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Sprinkle moved in about a month ago. She claimed that it was an impulsive decision and while she never really talked about the home that she’d left behind, I could tell that she was anxious about starting a whole new life. It took a few days for her to begin unpacking (turns out she’s a procrastinator) but seemed at ease once she was no longer encased by emptiness.
She wandered around the island for a week, trying to mesmerize every inch of it. She inspected the signs and chased damselflies around. Sat beneath coconut trees and fished. She was constantly taking pictures, her eyes filled with awe at every new discovery. For a while, I didn’t think it possible for her to like anything more than her dream of becoming famous.
But then she met Whitney.
——
It didn’t take long for Sprinkle to introduce herself and once she had, she took one for the team and decided that she and Whitney were to be best friends. I thought that Whitney would be annoyed but with how much Sprinkle talked, I don’t think she had much time to think, anyway.
Sprinkle apparently has a pet pill bug that she named after herself. She wants to be a figure skater one day. She’s a pisces and turns out, pisces and virgo have great compatibility. Within a week, Whitney could probably write an autobiography about Sprinkle if she wanted to. At first, I thought she was just still nervous about having moved here and was just trying to make a friend but then I saw the look in her eye and suddenly, I understood.
——
The holidays were over and the process of taking down the decorations had begun. While Isabelle did most of the work, by the time she was done, there was broken glass everywhere since she kept dropping the ornaments. At one point, Marina tried to help her out but of course, her tentacles were slippery, the upbeat 11am music replaced by the sound of things breaking.
This didn’t bother Whitney, though. I watched as she did her daily yoga at the plaza, her eyes shut in concentration and her breathing relaxed.
“Whitney!”
Her eyes shot open, a frown on her face from being interrupted. We both turn just in time to see Sprinkle waddling towards us, something green clutched to her chest.
“Oh god.”
Sprinkle stops to stand right in front of her, a wide smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. Clutched in her flippers is a piece of mistletoe.
Whitney raises her eyebrows, “What exactly do you think you’re doing with that?”
Her smile turned mischievous and she stood on her tippy toes so that they were almost the same height, the mistletoe hanging above their heads.
“You know what the rule is.”
With a blank face, Whitney looks up at the mistletoe, analyzing it and for a moment, she looks like she might actually consider the possibility of giving in.
But even when Whitney suddenly grabs it and clunks her on the head with it, Sprinkle never stops smiling.
——
The first few weeks of January brought about a few snowstorms, the temperature cold and the ground icy. One day was particularly cold and even though she was bundled up, Whitney was still visibly shivering.
When Sprinkle notices, she immediately goes home, returning after a bit with a cup. She approaches Whitney and before she can say anything, the cup is being extended towards her.
They stare at each other silently for a moment before Sprinkle explains, “It’s hot chocolate.”
A flicker of surprise washes over her face before she carefully takes the cup into her grasp and while she’d never admit this out loud, she was pleased to see marshmallows swirling around in the chocolatey drink. She goes to take a sip when Sprinkle interrupts, “By the way, I may or may not have forgotten about it after drinking some of it so it might be more like warm chocolate now … I didn’t touch the marshmallows, though!”
Whitney stares at her for a moment before a smile appears on her face. She gestures for Sprinkle to move back a bit, scooping one of the marshmallows out of the cup. Sprinkle obliges with a puzzled look on her face but by the time she understood what was happening, the marshmallow had already bounced off her beak and landed on the ground.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but when Whitney begins to giggle, she can’t help the overwhelming fondness that she feels for the beauty in front of her, understanding that she’d do anything to hear that laugh for the rest of her life.
——
Three days later, Sprinkle was feeling under the weather. Even though she was positive it was just a mild cold, Whitney still worried, taking it upon herself to nurse Sprinkle back to health. She brought over medicine and made soup. Sprinkle protested but she couldn’t deny the warmth that she felt from being cared for.
Once the soup was devoured and the dishes were done, the teasing began. “You’re a penguin. How on earth did you catch a cold?”
