Next: [name_u]Rain[/name_u] & [name_u]Sun[/name_u] are the same
[name_u]Rain[/name_u] and [name_u]Sun[/name_u] Are The Same
[name_f]Sariya[/name_f] and [name_f]Eliane[/name_f] are anything but the same. So why does everyone say that they are?
The two girls agree on one thing – they need to work out why everyone insists that they are similar. And so follows a wild adventure of the sort you’d get if those on the quest happen to be able to control water and fire.
[name_m]Just[/name_m] a normal day at (and around) Runith Academy.
Next: A [name_u]Forever[/name_u] Spell
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[name_f]Gisella[/name_f] Shard is sick of the school bullies. They think she’ll never amount to anything, but how could they be so wrong? Gisella’s four guardians are the four elements. Aunt [name_u]Haven[/name_u] controls air, Aunt [name_f]Hedvig[/name_f] controls water, Aunt [name_u]Harmony[/name_u] controls earth and Aunt [name_f]Hermia[/name_f] controls fire. She realises her Mother must of been the 5th guardian, the guardian of all elements, before she abandoned her. But [name_f]Gisella[/name_f] still has a piece of her Mom left. [name_f]Gisella[/name_f] was granted all her Mom’s powers/ When [name_f]Gisella[/name_f] places a curse on [name_f]Ursula[/name_f], the head bully, she gets in big trouble. When she realises she must fix it and the only way to fix it is to find her Mom, [name_f]Hope[/name_f].
Next: The chocolate box
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The Chocolate Box
[name_f]Melissa[/name_f] has a secret.
When she helps out in her parents’ shop, a box sometimes appears, and it’s always full of chocolates. Odd, given that it looks more like a shortbread tin, but she doesn’t care about that bit.
These chocolates, see, aren’t normal. They’re magic, and she knows this because when she ate one, she turned invisible for an hour.
The second time, she found herself able to read minds.
So, a box of magic chocolates that can give you superpowers – briefly – and only appears from time to time… of course she’s going to tell her best friend!
But magic, especially magic food, is never to be trusted.
When sweet turns sour, can the two friends work out how to fix everything safely, or will the danger be too much?
Next: For A Prize of [name_u]Magic[/name_u]
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For A Prize of [name_u]Magic[/name_u]
In the kingdom of [name_m]Abrus[/name_m], magic is everything. Machines run off it, positions are chosen because of it, and far too many depend upon it for their day-to-day survival.
When [name_u]Aspen[/name_u] Tide’s magic is stolen, things turn dangerous.
The only way to get it back is to get rid of the thief, and the only way to do that is with magic… right?
So begins the fight of the century — strength and weakness, luck and misfortune, magic… and a little bit of thought.
Let the game begin.
Next: [name_m]Saviour[/name_m] of [name_m]Gold[/name_m]
[name_m]Saviour[/name_m] of [name_m]Gold[/name_m]
[name_f]Aural[/name_f] is under attack.
Everyone knows it. Everyone knows that the kingdom is falling to something dark and devilish. Everyone knows that it is rotting from the inside.
Everyone knows that there is no hope.
Isn’t there?
Whispers of a saviour, are all that [name_f]Aural[/name_f] needs to begin to fight. But does such a hero exist, and if so…
Where are they?
Next: [name_u]Wildfire[/name_u]
[name_u]Wildfire[/name_u]
Before he became a SEAL, [name_m]Lars[/name_m] was known for his hot temper and flaming responses. After he became a SEAL, he trained the fire out of himself… and became call sign [name_u]Wolf[/name_u], for his steady eye and cold demeanor.
Until his team was nearly eradicated.
Now, Lars’ PTSD has brought back his long-diminished wildfire… and only his therapist [name_f]Sandra[/name_f] can put him out. [name_u]Will[/name_u] the two be able to put each other back together, or will the flaming beasts of their pasts engulf them?
Next: Two Moons
[name_u]Wildfire[/name_u]
“You’re like a wildfire, mon chéri, you really are. Nothing and nobody is going to get in your way!” He grinned, glancing over at the stunning woman in the passenger’s seat. Hair catching the wind, honeyed eyes and brown skin shining in the summer sun, she threw him a brilliant smile.
