Think to Ink Writing Camp #6

This is the last TIWC challenge! It has been sooo fun, and a really good writing exercise, as well! And I hope to participate in another writing camp in the future!

I used all three prompts (this, that, and that) and included something lost, something found, and heartbreak. The prompted parts are this color.

This is another continuation! Complimentary refreshments: One, Two, Three, Four, Five.

Get comfortable… this is a long one… 🙂


Janice hung her head and dragged her feet as Rose led her in the direction of the orphanage. What were you thinking? Her thoughts taunted. Escape from the orphanage? No way.

Janice noticed the cave where the Spera lived as they passed by it. He had been so kind. She hated to leave all his plans undone. Suddenly, something in the cave opening caught her eye. What? Janice shook her head in confusion, blinking.

The Spera was standing in the cave opening.

What in the world was he doing there? He nodded towards her, a serious expression on his face. Then he shot out of the door (Janice hadn’t known how fast Speras were!) and latched abruptly onto Rose’s leg. She shrieked, letting go of Janice’s hand.

“Go!” the Spera shouted, clutching onto her leg with all his might, as she swatted and tugged angrily at him. At his word Rose turned sharply around, but the Spera wouldn’t let her budge, and Janice was making a mad dash toward the lake.

Wait! What about the Spera? I can’t leave him there! Janice thought. She whirled around.

“No,” he said, seeing her, “Run. NOW!” So she did run—all the way back to the water.

Finally Janice stumbled onto the shore. She peered out over the lake, but to her dismay, the boat was nowhere to be seen.

“No,” she breathed, straining her eyes across the water. “No, no, no, no, no.” The boat had already left. Her journey was void, and the Spera’s life, for who knows where Rose had taken him by now, was wasted. Janice felt a sudden wave of rage. All this for NOTHING!

She shouted angrily, storming around the lakeside, punching the air, and yanking out grass with all her might. Then she stopped, her fist clenched so fiercely that her fingernails pinched her palms, and her knuckles were white. Her grip loosened, and Janice collapsed onto the ground, sobs racking her body. It’s over. It’s done. All is lost.

“There, there,” said a voice. She could feel someone patting her back gently. “Why are you crying? It’s alright. It’s going to be okay.”

The voice. It was familiar. Could it be—? Janice raised her head.

The Spera!

“But?—But you? How?” Janice sputtered through sobs and tears of joy and relief.

He shrugged, smiling. “I’m a good runner. Oh, and Rose? She won’t be bothering you anymore. She was too shocked, and a bit frightened, by your strange, tiny friend to go looking for you again. She’s probably halfway to the orphanage by now, preparing to ask for backup.”

“But the boat—it’s gone!”

“Did you forget? I’m a Spera. I help people on their journeys. Naturally, I have a canoe in my cave.” Janice beamed at him. They would save the children from that evil orphanage after all!

. . . . .

In no time, Janice and the Spera had retrieved the boat and were rowing across the shining lake. Pine trees lined the shore in the distance, growing smaller as they moved away from them.

“Why did you come?” Janice asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

“What do you mean?”

“You said that your kind is not very strong. Will you survive out here?”

The Spera paused, his eyes staring into the distance thoughtfully. “After my family was gone, I decided that I never wanted to leave the cave again. It’s not that nature kills us, it’s just that we are more easily overpowered by other creatures, and that we respond to change and emotion differently than other creatures might. We are more prone to get sick from worry, or other challenging emotions, and sometimes we can’t recover. I don’t know how I, myself, survived the loss of my family. But I knew I never wanted to risk leaving my home again. Sometimes I would wake up and take a moment to appreciate the fact that I’m alive. But then I met you, the first traveler I’d seen in a long while, and I was moved by your determination and eagerness for your cause. I realized, then, that though I was alive, I wasn’t really living. I would rather be here, working for a good cause that I believe in, than cooped up in a cave all my days, feeling sorry for myself.” Janice nodded soberly, and they continued across the lake in silence.

