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Yes, Godly can be very elusive sometimes…
@godlyfantasy12 But really…who died!?? Also, Ara and November are absolutely adorable!!!follow the one with fire in His eyes
@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 @smiley @whalekeeper @euodia-vision @acancello @lightoverdarkness6 @livingwoodchronicles
Here’s what I did for day one!
Day 1: Meet Cute
The shrill school bell sounded and the children hopped out of their seats, bursting into a chorus of giggles and chatter.
“Wait a moment, everyone!” The teacher said, holding up her hands. She snapped her fingers and the children turned to look at her. “Make sure you put your bags under your desk before going out to recess.”
As soon as she finished, the children shoved their bags under their desks and rushed towards the door, trying to be the first one out on the playground.
Amidala gently put her bag under her desk and stood up, waiting for everyone to go outside first. The teacher came up to her and bent down to meet her eyes. “Aren’t you going to go play outside with everyone else, Amidala?” She asked.
Ami nodded. Then before the teacher could ask anymore questions, hurried out the door. Ami looked around at all the other children swinging, sliding, teetering and tottering, or running all over the place. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stood at the corner of the playground, partially hoping that someone would ask her to play with them, but also hoping that nobody would talk to her.
A boy who looked a little older than her ran over with a smile on his face. “Do you wanna play with us?”
“What are you playing?” Ami asked timidly.
“Pirates. See?” He pointed to a small cluster of children at the top of the slide who were impatiently waiting for their playmate to return.
Ami looked down. “I don’t know.”
“Aw, come on. It’ll be fun!” The boy encouraged. “You’re very pretty, so you could be the princess that I have to save.” He ran a hand through his dark brown hair.
Ami sighed, still avoiding his gaze. Then finally looked up. “I guess so.”
The boy’s grin grew wider. “Awesome! Come with me!” He grabbed her hand and led her across the playground. Ami couldn’t help but smile as she quickened her pace to keep up with him. The climbed to the top of the slide and the boy turned to face her. “I’m Everton by the way.”
Ami smiled. “Nice to meet you,” she said softly, proud that she had remembered her manners that her parents had taught her.
“And you are?”
“I’m Amidala.”
Everton smiled, then turned to the group. “Everybody, this is Amidala! And she is our princess!”
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Thx!! It was so much fun to write! 😄
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@whalekeeper @livingwoodchronicles
Indeed. Godly? Care to explain??
XDXD
Also, @livingwood, I finally finished your book a few months ago!! It was so good girl! I loved it 😍😍 Bramble is just the cutest XD 😍
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Awwww Ami and Ev!! That’s soooo cute 😍😍😍😍
“Aw, come on. It’ll be fun!” The boy encouraged. “You’re very pretty, so you could be the princess that I have to save.” He ran a hand through his dark brown hair.
XD XD Classic Ev, not afraid to say what he thinks 🤣😍🤭
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Awwww Ami and Ev!! That’s soooo cute 😍😍😍😍
Ahh, I know!! They’re adorable!! 🥰🥰
XD XD Classic Ev, not afraid to say what he thinks 🤣😍🤭
Oh yes, for sure. 🤣🤣
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Ahh, I know!! They’re adorable!! 🥰🥰
Yes they are!! 🥰❤
Oh yes, for sure. 🤣🤣
🤣 Yep!!
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@godlyfantasy12 @esther-c @lightoverdarkness6
Here what I wrote for day #1. Its not very long, but I think its pretty cute 🙂
I was four years old at the time when I met Samuel Smith. My family and I were heading over to welcome the new family who moved into the house a few doors down from us. My mom and I had baked some brownies and my older brother Hugo was talking on and on about meeting new people and how he hoped there were some boys to play with. I have to admit, I was pretty excited also, and hoped there was a girl my age. Finally, after dinner we headed over to their house. My dad pushed open the screen door and knocked, mom was balancing brownies on her hip, as she tried to rub spaghetti sauce off Hugo’s face. After a few moments, a short, red haired woman opened the door.
“Hi!” All my family said at once, which made the lady laugh.
After a few minutes of introductions and boring adult talk. We were invited inside to meet the kids and the dad!
And there I saw him. Six year old Sam Smith. He was sitting in front of their coffee table, organizing his toy cars from biggest to smallest. He gave me a huge grin, but continued to organize.
I met his eight year old brother, Scott and my best friend Shauna that night. As we were leaving Sam looked up from his cars, walked over to me and whispered into my ear. “It was very nice to meet you tonight Jean.” Then we shook hands and smiled at each other and he pressed his favorite red race car into my hand and fourteen years later, I still have it.
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@godlyfantasy12 oooohhh, that second one, is that after the *ahem* “betrayal” happens??? 😭 love it tho!!! ❤️
@lightoverdarkness6 @smiley @lightoverdarkness6 @esther-c Thanks y’all!!! 💖💖💖(i’ll try to get around to reading everyone’s scenes soon ❤️ kinda busy…and exhausted. Took a 2-hour long nap after church today, never done that before XD)
Oh, and Leon was 17, Aadelheide was 16 when they met, Esther 🥰
Ummm in simple answers….
Yes November left…
and…Jocelyn….
OKAY I MADE ONE FOR DAY 3!!!