Sprinkle’s laugh triggers a cough and so she settles for shrugging her shoulder instead, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just special.”
She turned away so that she couldn’t see her smile, “You definitely are.” she thought.
——
Once she felt better, Sprinkle discovered that she really enjoyed running around on the beach, her extended flippers making it feel like she could fly. Whitney almost always watched, as if the sight was just about the most important thing she’d ever see but one day, she approaches Sprinkle, her paws behind her back and her steps uncertain. Upon noticing, Sprinkle immediately stills.
“What’s behind your back?” She questioned.
Whitney looked just about ready to faint or flee and quickly presented her with a bouquet of hand picked flowers. The arrangement was beautiful; white and blue flowers in a tiny vase, a snowflake on the front. At the sight, Sprinkle’s eyes began to water, which didn’t go unnoticed by Whitney.
“Don’t get all emotional. It’s not a big deal.”
She smiles, her chin wobbling, “It is, though,” she gently takes the bouquet, hugging it to her chest. Whitney has never been one for sappy stuff; romance never interested her and Hallmark movies made her gag but she’d be lying if she said that the sight in front of her didn’t make her heart flutter.
——
The next snowstorm had Sprinkle dragging Whitney out of her house to build a snowman; she did her best to remind Sprinkle of what had happened the last time she frolicked around in cold weather but when her attempts appeared fruitless, she decided to just go with it.
Sprinkle was shooting off instructions as if it were a professional sport; she would be responsible for the head while Whitney would take care of the body. Sounds easy, right?
It wasn’t.
The first attempt, Sprinkle accidentally rolled the snowball into a bush, destroying it. She was distracted throughout the second attempt and by the time she was ready to focus, a dung beetle had already pushed the snowball into the nearby river. Whitney also learnt very quickly that Sprinkle wasn’t good at dimensions when she made the snowball the same size as the body.
The snowman was not pleased. At all.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he deadpans.
Whitney refuses to look, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Sprinkle was laughing. Laughing. The snowman was definitely not amused and Whitney felt as if she had landed herself a role in a low budget Frosty The Snowman movie.
“If I could turn my head, I’d be glaring at you so hard right now.”
Ignoring his complaints, Whitney and Sprinkle locked eyes and just like that, all of the embarrassment faded away.
“I’m glad we met,” Whitney confesses.
Sprinkle’s eyes light up with surprise but most of all, love, “I’m glad we met, too.”
“I’m not,” the snowman chimed in.
Laughter fills the air once more and despite the cold, Whitney feels an intense warmth spread through her. For the longest time, she was appalled by the thought of vulnerability, unable to figure out the appeal in love but when she looks over at Sprinkle again, she finally understands.
i finished this way sooner than i thought i would but honestly,, i’m pretty proud of it. writing is one of my biggest passions and i love doing it tremendously but with all of the personal stuff that i’ve been dealing with for the last several months + writer’s block, i haven’t really written anything in ages. even if i don’t win anything, i’m happy with how this turned out and it felt really nice to write something again. :’^)
Sprinkle moved in about a month ago. She claimed that it was an impulsive decision and while she never really talked about the home that she’d left behind, I could tell that she was anxious about starting a whole new life. It took a few days for her to begin unpacking (turns out she’s a procrastinator) but seemed at ease once she was no longer encased by emptiness.
She wandered around the island for a week, trying to mesmerize every inch of it. She inspected the signs and chased damselflies around. Sat beneath coconut trees and fished. She was constantly taking pictures, her eyes filled with awe at every new discovery. For a while, I didn’t think it possible for her to like anything more than her dream of becoming famous.
But then she met Whitney.
——
It didn’t take long for Sprinkle to introduce herself and once she had, she took one for the team and decided that she and Whitney were to be best friends. For a split second, I thought that Whitney would be annoyed but with how much Sprinkle talked, I don’t think she had much time to think, anyway.