Finally, a small thread was visible, laying on the lake’s horizon. Janice stood up in the boat in excitement, trying to keep her balance while looking at the precious strip of land. She beamed. Her parents were so close! The kids from the orphanage would soon be rescued! They were soon upon the shore, and Janice jumped out of the canoe when they docked, nearly capsizing the wobbly boat. Then, she remembered the Spera and helped him out, too. He knew the way to Jacksonville, so they didn’t need to find someone to ask, and the Spera could hardly get Janice to sit down and eat something before they left. It was only a short while before they made it to Jacksonville. But what they discovered there was the opposite of what they expected.

The town was in ruins. Black rubble and ash covered the ground, and remnants of the walls of buildings waved precariously in the breeze. Janice’s heart broke at the sight of her beloved home that she had so looked forward to seeing again. She swiftly weaved her way through the rubble to where she remembered her home to be, the Spera following close behind.

“Here it is,” she said, motioning toward a half-burnt house. The Spera shook his head sadly.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at his feet.

“Janice?” a quavering voice said from inside the crumbling walls. Janice looked up, her sad eyes wide and wondering.

“M-mama?” she whispered. The lady came running out from the house, a man running close behind her. Janice’s eyes were sparked with hope and excitement. Mama and Dad! They ran towards each other, embracing each other joyously.

“We were only here to gather anything left!” the father said through tears, as the mother nodded, biting her lip as the tears came in rivers from her hazel eyes and down her pale cheeks. After a flurry of sobs and laughs. They finally settled down enough to exchange their stories.

Janice mother spoke first, “We were so worried, Janice. You disappeared so suddenly! We searched and searched, with no luck! But then war broke out in the country, and the soldiers came, burning and stealing as they went.” She choked on her words, and her husband continued.

“Everyone was running all at once, us included. We escaped to the nearest town, where those who survived the attack are now staying. Thankfully, the townspeople are good, and have helped us immensely. It was just today that I had a day off of the job I got in town, and so we decided to come back and search through the ruins and see if any of our belongings were left. A few things survived, but,” he smiled from ear to ear, “we had no idea that we’d find you instead!”

Janice’s mother, calmed down a bit, continued, “But what about you, Janice? What happened?” she pleaded. “And…” she said, upon seeing the tiny, smiling boy standing in the background—which was a bit of a shock, “who… who is your friend here?”

“Boy, have I got a story to tell you!” Janice responded, backing up to introduce the Spera to her parents.


How do you/did you like this series? Would you like to see me continue it more?

Bye for now!

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Think To Ink Writing Camp #5

Hi!

I hope you aren’t tired of seeing TIWC entries… BUT… I am planning a craft! 😀 Hint: it’s fall inspired!

I used all three prompts. Linky, Linky, Link. And I included a pen! The prompted parts are in this color. Go Team Pen!! 

This is another continuation, so here are some complimentary refreshments: Part one, two, three, four (Wow! That’s a lot!)

Here it is! I had fun writing this one… Enjoy… XD


Janice yawned and sat up in bed, stretching her arms out wide so they could reach the cave walls on either side of her. She smiled. These last few days had been lovely. She was able to recover her strength at the Spera’s home, where she could sleep and eat plenty, unlike at the orphanage. During her stay, the Spera informed Janice of the plans he made for her journey to find her parents and save the orphanage.

The plan was as follows: walk east until she reached the lake; take the boat ride across—the Spera kindly provided the funds; ask for directions and go to Jacksonville—her hometown; and locate her parents when she reached it. Once she found her parents, they would have to help her from there. Janice could only pray that they would help her—assuming that they were actually still living in Jacksonville.

So after a hearty breakfast, Janice bid the Spera farewell, with many thanks, and was off, following the sun that was resting just on the horizon in the east. It wasn’t long before she reached the lake, sparkling in the morning sun that was now floating a little farther up in the sky. She sat down in the grasses by the lakeside, watching for any signs of a boat. Sure enough, a speck soon appeared on the horizon and slowly grew larger as it came closer.

