Do you have any idea what i should write about? i can always just write a story about magic winged people,, im good at those ;D

Hi, I'm excited to read your story! Do you have any ideas for what you're going to write about? I can probably manage most things, so you can do whatever you want with this.

I’m excited to be working with you! Do you have any ideas for what you’ll be writing about?

I think I have my story! Can I post it now?

Here is my story. I hope it's okay if I submit it now. I used some characters I created to write this story. It is 475 words long. enjoy! 

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June walked through the Day of the Dead festival, looking around. Everywhere, there were stalls set up, selling things like candles, candy, flowers-- was that a tamales stand? No, she remined herself. She was here to find her brother, August, before it got dark. Even though he was two minutes and thirty-six seconds older than her, June still worried about him. She knew that in his mind, August was probably building the spaceship that would successfully put a human on Mars. 

She looked up from her old, worn out purple converse. She had arrived at Gloome's Graveyard. Most of the year, it was dark, damp, and, well, gloomy. But on November first, it was full of life-- or as full of life as a graveyard could be. June didn't celebrate the Day of the Dead, but every year she went to the graveyard to look at the alters. It always smelled like freshly baked rolls and marigolds, and the feeling of happiness and sorrow managed to get along, at least for a few hours. 

She walked in the black gates, which were wide open tonight, and tugged nervously at the bottom of her favorite blue sweater, looking for August. Then she saw him. He was standing with his back turned to her, but it was definetly him. She knew from his black hoodie, with the hood up. It took her a moment to realize why he was here. 

 April. He was standing in front of April's grave. 

August and June had had a ten year old little sister named April. She had brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and could make anyone laugh.

And then she got sick... 

June rushed to her brother's side. "August! Wow." August had decorated April's grave with four little candles, a picture of the three of them at the beach, sunflowers, and a Snickers bar. April's favorite. 

"I thought you didn't believe in ghost stories," June said. 

"I don't," said August, in his quiet voice, "But I was getting desperate." He looked down at the grave. "I know it's not much, but..." 

"It's enough," June finished confidently. "And I think April would've liked it."

August looked up at her and smiled sadly, sheepishly, his green-blue eyes shining in the light from the candles. "They say that on the Day of the Dead, all our dead loved ones return. I guess I was hoping to see her again, just one last time, and say goodbye. Tell her I was sorry." 

"She'll always be with us," June whispered. She took one long glance at the navy blue sky, covered in stars. "It's getting late, Aug. Let's go home."

Slowly and sadly, they turned to walk away. Then, June heard something. 

"June? August?" 

June spun around, almost hitting August in the face with her long blonde hair. She would know that voice anywhere. 

"April?" 

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