Chatterbox: Chirp at Cricket

A girl stood with a peacock feather, staring at the blank scroll. She was at the border of a shining marble city, full of wonders. In it were people of every appearance and character, making the city all their imaginations wished it. There were castles and cottages and cathedrals, a massive park full of twisted woods and enchanted lakes.

How would Stella make her mark here? Would she create a mountain range or a high tech laboratory that made you feel smart just to be inside? A library? No, there were thousands of those already! Smiling, Stella lifted the feather and began to write.

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While I may have been waxing eloquent here (nothing to do with candles, or cars for that matter) I should probably give you a few plain facts as well:

-- Stella hasn't posted here before, but has looked around and knows what she's doing (she hopes)

-- She lives off of books, and cares about grammar, except when you catch her speaking about herself in the third person

-- Stella isn't my name, it's the name of my dog, who happens to be a lab, I didn't even realize the irony of my name/location until I just pointed it out, so thanks self.

-- I don't plan to post very often (we'll see about that) because of actual life and inconsequential things like that. Right now I'm off to build a telescope, so tata to my devoted minions, ahem, nice people of the Chatterbox (aka "The Cricket Thing", as I say to my brother)