Here you are! You can do one for me if you want to, yes, but please don't feel pressured to. 

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A book was tucked under her arm. It was a simple thing, of leather, probably an old journal of some sort, and nobody else seemed to care or notice it. 

They cared for the park around her, for the trees and the path. She had seen a great many trees, and didn't particularly care for this kind. However, she did care for the park bench--it had been a long walk, and resting, if only for a while, was the first thing on her mind. 

So, as she took a seat, she brought the book out and thumbed through its pages.

For a moment, she was there. The book had every detail of that place--it had stories, and sketches that captured every wooden carving. One of the pages had a smudge of what only could have been face paint on it, and another had a faint sketch of a man riding a beast.

She snapped the book shut and stood up again. Things had been different there, in that land, a land of rogues and wars, of beasts and the wild. 

I'd like one! this is a cool idea! 

Here you are!

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Paw after paw... Step after step...

The kitten moved across the ledge, balancing to the best of its ability. Eyes watched it from below, from the shadows of whatever was far, far down there. Another eye joined the crowd.

What was down there, exactly? Don't know... Don't fall...

Someone had hung a clothesline between the two buildings. Tempting, almost, to see how one would fare as a tightrope walker. Increase speed. Get home. Counting every step was both calming and terrifying. Every step you might fall, but every step you take is another ray of hope.

And then--no--slipped. The kitten flung itself the opposite direction of the ledge, terrified of the fall, and stumbled back onto the ledge....directly through an open window, to safety. 

Here you are, Marigold! This one was really fun to write.

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The garden had always been filled with seas of marigold flowers. None of the kingdom's average people or even the guards knew exactly why, but the King and Queen guarded that garden with as much care as if it were one of their kingdom's treasures.

The garden was located in a circular courtyard, and filled with so many of the flowers that you could barely walk around them--the small paths through the garden were crowded with marigold plants. 

Not a soul among the kingdom's common people knew until one night.

That was the night of the eclipse, where dark creatures were said to roam the kingdom and all of its people took precautions against it. Those who had no castle walls to protect them hid, locking the doors of their houses with silver bolts. 

And when the darkness covered the kingdom and silence filled the castle walls and courtyards, a single, lone girl ran through the castle. Her family, thinking her lost to the monsters that prowled the world at this time, had bolted their door, and she, having no place to go or hide, had ran for the Castle walls.

Once she was inside, she found the castle empty. None of the torches were lit, but there was still a ray of light coming from somewhere in the castle. She ran toward it and found the marigold garden, surrounded by its protective stone brick walls. Entering it, she saw something no other commoner was ever said to see.

A ray of light was shining from the center-most marigold flower, showing the sillhouettes of faeries moving among the flowers. She later said that they seemed to be dancing, but at that moment she didn't even focus on them, only the light coming from the flowers.

Light shot out from each of the flowers touching the center one, and slowly spread, sending glowing sparks through the air. It was like that until the entire garden was glowing brighter than a hundred torches...

And then the light faded, and the girl looked up. Moonlight shone on their kingdom once more. Light had returned to their kingdom again. 

Here you are! I was really tempted to tie this one into Marigold's picturing, but I didn't, though it shares extremely similar themes. Maybe they exist in similar worlds.

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The girl's name was something that seemed to be royal, something a queen of old's name would be--the name of a queen you would read about in a history book.

In fact, when they first arrived, they thought she was royalty, or maybe, worse, some descendant or second cousin of a minor Lady. Those were worst, because they always carried a constant haughty pride with them.

After a while, she proved them wrong in thinking she was some haughty Lady's descendant, or aloof member of upper class--just a girl with a lovely name deserving of royalty. But nobody truly knew if she was royalty or not, and it was going to stay that way for a long time. 

What they didn't know of was her struggles. Each night, when darkness fell and minor monsters crept all over the town, she was the one to drive them away, to defeat them and to expel their darkness.

And so it continued. The best heroes are often the ones that don't take credit.

Apologies for the late picturing. I wanted to go for something that was less story-oriented and more about setting a scene with this one, as Coroline is from a movie. So here you are--

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At the heart of every world is (believe it or not) that world's heart. Its core. Its center, its power. Another word for it is its 'life'. The life of a world comes from its core.

And, without knowing it, the core affects the lives of those who live around it. So, without knowing, the lives of a world filled with humans changed. They became unpredictable, their moods light and fragile.

All because of the bejeweled core at the center of their world, beating slowly like the heart it was. Someone, or something, had hurt it--a single line, straight and slim, but deep cutting, had been carved into the planet's core. 

Someone had scarred their planet. Someone had scarred them. 

But humanity is beautiful. Humans, odd as they can be, can survive. They can pull through together. They are beautiful, though broken. And strangely enough, something tells me they can and will survive.