Sprinkle apparently has a pet pill bug that she named after herself. She wants to be a figure skater one day. She’s a pisces and turns out, pisces and virgo have great compatibility. Within a week, Whitney could probably write an autobiography about Sprinkle if she wanted to. At first, I thought she was just still nervous about having moved here and was just trying to make a friend but then I saw the look in her eye and suddenly, I understood.
——
The holidays were over and the process of taking down the decorations had begun. While Isabelle did most of the work, by the time she was done, there was broken glass everywhere since she kept dropping the ornaments. That was the day I found out she saw a post on Tumblr that recommended replacing swear words with ice cream flavours; she said “strawberry” so many times that it didn’t feel like a real word anymore.
This didn’t bother Whitney, though. I watched as she did her daily yoga at the plaza, her eyes shut in concentration.
“Whitney!”
Her eyes shot open, a frown on her face from being interrupted. We both turn just in time to see Sprinkle waddling towards us, something green clutched to her chest.
“Oh god.”
Sprinkle stops to stand right in front of her, a wide smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. With her came a piece of mistletoe.
Whitney raises her eyebrows, “What exactly do you think you’re doing with that?”
Her smile turned mischievous and she stood on her tippy toes so that they were almost the same height, the mistletoe hanging above their heads.
“You know what the rule is.”
With a blank face, Whitney looks up at the mistletoe, gently grasping it in her paw and for a moment, she looks like she might actually consider the possibility of giving in.
She doesn’t and even when Whitney decides to clunk her on the head with it, Sprinkle never stops smiling.
——
The first few weeks of January brought about a few snowstorms, the temperature cold and the ground icy. One day was particularly cold and even though she was bundled up, Whitney still visibly shivered.
When Sprinkle notices, she immediately goes home, returning after a bit with a cup. She approaches Whitney and before she can say anything, the cup is being extended towards her.
They stare at each other silently for a moment before Sprinkle explains, “It’s hot chocolate.”
A flicker of surprise washes over her face before she carefully takes the cup into her grasp and while she’d never admit this, she was pleased at the sight of marshmallows. She goes to take a sip when Sprinkle interrupts, “By the way, I may or may not have forgotten about it after drinking some of it so it might be more like warm chocolate now … I didn’t touch the marshmallows, though!”
Whitney stares at her for a moment before a smile appears on her face. She gestures for Sprinkle to move back a bit, scooping one of the marshmallows from the cup. Sprinkle obliges with a puzzled look on her face but by the time she understood what was happening, the marshmallow had already bounced off her beak and landed on the ground.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but when Whitney begins to giggle, she can’t help the overwhelming fondness that she feels for the beauty in front of her, understanding that she’d do anything to hear that laugh for the rest of her life.
——
Three days later, Sprinkle was feeling under the weather. Even though she was positive it was just a mild cold, Whitney still worried, taking it upon herself to nurse Sprinkle back to health. She brought over medicine and made soup. Sprinkle protested but she couldn’t deny the warmth that she felt from being cared for.
Once the soup was devoured and the dishes were done, Whitney decided to tease her a bit. “You’re a penguin. How on earth did you catch a cold?”
Sprinkle’s laugh triggers a cough and so she settles for shrugging her shoulder instead, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just special.”
She turned away so that she couldn’t see her smile, “You definitely are” she thought.
——
Once she felt better, Sprinkle discovered that she really enjoyed running around on the beach, her extended flippers making it feel like she could fly. Whitney almost always watched, as if the sight was just about the most important thing she’d ever see but one day, she approaches Sprinkle, her paws behind her back and her steps uncertain. Upon noticing, Sprinkle immediately stills.
“What’s behind your back?” She questioned.
Whitney looked just about ready to faint or flee and quickly presented her with a bouquet of hand picked flowers. The arrangement was beautiful; white and blue flowers in a tiny vase, a snowflake on the front. At the sight, Sprinkle’s eyes began to water, which didn’t go unnoticed by Whitney.
“Don’t get all emotional. It’s not a big deal.”
