When dreams are crushed
- Locked due to inactivity on Oct 2, '20 3:54am
Thread Topic: When dreams are crushed
Here’s my cs!
Name: Ariadne Minos
Abilities: archery, pottery, painting, baking, fire magic, divination, and crystal balling.
Weaknesses: anything involving emotion.
Occupation: works in a small bakery but has a hobby of sorcery.
Part in the story: part enemy, part friend. She’s pretty much two faced.
Appearance: short, fluffy white hair, piercing turquoise eyes, pale skin, and ghostly white lines wrapping around her arms from a past mistake in her sorcery.
Other: as I said before, she’s two faced, wears a shawl whenever she’s confronted by palace guards (if there’s royalty involved), and can seem shy and innocent at first but really has a bunch of nasty tricks up her sleeve.
Name: Victor tellius
Part in the story: author
Appearance: messy navy blue hair amber eyes and eyebrow and ear piercings other than that he looks very neat
Other: social anxiety
How can chocolate be a weakness?))
(he has a chocolate addiction smh)
Do you want to start?
Victor marched up to the publishing firm with the last draft of his story. He did it! He was gonna be published! He struggled to keep his excitement hidden as he walked in.
Ariadne sat in the bakery, her hand twirling a thin line of water boringly around her head as she sat, slumped in the chair. Today was a boring day, like always, taxes were to be paid, the bakery had to be managed, and her friends, though she had only two, were ignoring her again. (Sigh)
Victor barely wasted any time walking into his publisher's office and put down the final draft. He noticed a bowl of chocolate and immediately started tearing into it
Ariadne sat way back in her chair and groaned. "Mica, i'm bored!"
As soon as the publisher came in he quickly separated Victor from the chocolate. "Victor, what are you doing here?" The publisher said. "To bring my final draft." Victor said confused. "No no no, didn't you get my call? Your book has been cancelled" The publisher said "why!" Victor yelled. "We want to publish these poems instead they were made by a three year old prodigy." The publisher said.
A short looking boy hopped into the room. "Ariadne, we all are." He chuckled as he spun a glass plate on his forefinger.
Victor went ballistic, first he snatched the bowl of chocolate out of the publisher's hands, then he ran out and bought all the chocolate he could and ran back to his apartment.
This thread is locked. You may not post.