Let's make a story.
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Thread Topic: Let's make a story.
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There was a girl who lived in the mysterious house in the corner of the neighborhood with her grandfather and her cat.
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This girl was seen as odd. She rarely went to school and would stay inside most of the time. She didn't familiarize herself with anyone her age, and that let to little social interaction. The times that she would go out, she would talk to the grocer about picking up her grandfather's groceries, but even then, talking was minimal. The only friend she had was her cat, Azrael. He was a black cat, but like her grandfather, he was getting up in age. Soon, she would have no one, but she tried not to think of that day. Instead, she lived each day like it was her last. She spent time cleaning the house and reading books in her room.
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Then one day, while she was cleaning, a strange visitor arrived at her house, someone who had come to see her grandfather. Not wanting to be seen, the girl hid in her room with all her books to wait for the stranger to go away. But then she heard voices coming from her grandfather's room, and she slowly began to be curious. Especially once she heard her name.
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The girl slowly but surely snuck out of her room,and snuck to her GradnFathers room,pressing her ear against the door,she heard nothing at first,so silent you could hear a needle drop.She furrowed her eyebrows and pursed her lips in slight confusion,then she heard the thing that scared her out of her wits ......
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She begins to hear the visitor's voice again, albeit a little louder than before. She wonders whether or not she should be listening, and feels a slight pang of guilt. But the thing that scares her isn't his voice, it's what he is saying. "Hey, old man. It's been a while. How's the end of your days turning out?" From how cheerful the visitor's voice sounds, she guesses that he is happy about her grandfather's situation. She scowls as she continues to listen in on their conversation, no longer feeling any guilt from doing so. "Gerald, you know what happens when you die, don't you? I get everything. And by everything, I mean the house, your bank account's stash, your possessions and, most importantly, custody of Emily." The girl in question lets out a hushed gasp, nearly drawing attention to herself in the process. But the visitor continues to talk, as if he didn't notice. "Tell me Gerald, does she know about your secret?" He pauses there and lets the weight of what he's asked sink in to the elder male. "I have no idea what you're talking about." The elder's voice sounds slow and thoughtful, but defensive and cautious at the same time. "She'll figure it out one day. She does seem to have my intellectual instincts, after all..."
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Emily stood there in shock for a moment and quietly made her way back to her bedroom. She would have to talk to her grandfather about this later. She couldn't let the visitor know what she had heard. What secret was her grandfather hiding from her? She sat on her bed and grabbed her stuffed bear and hugged it tightly. She heard her grandfathers door squeak open, then shut quickly. The sound of footsteps could be heard going down the hall and out the front door. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest, so she hopped up and ran to her grandfathers room. He was laying in his bed, staring out of the window, a single tear falling from his eyes. "Grandfather, what did that man mean?" she said, her voice full of innocence. He turned to look at her, his eyes widening slightly. "Emily, come here." he patted the side of the bed and Emily crawled up, sitting beside him. "There is something I haven't told you. Something I haven't been honest with you about." he said, his breathes becoming slightly shallow. Emily looked at her Grandfather, gripping his hand tightly. "We are a family that has power. A family that has royal blood flowing through our veins, but not normal royal blood. We are known as Shadow Shifters." he said, looking at Emily, his eyes sparkling. Emily looked at him. She was speechless. Why was he just now telling her this? "W-why tell me now?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.
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"Because I ain't want you f---in' s--- up, nigga, damn," her grandfather responded, ruffling the young girl's hair. Emily peered at him in complete wonder, her eyebrows knitting tightly together.
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"So what are Shadow Shifters? Who was that visitor?" Emily asked, still nervous and completely bewildered. She sat up straighter on her grandfather's bed, knowing he was about to tell her the most fantastic story.
"Well, Emily," he started, "The Shadow Shifters are a secret organization..."
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