She smiles, her chin wobbling, “It is, though,” she gently takes the bouquet, hugging it to her chest. Whitney has never been one for sappy stuff; romance never interested her and Hallmark movies made her gag but she’d be lying if she said that the sight in front of her wasn’t the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen.
——
The next snowstorm had Sprinkle dragging Whitney out of her house to build a snowman; she did her best to remind Sprinkle of what had happened the last time she frolicked around in cold weather but when her attempts appeared fruitless, she decided to just go with it.
Sprinkle was shooting off directions as if it were a professional sport; she would be responsible for the head while Whitney would take care of the body. Sounds easy, right?
It wasn’t.
The first attempt, Sprinkle accidentally rolled the snowball into a bush, destroying it. She was distracted throughout the second attempt and by the time she was ready to focus, a dung beetle had already pushed the snowball into the nearby river. Whitney also learnt very quickly that Sprinkle wasn’t good at dimensions when she made the snowball the same size as the body.
The snowman was not pleased. At all.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he deadpans.
Whitney refuses to look, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Sprinkle was laughing. Laughing. The snowman was definitely not amused and Whitney felt as if she had landed herself a role in a low budget Frosty The Snowman movie.
“If I could turn my head, I’d be glaring at you so hard right now.”
Ignoring his complaints, Whitney and Sprinkle locked eyes and just like that, all of the embarrassment faded away.
“I’m glad we met,” Whitney confesses.
Sprinkle’s eyes light up with surprise but most of all, love, “I’m glad we met, too.”
“I’m not,” the snowman chimed in.
But that was okay.
i finished this way sooner than i thought i would but honestly,, i’m pretty proud of it. writing is one of my biggest passions and i love doing it tremendously but with all of the personal stuff that i’ve been dealing with for the last several months + writer’s block, i haven’t really written anything in ages. even if i don’t win anything, i’m happy with how this turned out and it felt really nice to write something again. :’^)
I‘m not sure if my wish to get a participation prize can compete with my inability to write and my fear of people reading my writing Thanks staff as ever for all the events you give us I’ll consider taking part if any wintery inspiration hits me >>
Sprinkle moved in about a month ago. She claimed that it was an impulsive decision and while she never really talked about the home that she’d left behind, I could tell that she was anxious about starting a whole new life. It took a few days for her to begin unpacking (turns out she’s a procrastinator) but seemed at ease once she was no longer encased by emptiness.
She wandered around the island for a week, trying to mesmerize every inch of it. She inspected the signs and chased damselflies around. Sat beneath coconut trees and fished. She was constantly taking pictures, her eyes filled with awe at every new discovery. For a while, I didn’t think it possible for her to like anything more than her dream of becoming famous.
But then she met Whitney.
——
It didn’t take long for Sprinkle to introduce herself and once she had, she took one for the team and decided that she and Whitney were to be best friends. For a split second, I thought that Whitney would be annoyed but with how much Sprinkle talked, I don’t think she had much time to think, anyway.
Sprinkle apparently has a pet pill bug that she named after herself. She wants to be a figure skater one day. She’s a pisces and turns out, pisces and virgo have great compatibility. Within a week, Whitney could probably write an autobiography about Sprinkle if she wanted to. At first, I thought she was just still nervous about having moved here and was just trying to make a friend but then I saw the look in her eye and suddenly, I understood.
——
The holidays were over and the process of taking down the decorations had begun. While Isabelle did most of the work, by the time she was done, there was broken glass everywhere since she kept dropping the ornaments. That was the day I found out she saw a post on Tumblr that recommended replacing swear words with ice cream flavours; she said “strawberry” so many times that it didn’t feel like a real word anymore.
This didn’t bother Whitney, though. I watched as she did her daily yoga at the plaza, her eyes shut in concentration.
“Whitney!”
Her eyes shot open, a frown on her face from being interrupted. We both turn just in time to see Sprinkle waddling towards us, something green clutched to her chest.
“Oh god.”
