Also! I said no stories that are continuous (i.e. a series of sequels) BUT I will allow very subtle plotlines between stories. You'll have to be sneaky!

And, of course, standalone stories are very welcome. :) 

Btw, I will edit the stories for grammar and spelling. Nothing more than that of course. I will notify you of the changes I made, and you can decide to rescind your story from my collection if you'd like.

I'm taking the anonymous treasure hunt prompt! :)

Got another page done!

Of
course I’m going, although I’ll need a new costume. Last year’s was
accidentally destroyed in the dryer a week after that Halloween.

After
I return, my preparations begin. I reread the card, making sure I didn’t miss
anything. Invited, plaza, October 31, costume, blah, blah, blah. Oh, wait.
There’re some new words now. “All you need is a sense of adventure, a bag, and
a black ballpoint pen!” Helpful. I guess I don’t really need any actual
preparations, except brushing up on the hearsay surrounding the hunt. My best
friend, Nikola—of course, that’s not her legal name—likes keeping track of all
the rumors. I text her to ask when is a good time to meet. Waiting for a
response, I don’t receive one before the sun starts to rise. Surprisingly
quickly, I fall asleep and dream of muddled riddles and confused mazes, all the
while wearing ever changing outfits.

The
next evening, a Wednesday, I wake up to my phone dinging. Nikola texted back, “radioactive
t shop 3.” It’s about seven p.m. right now, so I have eight hours to kill.
Still unsure of what costume to wear, I flick on the TV to watch the news.

“Good
evening, Karanoia
Heights! This is Feldspar,
your news anchor!” he says. “Tonight, the flock of crows that roosts where
important events happen,” he continues, wiggling his fingers at the word
‘important.’ “have landed here, in Karanoia
Heights! Isn’t that
amazing!” Feldspar lowers his voice to a stage whisper. “Something important is
going to happen soon.”

I
shake my head. Those crows are probably nothing but trouble. The news
continues, but it’s just updates on normal stuff. Abruptly, peppy music blares
from the stereo. I hate commercials so much. Turning the volume down, I wait
for the channel to turn to the weather. The woman says we can expect rain on
and off for the next week, interspersed with sunny yet chilly days. Not too bad
for the end of October.

I
switch off the TV and peer out my window, opening the curtains to do so. The
moon has fully risen by now, and I’m itching to discuss the Eternal Enigma
invitation with Nikola, but I still have six hours to go. I’m so bored.

Five
and three-quarter hours later, I can finally leave my boring apartment to chat
with my friend. From the end table near the door, I snatch up my messenger bag,
pre-packed with Oreos, my phone, keys, and the Eternal Enigma invitation.

Unfortunately,
the Ever bus doesn’t show up today. Apparently,
it doesn’t think I’m supposed to get
on tonight. I huff in annoyance, but I begin walking. The abnormally crowded
sidewalks slow me down, so much so that thirty minutes later, when I still
haven’t gotten to the tea shop, my phone buzzes. I pull it out to see Nikola’s
text. “u coming?” “got slowed down, almost there tho” I respond.

I
weave among the other pedestrians a little faster. With relief, I arrive at the
Radioactive Tea Shop only fifteen minutes late. “Eyyyyyy, Grey’s here!” Nikola
calls. She’s standing outside the shop door. I laugh, coming up to stand next
to her.

“Yup.
Here at last!” I smile. “Just in time for you to do me a favor.” 

Is there a school in this world?

I hope this is not to long. The format is supposed to be like diary entrys.

Whispers of the Larkspur.

By: Reuby Moonnight,
A dark artist.

-Flowers
that
whisper secrets

Monday. 7/3/2045.
5:30 PM.

I am officially
going insane. Because, flowers are speaking to me. Whispering in my
ear, nonsense and unreal words. Confusing me, and calling my name
“Violet, Violet, we know things, things you want hear”. And
It’s driving me CRAZY. I can’t focus, the voices are constantly
there. The worst part is they get louder in the night
time, the part of the day I’m trying to do
stuff. I’ll have to do
something about it. But what? I really need to look up how to destroy
flowers, or at least silence them.

Monday.
7/3/2045. 10:00 PM

I
looked up how to silence flowers, after some digging, I found
something . The only flower mutter I the world, is Basha Larkspur.
Apparently, she was the first one to hear the flowers, and wanted to
do something about it. So she did. The website doesn't specify any
details about what she does, or how. But, It does say she can help
anyone how can’t deal with it, (Like me).

Tuesday.
7/4/2045. 7:00 AM

AAARGH.
The website doesn’t have an address. Why?! Don’t you want to help
people? I need to ask real people, just goes to show how little time
the creator put into the site. Or maybe she’s not real.
Nooooo...that couldn’t be it...could it?

Tuesday.
7/4/2045. 1:14 PM.

Talking
to strangers is harder than I thought it would be, much harder.
People gave me way
many weird looks. The voices
are never ending, but..for some reason, I want to listen to the words
more. Now that those voices have appeared, I know that the owner of
Deja Vu Arcade, Is engaged. Hill top Road is going to have a
playground! But, not all the secrets are very cool or make me happy.
Like, most of my friends, are just friends with me, because I have a
sort of big house. Or, my favorite
teacher is getting fired. I
hope to find Basha Larkspur very soon, then
I can go back to living normally.

Tuesday.
7/4/2045. 8:09 PM.

The
only information I have gathered, is that people think I’m crazy.
Could’ve figured it out for my self, thanks very much. I have a gut
feeling that other people hear the whispers as well. I’ll ask some
of my friends-or well, My sort of acquaintances.

Wednesday.
7/5/2045. 2:00 PM.

I
packed up stuff for my journey. Basic items, like food, clothes, a
map and flower. More specifically, the speaking ones. I told my
family I’ll be at my friends house for a sleep over, they don’t
know my “friend” will be participating in a treasure hunt.
Hopefully, my parents don’t pry.

Thursday.
7/6/2045. 1:30 PM.

I
am LITERALLY in the middle of no where! I tried to find Basha with
the map. Thinking about where a old lady would live, I looked behind
water falls, searched mountains and ran through fields. It was fun,
for a while. Until it started to snow. It seems the world is say
“Turn back. You have been tricked.”

Maybe
I should turn back, It’s only me and the flower. WAIT! The flower!
I can’t hear it! I guess..maybe because it’s
picked, or the suns out.
There wasn't a Basha Larkspur after all. That damn web site. I’ll
head back to Karanoia Heights in the morning.

Friday.
7/7/2045. 7:07 AM.

I
made it home and just in time for sunset. After a glorious
victory, yet in the snowy midst.
Seeing the sky fade from a bright, eye burning blue into a soft,
sleepy lavender, which was then chased by the midnight blue sky. The
stars sparkling like shattered glass in the sky, really made my day.
Not only did I figure out the problem, I also came up with a solution
to boot. All I need to do, is pick all the flowers, and leave the out
in the
sun. Then, preferably plant a non talking plant, Like lavender or
Sage. Anyways, I have learned my lesson. Don’t trust everything you
read!