“You’re damn right, habibi. And that’s why you love me.” The words slipped out like silk, teasing him in a sweet, mellifluous tone.
And love her he did. He loved her more than he though was possible. She was his sun, his moon, his fire.
And burn him she did. Engulfed his carefully constructed plans and lofty aspirations. She took his diamond ring and left him with a broken heart and a child he never wanted.
“You were a wildfire, mon chéri, you really were.” His eyes fill with crystal tears, helpless to stop them as they drop onto the soft fabric of the baby blanket. Honeyed eyes stare up at him with a questioning innocence, and he promises to never allow anyone to break his heart again.
But after seven long years have gone by, his wife enters his life again in a familiar blur, threatening to burn the thin stilts he’s built his new life on. When her wildfire lingers at the edge of his heart, will he escape unscathed? [name_u]Or[/name_u] will she burn it all down?
Sorry, I just realized someone else posted something on this title! I spent so long on this though so I’m still going to post it! Next person, just use A.Name.Lover’s new title!
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Two Moons
[name_f]Kiera[/name_f] had been living in the kingdom of Olivander her whole, entire life. She had always known the prophecy. What prophecy, you ask? Let her tell you:
When the eldest daughter of the chosen come to age
She should not hail the local sage
For her destiny is already laided out
Once two moons come out
Her destiny is to see
Whether the city is risen or falls
This meant that she was supposed to save or d@mn the kingdom when she came of age. The problem was she came of age yesterday & the two moons were out last night but she still didn’t feel like she knew what to do. Her friends would hopefully help her figure it out.
Next Title: [name_m]Kingdom[/name_m] come (except when it doesn’t)
[name_m]Kingdom[/name_m] Come (Except When It Doesn’t)
He should, by all rights, be dead.
But he isn’t, and everyone knows that immortality means nothing good.
Thing is… what else within him lead to it, and is so much power in a body that can’t be destroyed ever a good thing?
Next: The Vengeful Spirits of The [name_u]Sea[/name_u]
The Vengeful Spirits of the [name_u]Sea[/name_u]
S.S. [name_f]Malani[/name_f] is full of superstition. In fact, most of the crew would claim that she runs on superstition. For instance, most believe that if they step foot onto land, they’ll never be able to return to sea lest the [name_u]Sea[/name_u] Spirits strike.
[name_m]Louis[/name_m] has never bought the nonsense. His crewmates would argue differently, though, because [name_m]Louis[/name_m] hasn’t left the ship since he stowed away as a fourteen-year-old. This time, though, [name_m]Louis[/name_m] is determined to prove them wrong.
He leaves the S.S. [name_f]Malani[/name_f]. “For good” the boys say.
That wasn’t his plan.
But circumstances showed otherwise.
NEXT: Seasick [name_u]Love[/name_u]
Seasick [name_u]Love[/name_u]
[name_u]Augustine[/name_u] has escaped.
It is an almost impossible feat for a the prodigal son of a vindictive aristocracy, an escape. There is nowhere to hide where they cannot find him, no place to go where he is not prey. But [name_u]Augustine[/name_u] has no choice; when he comes of age, his family reveals secrets that only the truly soulless can live with. So [name_u]Augustine[/name_u] must go.
[name_f]Io[/name_f] never wants to leave.
In his opinion, the teenage angst of wanting to run away from home is a total cliché. If he could stay on his family’s island forever, he wouldn’t hesitate. He knew every single person there, knew their lives, their stories. That is, until a boy with a foreign accent and untold story shows up on his island. That is, until things begin to change.
next: THRILL OF A LIFETIME
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Thrill of a Lifetime
When Helena receives a ticket to France on her 21st birthday, she is beyond happy. Her friend, Lily joins her on the trip. When they arrive, they see all sorts of amazing wonders. Including Drake, their tour guy. He shows around all over Paris. They stay there for a week. Everything goes by smoothly. What could possibly go wrong?
next: The Acorn
Okay, I got an idea when copying out some writing prompts, but it makes more sense if you add ‘Society’ to the end… since nobody’s answered yet, I’ll assume this isn’t a particularly inspiring title and write mine. It could probably work without the addition, so I have put it in [brackets].
Also, this is kinda long to me, so… yeah.