Sprinkle stops to stand right in front of her, a wide smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. With her came a piece of mistletoe.
Whitney raises her eyebrows, “What exactly do you think you’re doing with that?”
Her smile turned mischievous and she stood on her tippy toes so that they were almost the same height, the mistletoe hanging above their heads.
“You know what the rule is.”
With a blank face, Whitney looks up at the mistletoe, gently grasping it in her paw and for a moment, she looks like she might actually consider the possibility of giving in.
She doesn’t and even when Whitney decides to clunk her on the head with it, Sprinkle never stops smiling.
——
The first few weeks of January brought about a few snowstorms, the temperature cold and the ground icy. One day was particularly cold and even though she was bundled up, Whitney still visibly shivered.
When Sprinkle notices, she immediately goes home, returning after a bit with a cup. She approaches Whitney and before she can say anything, the cup is being extended towards her.
They stare at each other silently for a moment before Sprinkle explains, “It’s hot chocolate.”
A flicker of surprise washes over her face before she carefully takes the cup into her grasp and while she’d never admit this, she was pleased at the sight of marshmallows. She goes to take a sip when Sprinkle interrupts, “By the way, I may or may not have forgotten about it after drinking some of it so it might be more like warm chocolate now … I didn’t touch the marshmallows, though!”
Whitney stares at her for a moment before a smile appears on her face. She gestures for Sprinkle to move back a bit, scooping one of the marshmallows from the cup. Sprinkle obliges with a puzzled look on her face but by the time she understood what was happening, the marshmallow had already bounced off her beak and landed on the ground.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but when Whitney begins to giggle, she can’t help the overwhelming fondness that she feels for the beauty in front of her, understanding that she’d do anything to hear that laugh for the rest of her life.
——
Three days later, Sprinkle was feeling under the weather. Even though she was positive it was just a mild cold, Whitney still worried, taking it upon herself to nurse Sprinkle back to health. She brought over medicine and made soup. Sprinkle protested but she couldn’t deny the warmth that she felt from being cared for.
Once the soup was devoured and the dishes were done, Whitney decided to tease her a bit. “You’re a penguin. How on earth did you catch a cold?”
Sprinkle’s laugh triggers a cough and so she settles for shrugging her shoulder instead, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just special.”
She turned away so that she couldn’t see her smile, “You definitely are” she thought.
——
Once she felt better, Sprinkle discovered that she really enjoyed running around on the beach, her extended flippers making it feel like she could fly. Whitney almost always watched, as if the sight was just about the most important thing she’d ever see but one day, she approaches Sprinkle, her paws behind her back and her steps uncertain. Upon noticing, Sprinkle immediately stills.
“What’s behind your back?” She questioned.
Whitney looked just about ready to faint or flee and quickly presented her with a bouquet of hand picked flowers. The arrangement was beautiful; white and blue flowers in a tiny vase, a snowflake on the front. At the sight, Sprinkle’s eyes began to water, which didn’t go unnoticed by Whitney.
“Don’t get all emotional. It’s not a big deal.”
She smiles, her chin wobbling, “It is, though,” she gently takes the bouquet, hugging it to her chest. Whitney has never been one for sappy stuff; romance never interested her and Hallmark movies made her gag but she’d be lying if she said that the sight in front of her wasn’t the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen.
——
The next snowstorm had Sprinkle dragging Whitney out of her house to build a snowman; she did her best to remind Sprinkle of what had happened the last time she frolicked around in cold weather but when her attempts appeared fruitless, she decided to just go with it.
Sprinkle was shooting off directions as if it were a professional sport; she would be responsible for the head while Whitney would take care of the body. Sounds easy, right?
It wasn’t.
The first attempt, Sprinkle accidentally rolled the snowball into a bush, destroying it. She was distracted throughout the second attempt and by the time she was ready to focus, a dung beetle had already pushed the snowball into the nearby river. Whitney also learnt very quickly that Sprinkle wasn’t good at dimensions when she made the snowball the same size as the body.