It won’t be long now Janice thought to herself, smiling. She cherished the thought of seeing her parents again. What a happy reunion it would be! And to think of saving her friends from the orphanage! She jumped up from the ground in excitement, nearly convincing herself that she should swim to the boat to save time. Janice quickly renounced that idea when she felt the icy cold water on her bare feet, and remembered that she hadn’t swam in years.

In her great burst of enthusiasm, Janice hadn’t noticed the curly-haired brunette girl walking up to her.

Janice did a little hop out of surprise at the sight of her, secretly wondering if she had looked silly, prancing around the shore like that. She looked at the ground, twiddling the grass with her toes, trying to act like she neither had seen the girl, nor had been practically dancing around earlier.

“Hello, Janice,” the girl said boldly.

Janice didn’t pretend to not notice the girl anymore. She looked up, alarm piercing through her eyes.

“H-how do you know my name,” Janice sputtered untrustingly.

“Oh,” the girl replied, idly twiddling a pen she had pulled out of her pocket, “well I suppose it is kind of rude to not introduce myself, seeing as I know who you are. I’m Rose, and I’m here to take you back to the orphanage.”

Janice was shocked. “But-but why? You can’t! I’ve gotten so far! Who really are you? One of the headmistress’s secret agents?” Janice was trembling violently.

“No, I’m not a secret agent,” she chuckled. “I’m an orphan too. Just like you are.”

“You are not!” Janice cried. “If you were like me, you wouldn’t be bringing me back to that horrible place!”

Rose sighed. Was that a small glint of sadness in her eye? “Some say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is I did what I had to do to be treated well by the headmistress, and have any hope of happiness. Which at the moment, requires that you come back with me.”

Janice bit her lip and let the tears flow, as Rose tightly gripped her arm and led her back the way to the orphanage. In her mind, the plan Janice had thought was her reality became a distant dream, and the orphanage she had thought was her past became her reality—an unbeatable, inescapable reality.


*insert evil laugh* Ahem. XD What do you think? Are you looking forward to the next part?

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Think to Ink Writing Camp Entry 4

It’s crazy that we’ve already done four challenges! Let’s go Team Pen!!

I included this promptthis prompt, and this prompt. AKA all three. Oh! And I finally got around to including a pen! Yay!

The prompted parts are the reddish color.

Also, this is another continuation,here are Parts 1, 2, 3. And if you just need a quick refresher, Janice is launching into her life story, just after the Spera told her his.

Enjoy!!


“The orphanage—it is a strange place. It is full of cruel secrets that lurk from the corners of our bedrooms to the heart of the headmistress, or more like the orphanage dictator. I spent two years of my life living in that abysmal place. The strange thing is, I am not even an orphan.

“I suppose I had better start from the beginning—the very beginning.

“I was born to my parents as their only child. They were kind, I remember, although times of love seem centuries away, even though I lived most of my life in it. It was on my tenth birthday that my carefree life was turned upside down. I had been all dressed up for my birthday; my brown locks were braided and a small tiara was set on my head. My presents were a new doll and a lovely pen with my name engraved on it. While having a tea party with my doll in the grass outside, an expensive black buggy jolted up to our yard. Looking up from my play, I saw a short, thin lady dressed in black stepping down from the buggy, with a dark veil covering her face.

“‘I can get my parents for you, ma’am,’ I called to the mysterious woman, as I started to walk back to the house.

“‘No!’ she snapped venomously. I stopped in my tracks, turning hesitantly to face her.

“‘Come here, girl,’ She coaxed, ‘I’m only a friend.’ Her voice was like a sweet fruit with a worm inside of it. Untrusting as I was of her, I was too frightened to do anything except for what she told me to.

“‘That’s good, child. Now hop into the buggy.’ And thus ended my happy childhood.

