman. People were beginning to notice us and few were muttering in French and pointing at my tutu. We had to get out of here but Cloud didn’t seem friendly at all. “Well?” I prompted the woman.

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      21. Cloud grabbed Deepthy. “THIS IS DIAMOND!” He yelled, pointing to me. I blinked. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me the past few days. But it is me. Really. Who else would know about your crush on Ronald McDonald the clown?”

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      22. My shoulders ached from being grabbed so hardly. The mention of the clown startled me and I started the woman. “If you are Diamond, then who is this girl”, I asked pointing to the statue.
        “We’re in a different century, with a stuffed bear towering over us. Diamond, if it’s really you, now is not the time to ay games. Tell me what you did.” I whispered as I saw a group of men approaching us.

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      25. I eyed the group of men. I dragged Deepthy into a church building.

        “Remember when Mom got sick? She didn’t get better on her own. I had to make an agreement. That’s why we’re here now.”

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      26. “Aww Diamond, that painkiller you brought home, it wasn’t from Dr.Terry, was it? What was the deal and how do we get out of here with you as you, and not an old woman? And what’s up with Cloud?” I can’t help unless you tell me everything.

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      27. I shrugged. “The deal was kinda sketchy. She said, ‘to cure a mother in pain, a new face you must obtain’. Everything was great for a while, but then I ended up looking like this and I don’t even know why or how we’re here.”

        “I can explain a little,” said Cloud.

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      28. “That explains a bit, but why turn the little girl to a statue? Where did you meet this witch? Was it her who pulled us in here? Maybe -”
        “Yes, Cloud. Go on.” I finally gave in after he started jumping around, the Church was looking eerie in the twilight and a giant bear wasn’t making things better.

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  9. Hey everyone! I’m Chloe from Confessions of a Reading Geek, and The Plotter for Pantsers! Here are the links to my blogs!

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    Excited for the party and if anyone wants to button swap my button swap pages have literal spider webs so I’d love some people to come on over and swap!!

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      2. (MY SETTING WAS AN ATTIC- HOW?)

        As I fumbled with a box in the attic, I looked to my right and saw a girl picking up my grandmothers camera. She must be the girl my mom told me was coming to help grandmother move

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      4. I heard the girl talk, but I was too lost in my thoughts to respond. I shifted my gaze from the camera to the girl, she was pretty. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. As i looked at them she caught my gaze and held it.

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      6. “It’s my grandmothers,” I whispered, I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “It doesn’t work anymore, though. Grandmother told me to keep it safe.” I summoned enough courage to ask her name.

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      7. “My name is willow” the girl said, “Willow Johnson and yours?” “Willow Johnson” I thought I’ve never heard that name around here before perhaps she’s new? “My name is Emily” I said “it’s nice to meet you”

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      8. “Emily is a nice name,” I said quietly. “I’m Carly Johnson’s granddaughter, Carly’s the one who’s moving. Thank for coming to help. This attic,” I looked around me, “needs a lot of cleaning.” I laughed nervously.

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