The snowman was not pleased. At all.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he deadpans.
Whitney refuses to look, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Sprinkle was laughing. Laughing. The snowman was definitely not amused and Whitney felt as if she had landed herself a role in a low budget Frosty The Snowman movie.
“If I could turn my head, I’d be glaring at you so hard right now.”
Ignoring his complaints, Whitney and Sprinkle locked eyes and just like that, all of the embarrassment faded away.
“I’m glad we met,” Whitney confesses.
Sprinkle’s eyes light up with surprise but most of all, love, “I’m glad we met, too.”
“I’m not,” the snowman chimed in.
But that was okay.
i finished this way sooner than i thought i would but honestly,, i’m pretty proud of it. writing is one of my biggest passions and i love doing it tremendously but with all of the personal stuff that i’ve been dealing with for the last several months + writer’s block, i haven’t really written anything in ages. even if i don’t win anything, i’m happy with how this turned out and it felt really nice to write something again. :’^)
Sprinkle moved in about a month ago. She claimed that it was an impulsive decision and while she never really talked about the home that she’d left behind, I could tell that she was anxious about starting a whole new life. It took a few days for her to begin unpacking (turns out she’s a procrastinator) but seemed at ease once she was no longer encased by emptiness.
She wandered around the island for a week, trying to mesmerize every inch of it. She inspected the signs and chased damselflies around. Sat beneath coconut trees and fished. She was constantly taking pictures, her eyes filled with awe at every new discovery. For a while, I didn’t think it possible for her to like anything more than her dream of becoming famous.
But then she met Whitney.
——
It didn’t take long for Sprinkle to introduce herself and once she had, she took one for the team and decided that she and Whitney were to be best friends. For a split second, I thought that Whitney would be annoyed but with how much Sprinkle talked, I don’t think she had much time to think, anyway.
Sprinkle apparently has a pet pill bug that she named after herself. She wants to be a figure skater one day. She’s a pisces and turns out, pisces and virgo have great compatibility. Within a week, Whitney could probably write an autobiography about Sprinkle if she wanted to. At first, I thought she was just still nervous about having moved here and was just trying to make a friend but then I saw the look in her eye and suddenly, I understood.
——
The holidays were over and the process of taking down the decorations had begun. While Isabelle did most of the work, by the time she was done, there was broken glass everywhere since she kept dropping the ornaments. That was the day I found out she saw a post on Tumblr that recommended replacing swear words with ice cream flavours; she said “strawberry” so many times that it didn’t feel like a real word anymore.
This didn’t bother Whitney, though. I watched as she did her daily yoga at the plaza, her eyes shut in concentration.
“Whitney!”
Her eyes shot open, a frown on her face from being interrupted. We both turn just in time to see Sprinkle waddling towards us, something green clutched to her chest.
“Oh god.”
Sprinkle stops to stand right in front of her, a wide smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. With her came a piece of mistletoe.
Whitney raises her eyebrows, “What exactly do you think you’re doing with that?”
Her smile turned mischievous and she stood on her tippy toes so that they were almost the same height, the mistletoe hanging above their heads.
“You know what the rule is.”
With a blank face, Whitney looks up at the mistletoe, gently grasping it in her paw and for a moment, she looks like she might actually consider the possibility of giving in.
She doesn’t and even when Whitney decides to clunk her on the head with it, Sprinkle never stops smiling.
——
The first few weeks of January brought about a few snowstorms, the temperature cold and the ground icy. One day was particularly cold and even though she was bundled up, Whitney still visibly shivered.
When Sprinkle notices, she immediately goes home, returning after a bit with a cup. She approaches Whitney and before she can say anything, the cup is being extended towards her.
They stare at each other silently for a moment before Sprinkle explains, “It’s hot chocolate.”
A flicker of surprise washes over her face before she carefully takes the cup into her grasp and while she’d never admit this, she was pleased at the sight of marshmallows. She goes to take a sip when Sprinkle interrupts, “By the way, I may or may not have forgotten about it after drinking some of it so it might be more like warm chocolate now … I didn’t touch the marshmallows, though!”