“I dare not imagine how my parents felt when they found that I had disappeared into thin air. I can only hope they were happier than I, when that lady brought me to live at the dreadful orphanage.

“The orphanage is a terrible place full of concrete walls and cruel mistresses. We slept on mats on the floor, and were fed three tasteless meals a day. Ragged-haired girls skittered through the hallways. I quickly became one of those girls.

“But the orphanage was more than just an awful, cold building. It held secrets which I was never able to understand, one of which being why I was even there, for I, along with many others, were not orphans. Another strange secret was the headmistress’s daughter, whom I never saw, except for the time when my friend and I managed to slip out and peer through the keyhole in their cottage door, which was inside of the large enclosed area surrounding the orphanage. We observed the headmistress and her daughter for a while, and they seemed to act friendly towards each other; the headmistress even acted genuinely kind to her daughter, which was a shock to see. But never had we seen someone look as lost in their own home as those two did.

“But after two long years living in the orphanage, I had devised a plan of action. I had thoroughly explored the building and the enclosed outdoor area in my short bouts of free time, and knew of a way to escape. I also knew that after my escape, I must find my parents, somehow. And maybe, just maybe, they could rescue us.

“So here I am now, trying to do just that.”

Janice finished, the tears coming in streams down her pale cheeks. She bit her lip, “Can you help me?” she asked the Spera, who had been listening intently and quietly to her story.

“Yes,” he replied, “I think I can help you, Janice.”

Janice smiled at him through her tears.


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Think to Ink Writing Camp Entry 3

Here is my third entry to TIWC. It is another continuation, so here are 1 and 2.

I used all three prompts, this, this, and this.

Enjoy!


“There used to be six of us, but now I’m alone,” the creature said after descending to the ground. Janice could tell because of his voice, though her eyes were still squeezed shut. His voice was sad, and not at all menacing. Janice opened one eye, and was surprised at what she saw. A young boy stood front of her. He looked like a teenager, but was only two feet tall, and very pale. His skin seemed to be glowing, though his bulky coat (obviously meant to hide how abnormally thin he was) was old and dirty. He had a mop of curly hair, though the color seemed strange— brown, yet tinted with colors she had never seen before. Who was this boy? Was he…? Janice’s mind tried to push away the impossible thought, but could not. Was he even human?

He seemed to read Janice’s mind, “I am not a human, as I expect you were wondering. I am a Spera*, a type of fairy. My family had lived here in this cave for centuries, helping travelers on their way; giving them hope. But now my family is gone.”

“This place,” the boy continued; his voice sounded wise, and somewhat old, yet with a high, kid-like tone to it, “used to be a beautiful place, full of light and laughter.” He nodded at a faded arrow painted on the ground at the entrance to the chamber they were in. It was pointing into the chamber, and had the word dreams painted below it. “This really was the place where dreams came true.”

Janice’s eyes were both opened by now, “What happened?” she breathed.

He went on, his voice taking on a grim tone, “Someone came here who should never have. He seemed like a normal traveler at the time, desperate for hope, and in great need of help on his journey. You see, only the people who are in the greatest need can even see this place. We helped him, of course, letting him rest and giving him things he needed to fulfil his journey, but he grew greedy of what we could give him, and he wanted more and more, until we finally had to refuse.

“He did not like that response.

“We are a peaceful people, and not ones to put up a fight, much less able to maintain one, so the man threw us out. We, Spera, are not very strong by nature, and though my family survived for a while, none except for myself lived. I rediscovered our old home, stripped of its glory by that evil man. I have seen no travelers since my return. You, Janice, are special indeed.”

He paused, looking hard at Janice. “So,” he said, “I told you my story, now tell me yours.”

Janice sighed. Maybe, just maybe, this strange creature could help.

So she let her story pour out.


*Spera is Latin for hope

Whataya think? Do you like this story? Do you want me to continue? Or would you rather see something different?

 

Blessings,

~Gracie 😉

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Think To Ink Writing Camp 2

Today I have my second entry for TIWC. GO TEAM PEN! WHOOP WHOOP!