The Acorn [Society]
[name_f]Danica[/name_f] has never left the [name_f]Dome[/name_f], and for good reason. The world outside is nothing but endless wastelands, with nothing to survive off and nowhere to hide.
While everything is metal and concrete and the older people in the [name_f]Dome[/name_f] talk of things called trees, [name_f]Danica[/name_f] doesn’t see how the outside world could ever have been as green as they claim. All she’s seen beyond the glass is just greys and browns as far as any eye can see. Inside is where the colour is, and even if it’s totally manufactured… it’s better than the grey.
So the handprint on the outside of the glass is a shock to everyone.
As those in charge race to cover things up, spin tales of monsters that roam the wastelands, ensure the residents that things are perfectly alright inside the Dome… [name_f]Danica[/name_f] grows curious.
[name_u]Robin[/name_u] has been a part of the Acorn Society for his whole life, bringing life to a dying world with every passing day. As the Society close in on the strange glass half-sphere in the middle of the shrinking desert, though, it grows far more difficult.
With the toxic decrease of people’s memories of a green world poisoning the world around, it seems impossible to complete their task. What the Society needs is belief in a world beyond the windows that the rest of the world sees through now – narrow and tinted grey, they’re the root of every problem they’ve been facing.
Is one small handprint really enough to change that?
And as [name_f]Danica[/name_f] and Robin’s lives collide, will one girl be enough to make a difference, or will the Society fail the most important mission such a group has ever undertaken?
…
Next Title: Birthright
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Birthright
For perfect families, the road of lineage is a straight one, unmarred by devilish claims and incendiary gossip.
[name_f]Catherine[/name_f] [name_f]Theresa[/name_f] Arundell Effingham has a perfect family. She has spent decades crafting that family; from the day she stepped out of the convent of her adolescence and into the Earlship of Effingham, [name_f]Catherine[/name_f] has been nothing but fully, absolutely and unequivocally perfect. She gave birth to a perfect son, hired the most esteemed governesses and tutors–Latin and [name_u]French[/name_u], of course–, threw the most highly regarded parties, lunches, and outings, and did everything a perfect aristocratic might. She renounced the religion of her mother, she rebuked the sins of her father.
So why is this happening to her?
Why are the eyes on her, the whispers about her, when it’s him they should be worried about? Him, her husband, who somehow is never asked to be as perfect as she is? Him, the bastard son who showed up in town last week half-dandy, half-aristocrat, all-ambition? Him, her own son, who somehow seems wholly uncommitted to the world she bled for, the world she made just for him?
[name_f]Catherine[/name_f] [name_f]Theresa[/name_f] Arundell Effingham has lost a lot of things in her life, but she will not lose her perfect family, and she will not lose her son’s birthright.
Next: [name_f]Velvet[/name_f] Glove, [name_u]Steel[/name_u] Spine
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Velvet Glove, Steel Spine
Isabel Sunset Gabriella Davis is used to having everything she wants; after all, his father is a wealthy, famous rock-star. She’s also used to having a perfect family: adorable little siblings, a famous dad and a naturally-beautiful mum. And, of course, Isabel herself is dazzling - shiny golden falling past her shoulders, bright, sky-blue eyes, perfect white teeth. Nearly every child in her school is practically queuing to be friends with her.
The only problem is that Isabel doesn’t want to be perfect.
She doesn’t want everyone to know her. She doesn’t want to have to ‘smile for the camera’ every time she steps out of the house. She doesn’t want to have friends that just try to impress her and only talk about nail-varnish and make-up and trends.
Isabel wants to be the one thing you can’t be when your the child of a celebrity - she wants to be normal. Just when she thinks she’s out of luck, she notices an unfamiliar face in her classroom. A perfectly average-looking girl with dark hair pulled into a ponytail sits at a nearby desk. A white name-sticker on her shirt reads ‘Ashley’ in the teacher’s swirly handwriting. A single black, velvet glove covers one hand. The other is bare.
Gradually, Isabel gets to know the new girl; or so she thinks. Ashley is hiding some secrets, and when one day her glove slips off to reveal a hand made of steel, Isabel knows she has to do some serious detective work…
It sounded better in my head lol, that was dreadful XD
Next title: The Pink River
The Pink River
Fourteen years.
That’s how long it’s been since a baby has been born on Mahanea. Fourteen years ago, that horrid witch came and killed the women. Fourteen years that the men have lived on their own.
