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Dare
"Here we are," the old man croaked, raising a quaking arm and pointing towards the very top of the tree.
The tree was unlike any other living thing I had ever seen. It's golden-red leaves lit up like fireflies and rustled silently against the strong tornado like winds. The trunk itself was a deep wine-red and it travelled up at least two miles into the sky. But, most extraordinary of all, the branches, trunk and leaves seemed to inhale and exhale, as if it were actually breathing.

Dare- Write a description of two pirates fighting over an orange.
Truth- Tell me one of your character's favourite food.

Just to get it out of the way, Truth:
He'll never admit it to anyone, as it is against his monkly vows to even think of such things, but Elias has always had a secret love for three month old stale marshmallow peeps. He hides them under his copious notes, which are so boring to everyone else that no one bothers to pick them up to read them. Elias lives in fear that one of his brothers will find his contraband candies and get him kicked out of the order.... or worse, take them away.

Dare - describe what it's like to jump on a trampoline
Truth - a character's irrational childhood fear, in as much detail as you can.

Jumping on a trampoline is a exillarating experience. First you jump at about where you would normally then your bounces get higher and higher until you feel like you can fly. The only sarrowful part of jumping on a trampoline is that even though your in the air and seemlessly floating with your siblings or with your friends the age old saying still applies.

"What goes up, must come down."

Dare- Two faeries find a shine object.
truth- the tragic life of Mikey mouse.

You didn't make up a truth/dare...
Oh well, I'll make some up...lets see;
dare: write about a poor girl who finds a coin
truth:Who does your character love the most?

Dare-
A child ran through the streets in baggy clothing that was reduced to rags, from constent use. Her feet where bare as she ran atop the hard cobblestone road in the middle of an old city. She clung to herself to keep warm, for the cool wind wipped itself at her. She winced and looked away from the blast of chilling air.

She knelt on the street and huddled in a heap, shivering. She closed her eyes and her jaw slacked. She croutched like that before forcing her eyes opened again. She couldn't sit there, or she'd freeze. A silver coin caught her eye as she stood and she dove for it. It lay, rejected, in the gutter and she carfully picked it up and clenched the cold metal in her tiny fist.

She would eat tonight.


dare: write about a mechanicle garden
truth:Who does your character love the most?

Truth

I'll answer that for a few of my characters, it's a good thing to think about. The who part is a little hard though, because there's not a lot of love going around in my story. xp

Desiree: Her father
Martin: Hmmm, here's a thinker. I have no idea.
Vincent: Desiree (in a creepy obsessive way.)
Balin: Himself (in an egotistical way)
Cyril: Lyra or Balin(in a friend way)
Spiridon: Himself (in a he's only out for himself way)

I have a few self absorbed characters now don't I? surprised

Dare: Write about a mechanical garden
Truth: What is your character's secret, guitly pleasure?

Dare - A spere born, smooth and flat. Completely empty of time, space or life. We stood at the edge and admired the perfection of the planet. The perfection of it's surroundings and the imperfections of it's future. The next step would be to sculpt our perfect sphere, and so we did. We hacked at it with nothing and saw mountains take shape and crevices form into where water would flow. We saw the cracks happen and the grass begin to grow. We sculpted out the fjords, and painted in the shores. We planted the foliage and created the water, dripping over the planet like a seal of approval. All this in the space of their years. We set about conducting birds into life, their pitch perfect. Out of a painting came the lives of so many animals, we knew they'd die out. And then we set about creating the dominant life form.

The blind rats wouldn't do, and the lions lacks posture. In the end a new breed became, and we placed the figures on the earth to destroy our little world. We came to them in dreams and told them what we wanted. We worked through them while they destroyed our labor. They were designed to be paranoid, to think they knew best, to be full of themselves and assume that we loved them. We despised them and soon retreated into shadow to plan on how to remodel our place.

Truth - What does the average day of one of your characters look like? Don't skimp the details.

Dare - Write a paragraph about the blooming bruises of an attempted murder victim without actually using the terms 'murder' 'bruise' or 'purple'.