This one turned out a lot longer that the last one. It is a continuation, so you can read part one here.

I included all three prompts. Link, link, link. The prompted parts are a dark reddish color.

Sit back, relax, and Enjoy!!


It was the second day of traveling. Her dress was frayed and torn and her brown hair was wind-blown and frizzy. Janice had started her journey at a run, but adrenaline soon wore off and she now had to use all her energy just to keep up a steady walk.

A long, low growl came from her stomach. She scowled at the noise, for it reminded her of the pangs of hunger that she had been trying to ignore. “It would be helpful for my journey,” she said to herself through gritted teeth, “if I could find some food and water somewhere!”

In front of her, towards the west, the sun shone bright and hot. She wished for even a small drop of water to cool her parched tongue. A sharp wind whipped up from behind her, pushing several wispy locks of hair into her face. Scraping the hair back, she turned to look behind her, basking in the cool wind. That small pleasure did not last long. When she looked up, she saw huge, dark, luminous clouds rolling in—even now almost upon her. Water didn’t sound quite so good anymore. Water sounded like being cold and drenched to the bone. Water sounded like becoming sick and shaking with fever from the wet, unable to continue, nor to go back.

I must find cover, she thought to herself. She broke off in a run, adrenaline pulsing through her weak body.

Janice felt a few stray drops on her shoulders. Her brow furrowed. Where in the world could she find shelter? Soon she spotted a dark blotch on a hill, not too far off. A cave! She decided, unwilling to consider if this shadowy spot could possibly not be a cave. To her relief, it was! She bolted into the dark cavern, overjoyed to be free from the raindrops that were now coming down heavier, heavier, heavier, until the sky was black with clouds, angrily pouring their torrents onto the unsuspecting earth.

Sighing, Janice stood up. The cave was bigger than she had expected it to be. She took a few steps further into the pitch black cave, waving her arms around. She spun around a few times, swinging her arms wide. Her arms didn’t touch any walls. This really was a large cave! She dizzily relocated the opening in the cave by the soft orange glow coming from it. Or was it the opening? She turned around, 180 degrees. No, the opening was there, she realized, for she could make out the dim light from the mouth of the cave, and could feel a small spattering of raindrops that had dared to wander in. So if that was the opening, where could that light be coming from?

Peering out at the harsh storm, she decided that it could be a while until it let out, and allowing curiosity to get the best of her, she spun on her heel and trekked towards the orange light.

After bumping into a few black walls, she made it to the source of the light. Her eyes bulged. What is this place? She wondered, feeling fearful and excited at the same time. Janice had entered an eerie, hallway-like structure, completely made of stone. The ceiling was arched and the walls were cold, with little platforms running across its length, each holding a lighted candle. She walked slowly through the passageway, her knees shaking and clunking harshly against each other.

“Who are you?”

Janice shrieked and jumped back from the voice, though it was calm and smooth. She looked right and left, but could see no one.

“Well you act like mouse, but you certainly don’t look like one. Do you have a speaking voice, child? Who are you?” The cool voice asked again.

“I-I’m Janice,” she said (In a voice that did, indeed, sound like a mouse).

The voice chuckled, “I don’t care what your name is, Janice. What is your kind—your species?”

Janice was taken aback from the question. “Hu-human?” she sputtered.

“So that’s what you are,” the voice whispered in awe.

Janice was awfully frightened, “Who I am?” she asked incredulously. “Who are you!?” She froze as she heard the thing scrambling down from above her. What have I gotten myself into? She wondered, squeezing her eyes shut. Janice braced for the worst as she listened to the creature slowly scuffle down to her level.


What’d you think? Do you want to see me continue this story? If I were to make this story into a book or something, I was thinking that I’d probably make a chapter before this one about the orphanage… Or maybe I can have flashback chapters… hmmmm.

Bye for now!

~Gracie 😉

P.S. Perhaps I should make a sign off. What do you think?