Zelphia Peterson

“Who are you?” I managed to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answered.
I couldn’t stop staring at the man. There was something unusual about him that I couldn’t put my finger on…

“Who are you?” I managed to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answered.
I couldn’t stop staring at the man. There was something unusual about that I couldn’t put my finger on…

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight off me.
The faces stared back at me blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell me the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the…[Read more]

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight off me.
The faces stared back at my blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the whole…[Read more]

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight of me.
The faces stared back at my blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the whole…[Read more]

@warrioroftherealm Welcome to the topic. Idaho! That’s great. 😀
@daeus I envy you. I’ve always wanted to look like a movie star!!!!!!!

…”Uh,” I pause, trying to remember any “ideas” I might have had before I passed out. The funny thing is, I’ve never met these people before in my life. How could they possibly know who I am?
The red-headed man glares at me again and waits expectantly for me to speak. When I say nothing, he growls, “Tell us about your idea to save the world.…[Read more]

Ooo, I like it @zoe-wingfeather! Like other people noted, I would watch out for info-dumping. For example, the writing in bold below, to me is a bit info-dump-ey…I struggle with the same thing, by the way. 🙂

I sigh. Work is so boring. I’m a secretary for a big computer company, and pretty much all I do all day is file papers.

The story is r…[Read more]

I awoke to the sound of tapping for the fifth night in a row. At first I thought it was outside… but then I realized it was coming from the mirror again. Now, I’m tough, but hey, when your mirror taps, that is creepy, especially in the dead of night. And the fact that I had just read Snow White. I reached out a shaking hand and flicked on my b…[Read more]

I awoke to the sound of tapping for the fifth night in a row. At first I thought it was outside… but then I realized it was coming from the mirror again. Now, I’m tough, but hey, when your mirror taps, that is creepy, especially in the dead of night. And the fact that I had just read Snow White. I reached a shaking hand out and flicked on my b…[Read more]

Yet another long corridor. This is crazy. What does this house look like from the outside? I have absolutely no idea what to do. Maybe I’d try a different door. Trying the next door in line I found it to be like the room in which I had awoken. The sheets were messed up, so I figured people must be somewhere close by. And then I found them. Behind…[Read more]

I definitely agree. @daeus 😀

Yeah, I believe you! @kate-flournoy

Tessa Just: ESFP

Not quite @daeus. I’m actually an ENFJ. What made you think of me as an ESFP? How did you guess/figure it out? What did you use?

@kate-flournoy If you’re interested, Mark Twain was first a printer but became a river pilot instead. This experience stimulated him to write Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. The name Mark Twain, which he first used as a newspaperman, came from his riverboat days. Mark twain means two fathoms, a measure of depth of water. (Twain meaning two and…[Read more]

Haha! I love it @writefury 😛

Whoopy! All better! 😀