Helpful Hints, Tips, and Tricks

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Today's trick is to do something that makes your creative juices flow. Some of these things could be exercising, dancing, hanging out with your friends, etc. Doing these things may stimulate ideas. It will boost endorphins that will make you happy, hopefully creating new ideas in the process. In the past couple of weeks, we have done a couple of journals to help us. We will attach the prompts and our journals here. If you all would like to them too, tag us in it! If you want to know how long we wrote for, it was 15 minutes per journal. 

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Alexandrea's Version:

"You here to finish me off, sweetheart?" the man growled at my feet. There was a shadow over me as I stared down at him. The familiar creases in his face were contorted in a frown, and I nearly felt sorry for him. "I know you're in here."

I knelt down to the muddy ground and said, "You do not want me to finish you off. I promise."

The man took a ragged breath. "Piper?"

The moonlight shifted and a shaft of it landed on me. Smiling, I said, "What gave me away?

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why not?"

"God, you're a monster," George spit out, a disgusted look on his face. "I don't know what I saw in you."

"I'm very good at hiding this side of me, Georgie," I said, letting out a little giggle. "I've hid it for years now. It was only a matter of time that you got to know this side of me." George turned his face away from me, shifting underneath his binds that tied him to the tree. "I only wish she could've stayed away before I actually got to know you."

He clenched his jaw, so I reached out and traced it. George shivered underneath my touch and I grinned. He can't get rid of his feelings for me so easily. Before I could react, George turned his head and bit my finger, nearly drawing blood. Pain exploded in it and I drew it back, cradling it against my chest.

Brittney's Version:

"You here to finish me off, sweetheart?"

I scoffed, the knife in my belt loop suddenly growing warm. I tugged my shirt down lower. "Who do you think I am?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

He definitely looked on edge with me standing at the end of his bed. But he didn't have the strength to move. I stalked closer to him, trailing my hand up his leg. His eyes flashed with fear.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed. "You couldn't kill me last time. Poppy made sure of it."

"Well, sweetheart," I said, mimicking him. "That wasn't Poppy."

"Why should I believe you?"

I grinned. "You shouldn't. But on this, you should believe me because your life is in danger."

He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "I don't believe you."

"Wyatt," I said softly. "The girl who saved you from me last time? That was Gretchen, Poppy's twin. Poppy is dead." He didn't answer me, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "If you don't believe, will you believe this?"

His eyes widened. "Is that Poppy?"

"Yes." Of course it wasn't, but she knew he wouldn't believe me. "She's dead, Wyatt. There was nothing I could do to save her, but she did give me one task."

"What was it?"

"To save you from Gretchen." 

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