The Artist, will you be my artist?

Help! I don't know what's going on!

Scylla-

It's not as if it's exactly like Cinderella, but it's based off of it. The plot is pretty different. I'm about halfway though writing it, now. 

Here's my story! It's 801 words..is that okay?

Dovey curled up next to Beth, obviously full of bliss. Beth yawned and cuddled Dovey’s soft wings, which made the stuffed bird smile. She discreetly glanced at the green, glowing clock on Beth’s night table. 8:23pm. Time for Beth to go to sleep, thought Dovey. She felt the young girl's breathing slowly deepen as Beth fell asleep.

Dovey glanced at the clock again. 9:01pm. She took a deep breath and began wiggling out of Beth’s grasp. Slowly but steadily, Dovey had nearly succeeded in popping free when Beth stirred. Dovey froze. Beth shifted positions and went back to sleep, leaving Dovey free to drop to the floor. She landed with a soft plomp on the thick shag rug.

Slowly, Dovey headed towards “The Toybox,” as Beth called it. She opened the lid a crack and whispered, “The coast is clear!”

Slowly, the lid lifted higher, and Bob, Beth’s stuffed bunny, popped his ears up to hold the lid. Many dolls and tons of animals streamed out of the opening, and “Dreamland” as Dovey knew it bustled to life. The little cars roamed the floor silently, animals hopped around, dolls scurried to malls and birds flew in the sky. Dovey felt a burning desire to join them before glancing at her mangled wing. It had been a mistake when Beth’s mom sewed her that she tried desperately to fix, but couldn't. Beth had assured her that she loved Dovey anyway, but Dovey knew she was long overdue for a trip to “the Fixers.” She looked at her wings again.

One was perfectly shaped and brilliant white. On the other one, her feathers stuck out at odd angles and it was an odd, off-white color. Instead of laying flat against her body, it stuck out crookedly backwards. Dovey felt another pang of regret and glanced at the clock again. 1:11am. Time for the Fixer’s nightly run. Wait-Dovey’s heart leapt in her chest as the door creaked open and all the toys froze. She began to panic. A shadow appeared, scanning all the toys. Oh no, thought Dovey, laying frozen on the floor. I should have been on the bed with Beth, not on the floor! Beth’s mom bent over and gently picked up Dovey, who squeezed her eyes shut and went stiff as she was carried into the living room.

All the while, panicked thoughts were running through Dovey’s head. She wasn’t supposed to go to the Fixer’s tonight! What if Beth awoke? What if she was found missing? What if her wing got messed up worse than before? What if-Dovey’s train of thought was cut off as she looked down and noticed her wing was separated from her body.She barely contained a shriek of alarm and stiffened as she watched Mrs. Mom work on her wing. Her gentle fingers worked magic as her feathers straightened out and her color whitened slightly. Dovey glanced at the clock after a while. 3:51am. When she looked back down, she realized her wing had been reunited with body. Staring at it in awe, Dovey noticed it looked almost exactly like her other wing. Mrs. Mom began to pick her Fixer’s kit before picking up Dovey and walking back to Beth’s room.

Mrs. Mom set Dovey down on the bed next to Beth and left the room quietly. When the door closed, Dovey hopped off the bed as Dreamland came to life again. Immediately, everyone gathered around Dovey, giving her compliments galore on her new wing. She thanked all of them quietly, and eventually the crowd dissipated. Dovey’s best friend, Bob, stepped up by her.  They sat together, not saying anything. Sometimes the best of friends don’t have to. After a period of silence, Bob spoke.

“Do you like it?”

Dovey was quiet for a while. After a few minutes, she replied, “I don’t know.” Bob nodded and silence lapsed once again. Dovey glanced at the clock after a few hours. 5:47am.

She stood up slowly and gave the warning. “Playtime.”

Bob whispered to her, “I’ll handle. You go back with Beth.” Dovey nodded, and the two friends hugged while toys streamed into the Toybox. Finally, Bob left to help the final toys into the Toybox while Dovey began to climb the sheets of the bed again. She pushed gently into Beth and felt comforted by the girl’s warmth.

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Beth opened her eyes, looking right into Dovey’s. Dovey froze, worried. But Beth simply grinned widely and hugged Dovey tightly.

“You’re fixed,” She whispered. “Now you can fly with your friends.” Dovey smiled and looked at Beth’s hair lovingly. Now she knew. Beth would always love her, no matter what was Fixed. As Beth carried Dovey out of the room, Dovey caught a glimpse of the clock. 7:51am.

Time to start the day

I'm still here, sorry! I was super busy this week, so... have you gotten anything written? What can I start doing?

So, The Artist, are you working with anyone? If you aren't, I'd love to be your writer.

I'm currently working on a story about a girl that sees the spirits of the New Year, and I was thinking that maybe I could use that. I'm not sure, but I think it'll have some pretty cool imagery to draw. The spirits are basically people, just...magical. I don't know, it's hard to explain. :) Tell me what you think!

Ok, Bluebird, this is what I wrote. I hope you like it (and the judge, too!). Let me know if you think I should write a different one. :)

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"Is this the one?" A voice whispered. "The one we've been waiting for?"

"We can't be sure yet. It has to open first." Came a deep voice. 

Summer lay with her eyes closed, peacefully listening to the murmurs around her. She had no idea what they were talking about, but that was all right. For now, she was warm and content. 

"When will it open?" Came the first voice, fretfully. 

"Patience. It will open at the right time." 

At the right time? Idly wondered Summer. I wonder what that means. 

A few minutes passed, but Summer did not count the time. Every moment was just breathing it's beautiful wonder into her, and she absorbed it all. 

Then Summer heard something that made her wide awake. 

It was a song. It was a more beautiful sound than she had ever heard. Blissful notes ran into her ears, dancing into her being. 

"Look." A faint voice whispered, but the deep one shushed it. Summer started swaying to the lovely sound. 

It grew louder, and with it, Summer grew more lively. She stretched her body and pushed against the darkness she was in. Not for one minute did she fear that she was trapped; instinctively she knew she was doing the right thing. She pushed harder, and a golden beam brighter than anything she had ever seen entered her peaceful resting place. 

Although not stopping for a moment, Summer fell deeply in love with the bright thing. Soon, as she pushed with new energy at her dark surroundings, more and more of the gold came pouring in. Summer had to stay in the dark to free herself. Finally, with one last push, the darkness fell and Summer blinked in the gold that covered her. 

Before her stood two odd creatures. One had- flowers in her beautiful hair, and the other had a wooden carving, called a crown, in his hair. 

Summer recognized these things as if she had known them all her life. 

The fairy queen reached out her arms to Summer. The king stopped her from touching her, however. 

"Welcome, Princess Summer." Summer curtsied, knowing it was the right thing to do. 

"Your majesty." She said respectfully, but craning her head for the angelic music she had heard. "Where is the beautiful sound I heard?" She asked. 

The two exchanged glances. "It is true." Breathed the queen. Summer was faintly puzzled, but didn't trouble herself. 

The king, however, went on to explain: "Summer, you have been chosen for a special purpose. Look around you." As son as he said it, Summer knew it was true. She had bloomed out of a daisy, brought into the light by the Music. She had been chosen. 

"I know what I must do." She bowed respectfully to the king and queen. Then she stood in the sun, breathing it in like air and singing to the Sun Dance. 

Then she and the sun became one, and she brought light into the world every day. 

What do you want the story to be about?