I'll take One!

Hey Indigo, for prompt one, you reeeeally copied one of my Crowd Sorcery villain's sentences. You copied the style of the ending almost to a T.

Three:

The alley was bright. Brighter than I had ever seen it before. Light in all colors splashed, streaked, poured across it. And yet...why did no one notice? The alley was busy today; I saw a few of the regulars, and at least four new people huddled in shadows that weren't there anymore. Why did Mouse not notice the threads of turquoise and purple and ivory hanging right above his head? Had Willamot had one too many last night, to be oblivious to the pool of jade green she was sitting in? Was this another of Pox's jokes, pretending to be unaware of the flame orange and shimmery caramel curtains swaying gently on either side of him?

As I leaped from my roof into the alley, I wondered at the sheer variety of it. It would have to be magic, I suppose, by an awful lot of mages. But then something strange happened: the moment my feet touched down on a great mess of sunny yellow, sparks started flying from it and whirling around me. Each spark made only one or two revolutions, though, before it whizzed off over the rooftops. I took a tentative step, only to have a maroon and silver waterfall seem to drench me. I was not wet, as it was only light, but I was momentarily blinded as more sparks did the same thing as before. 

Suddenly the alley was filled with voices. A crowd of people, hands alight with magic, came racing straight at me! A bolt of iridescent cobalt hurtled straight at my head. I only just managed to duck it...then watched as it passed straight through Jon-the-Hillman's shoulder! He didn't even flinch! Then an absurd possibility hits me. What had Old Jaxie said in my infancy, when she was my kinda-sorta-mother? That sometimes not even mages can see magic, really see it the way I can...?

Number One is really good, Indigo. :)

I want to add two.

Four:

Since I was brought into this world, I was always falling. Tripping over things, being dropped, being knocked down, the sorts. Then last month, there was that thunderstorm. I was running inside, and then I tripped and started falling. I kept falling. In a black hole. At meal times, food would fly past me as I fell. I would grab it and eat. Now, a month later, I finally reached the bottom...

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I was thinking a title for that could be. like, (insert character name here) in Thunderland. But you could do whatever you want.

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Five:

I just had the most horrible nightmare! My dad was drafted to the army, my best friend was gone, and I was in pain. And it's been (insert character's age here) years and I still haven't woken up. This might break the world record because most dreams are only 40 minutes.

Okay . . . I just started at Chatterbox, but I'll add a thread.

I don't know how the character gets here or anything else, but you can build on it.

I hug the book to my chest for few more moments, then finally relax, opening my eyes to total darkness. 'Where am I?' I whisper to myself. I set the book down on the cold, smooth stone. It lands with a soft whumph. Rubbing my hands across the cover, I find the engraved title, tracing out the letters with my finger. The Book of Light. Though I cant't see in the oppressive darkness, I open the cover, curious about the object that ended my normal life. A bright, brilliant light streams from the pages, flooding my vision after being in the dark for so long.

Hope this is okay:/

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