Day 3: Check Their Pulse
Ship: Lux
MCs: Paxton and Luna
“Culture Clash”
(In which confusion occurs between people from different backgrounds)
A small trickle of blood slid down Paxton’s neck, painting his otherwise pale skin. He lay still as a stone, eyes closed, one arm over his head, other across his abdomen.
“Paxton!” Luna cried, rushing to his side, pulling up the folds of her dress and robes in order to kneel beside him. Her hands shook in front of her face as she stared, wide eyed at his suddenly frail looking frame.
“No…no, Light…Paxton, please,” she whispered. Her eyes drifted to his chest, but it barely moved.
Was he…
A silent prayer left her lips, a few tears leaving her eyes. She pulled herself over him, gazing at his wounds and studying him, trying to process what to do next.
Practically hovering over him now, Luna reached out a hand, placing her fingers against the side of Paxton’s, along his upper cheekbone. She rubbed, feeling intensely for any sign of life, dragging her fingers up to his hairline.
A small groan escaped Paxton’s lips, and his eyes slowly flickered open. Vision blurred, his brows furrowed, his eyes meeting Luna’s.
Her hand was still checking for a pulse, fingers gently but firmly rubbing along his cheek and hairline. She gasped, a small, thankful smile appearing.
“Pax! Oh…Pax, thank the Light.”
Paxton blinked wearily a few times before his vision seemed to focus and his cheeks brightened a deep pink, eyes fluttering to Luna’s hands against his skull and neck.
“Wh-what ar-are you, are you, d-doing?”
“I was checking your pulse. I didn’t know if you were…still breathing,” Luna sniffed, wiping her eyes.
“In my-my h-head?” He shifted a bit, staring at Luna’s eyes, blush growing.
“Yes, is this not where you check it?”
“N-not usually…”
“Oh,” Luna sat back, relieved her best friend seemed to be alright. Mostly, anyway. “How do you check it?”
“H-here,” Paxton lifted his wrist, gently touching it.
“How curious!” Luna grasped the boy’s wrist, eyes brightening. Paxton’s lips pursed in surprise, eyes widening at the suddenness.
“Pulse seems to be wonderful now! Though…it’s a bit quick…” Luna tilted her head, smiling slightly as Paxton turned a bit pink around the ears. She laughed, giving her shy best friend a hug, making him freeze up.
“Nothing to worry about though…I’m just thankful you’re okay.”
Paxton eased up, slowly returning the hug, heartbeat settling into its regular rhythm.
Luna smiled, her own heart skipping a small beat.
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@godlyfantasy12 awwww, Luna and Pax!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
AGH I FORGOT TO MENTION!! @EVERYONE
in this story- Paxton is around 17 and Luna is around 19
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I wrote this!!!
Day 4: “Battle Couple”
MCs: Bucky&Madelene (Buckelene)
Tanks rolled. Blasts sounded. Fire lapped and smoke rose to the sky.
She brushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes, off her sweaty forehead.
She hated violence, but right now, fighting was her only choice. She hated having to hurt anyone, but Hydra had to be stopped.
Her hair whipped around her. She quickly grabbed the band off her right wrist and tied it back, small gun in hand.
She backed up, her back against someone else’s.
Bucky loaded extra bullets into his large gun, his back to hers. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” He turned around, a small grin on his face.
Madelene nodded; smiled. “I’m thinking exactly what you’re thinking.”
“Follow my movements.”
She stayed on his back, shooting one side. Bucky stayed on her back; shooting the other side.
She stayed in tune with his movements; he stayed in tune with hers.
They moved together, a unit, fighting, shooting, stopping Hydra in their tracks.
“What are you two doing over there?” Tony asked through the communicators, and Madelene could almost see the smirk he had on his face.
Bucky grinned and laughed. “Hah, none of your business, Stank.”
“Yeah, there’s nothing going on over here, just kicking Hydra’s behind.” Madelene added.
She and Bucky continued to fight back-to-back, staying united with movements.
And slowly, she realized, the troops began to disappear.
Hydra was retreating or being beaten.
Madelene turned around to face Bucky. “I guess there really isn’t anything going on here, except for maybe a battle couple.”
Bucky quickly put his gun on his back, grinning wildly. He flicked a strand of his dark brown shoulder-length hair behind his ear.
Madelene laughed, gun on her side, grabbing the strand Bucky had tucked and putting it back in his vision. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. “You gonna say anything, or not?”
Bucky grabbed her, his hands coming up to her cheeks, his cold fingers cooling her warm cheeks. His lips met hers, unretracting, passionate, everything she had always expected a loving kiss to be.
Bucky pulled away, and Madelene smiled. “I like that response.”
She turned and saw Steve and Natasha high-five.
Bucky shot his best friend a glare.
Steve grinned, gave a salute, and turned on his heel, Natasha at his side, both of them laughing.
Madelene smiled, laughed, and faced Bucky again. “They helped get us together, don’t they deserve our thanks?”
Bucky laughed and kissed her again. “I’ll thank them later. For now, let’s enjoy this moment.”
Madelene looked up at Bucky, a good man, her love, her true love, her boyfriend, maybe one day her husband, and nodded. “Let’s.”
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