Leopold de Truett was only three when the curse was implanted. He barely remembers what a woman even is. Every so often, he’ll see a flash of his mother’s soft brown eyes, but otherwise, he’s completely ignorant to the meaning of this word that his father and uncles speak of so reverently.
One night, the light breeze carried a scrap of paper through the window. In the moonlight, he made out:
Leopold,
You don’t know me, but I’ve seen you and somehow trust you. I’m risking my life by writing this to you, but I’ve lived alone so long that I no longer consider death a curse but a blessing. I’ll be by the pink river behind the school tomorrow at dawn. Please come alone.
The words were so gentle and emotion-filled that Leo couldn’t help but read them over and over again.
Leo didn’t sleep that night, and he left for the river before the sun lightened the sky. Who was this stranger writing notes in the middle of the night?
Common sense argued otherwise, but for some reason, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe today was the day he’d learn the meaning behind this thing called woman… and perhaps it would become more than a figment of his imagination.
Next: Your Arms Around Me
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Your Arms Around Me
[name_f]Varvara[/name_f] lives with her single mum in the busy city of London; she loves her mum, though she often dreams of having someone else to spend her time with. She’s used to falling asleep in her mother’s arms, but one day, when her mum falls seriously ill, [name_f]Varvara[/name_f] must learn to look after herself. Despite her protests, she finds herself sent to the countryside to stay with her cruel grandmother, who is her only remaining family other than her mum - or so she is told.
In the same area that [name_f]Varvara[/name_f] is staying, another girl, [name_f]Bea[/name_f], lives with her single dad. She dreams of having a proper family; a sister, a mum, maybe even a brother.
When in unlikely circumstances the two girls meet, they form a strong bond - and together unravel secrets that neither’s parents have dared to tell their child… are [name_f]Bea[/name_f] and [name_f]Varvara[/name_f] really sisters?
Next title: The [name_f]Sunday[/name_f] Sisters
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The [name_f]Sunday[/name_f] Sisters
When you grow up in an extremely isolating, strict, religious and abusive home, you actually look forward to three hours of church on [name_f]Sunday[/name_f]. Sundays are the only day you get to have a hint of freedom. Sundays are the only day you get to see other children. Sundays are the only day your parents pretend they are loving and kind to you. But most of all, Sundays are when you get to be with your [name_f]Sunday[/name_f] [name_f]Sister[/name_f].
[name_f]Alsie[/name_f] was fortunate enough to escape her stifling abusive childhood. Now living in [name_u]New[/name_u] [name_u]York[/name_u], she can’t stop thinking about [name_f]Mina[/name_f], her [name_f]Sunday[/name_f] [name_f]Sister[/name_f]. What happened to her? Is she still under the influence of their parents’ religious cult? Did she escape as well? [name_m]Can[/name_m] [name_f]Alsie[/name_f] track her down?
The [name_f]Sunday[/name_f] Sisters tells a story of two remarkable women, whose paths diverged and then met again in the most uncanny of ways. It is a story of freedom and recovery, it is a story of triumph over abuse. But mostly it is the story of the lasting bond of a childhood friendship forged from despair and the innocence of hope.
Next Title: One [name_f]Margarita[/name_f], Two
One Margarita, Two
Chris was used to the rocking cadence of barkeeping. Two beers. Clink, clack — glasses. Sffft, pop — bottle. Psssh, phsss — filled. One beer, two. Until she came in and disturbed everything.
O’Seamus Bar was dying… until Keira O’Seamus came home. Her dad had called her up in a frenzy while she was in Houston and promised he only needed one year. So she left Texas as soon as her contract was up and moved back home.
O’Seamus Bar became the one and only place anyone could come and hear Keira O’Seamus, country singer and traditional Irish performer. Business skyrocketed, and Chris hated it. He was serving new and improved drinks — top of the line whiskeys, scotches, and wines — to top of the line customers — football players in the NFL, LA millionaires, and movie stars with attitudes to match their bank accounts.
Until Keira lost her voice in a freak accident in which an irate and very drunk customer flung a bottle at Chris, who ducked… allowing the bottle to smack Keira in the throat and head.
How was life ever going to be fixed now?
Next: Shadow Betrayer
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