That sounds like a good idea! I currently actually have writers block, although it's not actually that I can't think of what to write. I'm working on my book and in it the characters have just been taken by the rebellion and I'm trying to figure out how to write what happens but can't.

I guess I'll start off with the first prompts...

- Dance 

- Door

- Forest

These were just the first words that came to mind

The girl is lying on her bed, head in her hands. I wonder why. I peek again. Mother tells me I shouldn't do this, but it's hard to resist sometimes. She tells me we're secret. I don't know why. She tells me that we must not give our gift unless told by the Choreographer. I do not know the reason for that, either. So many things that I don't know the answer to. I sigh. I lie down, a kind of floating, mimicking the position of the girl below me. She rolls over. Her eyes roam listlisly along the wall across from her. She does not look up. She does not see me. If she did look up, she still wouldn't. I am not really here, after all. I am in the forest. I am surrounded by more of me. Not me, exactly. But are they not me, given a different body, a different soul? We look the same. Do the same. We follow the Choreographer. We do not ask questions. We can't. If we do, they will send the Broken. and if the Broken are sent, our lives are over. I sigh again. I should not be here. I stretch, wind whistling through my branches. I shouldn't be here. I feel myself floating back.

The moon rises over the forest, the stars looking down on me, cajoling me to join them in the sky.

The wind is my friend, the only thing keeping me from falling asleep. When I am asleep, the Choreographer can make me do anything- anything. When we are asleep, that is when we do our work. But I must not. Deep in my leaves, I feel it. I know nothing, and yet I know this. The wind brushes around me, playful. I give up my battle aginst myself. No one will know if I go back to the girl. Right?

The girl is asleep. So I slip out of myself and sit on the end of her bed. It's soft, cushy. She looks uncomfortable. Sad, somehow, even in sleep. Troubled. If she woke up now, she would see me. I am not in the forest, now. I am here. Really here. A thrill runs through me. I shiver. I set my hand on her back. Teh warmth of her body spreads through me. I close my eyes.

Her eyes snap open. I feel her start. Mine snap open, too. She is staring at me, mouth open wide. Scared. Mine opens, too. I have been seen. The Choreographer will know. The Broken will be sent. My life is over already. So why should I not do what I feel is right? At least I will die knowing I did that. 

"Hello." I murmur. "I am Eitz. Why are you sad, little girl? Tell me, perhaps I can make it better." The girl growls. I slide off her bed, bare feet now on her cold, hardwood floor. 

"I am sorry. I did not mean to disturb you. I will go now." I scrabble my hand around her bed, trying to find my circlet. I did not realize I had brought it. I shouldn't have. The girl finds it first. She grabs it. 

"NO!" I scream. She tackles me, putting her hand over my mouth. 

"Be quiet." she whispers in my ear, the hand on my mouth choking me. "Otherwise my parents will come. I'll hear you out, but my parents...they'll see someone who broke into their daughter's room, and that will be the end of that. Not what is this? A crown?" She picks it up.

"It's nothing." I mutter, pushing her hand away from my face. She wipes the spit I got on her hand on her skirt. "Just...give it back to me. I'll go. I'll leave you alone." I need to leave. I must not bring the Broken here. Maybe I was wrong about this girl. maybe she does not deserve to be given an Inspiration Circlet. Myabe the Choregrapher is right.

"No. You can't just leave. Not now. If you do, I'll spend the rest of my life wondering who you were. Do you want me going crazy because of you?" Definitly wrong about her. "Not happening." For the first time I notice the tears that seem to be hiding behind her voice. She pushes them down. And then she does something I cannot beleive. Cannot fathom. 

She puts on the circlet. I scream. She doesn't stop me, now. She's breathing quickly. rying to take deep breaths. At the same time, her eyes are alight. She is surrounded by a pale yellow circle, growing, pulsing. 

"I know..." she whispers. "How...finally, I KNOW!" She screams the last word. She rushes to the side of the room, snatches a piece of paper and pen from the desk. She begins scribbling quickly. I collapse, groning. 

"No. No. No...."  I mumble. She turns to me, as if just remembering I was there. 

"How? How does this..." she points to the circlet on her head. I shake my head. I don't have time to explain this. I shouldn't have come. I should've stayed in my room, not worried about the petty problems of humans. But here I am. Here I-

CRACK. Oh no. No no no no no. Not here. Not-

"Eitz of the Trees." The voice of the Broken reverbrates through the room. "We are here to take you, as well as the girl that you have revealed yourself to." I can't move. I'm forzen where I am. I can't do this. This can't be happening.

"Umm...who are you people? What's happening?" She's scared. I can tell. This is something I know. And somehow, I know what to do now, too. I grab her. And then I close my eyes. And we are wafting up. In to the forest. Her eyes are wide. Is she going into shock? Above the trees. Now she's clinging to me like I'm th only thing keeping her alive. Which I am. And into the stars. The stars are around me. Around us. Welcoming us home. The wind sweeps around us, laughing. I signal to her to let go of me. She looks scared. But she does. And she floats. Not floats. Flys. Here, we both fly. And here, I realize. Here, I know. 

I'm not really sure what that was, but it's just what came to my mind. It doesn't really make any sense, but whatever. It...got kind of long.