Whitney stares at her for a moment before a smile appears on her face. She gestures for Sprinkle to move back a bit, scooping one of the marshmallows from the cup. Sprinkle obliges with a puzzled look on her face but by the time she understood what was happening, the marshmallow had already bounced off her beak and landed on the ground.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but when Whitney begins to giggle, she can’t help the overwhelming fondness that she feels for the beauty in front of her, understanding that she’d do anything to hear that laugh for the rest of her life.
——
Three days later, Sprinkle was feeling under the weather. Even though she was positive it was just a mild cold, Whitney still worried, taking it upon herself to nurse Sprinkle back to health. She brought over medicine and made soup. Sprinkle protested but she couldn’t deny the warmth that she felt from being cared for.
Once the soup was devoured and the dishes were done, Whitney decided to tease her a bit. “You’re a penguin. How on earth did you catch a cold?”
Sprinkle’s laugh triggers a cough and so she settles for shrugging her shoulder instead, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just special.”
She turned away so that she couldn’t see her smile, “You definitely are” she thought.
——
Once she felt better, Sprinkle discovered that she really enjoyed running around on the beach, her extended flippers making it feel like she could fly. Whitney almost always watched, as if the sight was just about the most important thing she’d ever see but one day, she approaches Sprinkle, her paws behind her back and her steps uncertain. Upon noticing, Sprinkle immediately stills.
“What’s behind your back?” She questioned.
Whitney looked just about ready to faint or flee and quickly presented her with a bouquet of hand picked flowers. The arrangement was beautiful; white and blue flowers in a tiny vase, a snowflake on the front. At the sight, Sprinkle’s eyes began to water, which didn’t go unnoticed by Whitney.
“Don’t get all emotional. It’s not a big deal.”
She smiles, her chin wobbling, “It is, though,” she gently takes the bouquet, hugging it to her chest. Whitney has never been one for sappy stuff; romance never interested her and Hallmark movies made her gag but she’d be lying if she said that the sight in front of her wasn’t the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen.
——
The next snowstorm had Sprinkle dragging Whitney out of her house to build a snowman; she did her best to remind Sprinkle of what had happened the last time she frolicked around in cold weather but when her attempts appeared fruitless, she decided to just go with it.
Sprinkle was shooting off directions as if it were a professional sport; she would be responsible for the head while Whitney would take care of the body. Sounds easy, right?
It wasn’t.
The first attempt, Sprinkle accidentally rolled the snowball into a bush, destroying it. She was distracted throughout the second attempt and by the time she was ready to focus, a dung beetle had already pushed the snowball into the nearby river. Whitney also learnt very quickly that Sprinkle wasn’t good at dimensions when she made the snowball the same size as the body.
The snowman was not pleased. At all.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he deadpans.
Whitney refuses to look, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Sprinkle was laughing. Laughing. The snowman was definitely not amused and Whitney felt as if she had landed herself a role in a low budget Frosty The Snowman movie.
“If I could turn my head, I’d be glaring at you so hard right now.”
Ignoring his complaints, Whitney and Sprinkle locked eyes and just like that, all of the embarrassment faded away.
“I’m glad we met,” Whitney confesses.
Sprinkle’s eyes light up with surprise but most of all, love, “I’m glad we met, too.”
“I’m not,” the snowman chimed in.
But that was okay.
i finished this way sooner than i thought i would but honestly,, i’m pretty proud of it. writing is one of my biggest passions and i love doing it tremendously but with all of the personal stuff that i’ve been dealing with for the last several months + writer’s block, i haven’t really written anything in ages. even if i don’t win anything, i’m happy with how this turned out and it felt really nice to write something again. :’^)
View attachment 351869 Bro, that got me so emotional. I love their dynamic, they're so cute. You're over here making me ship them haha.
Your writing is superb!
It was night, the clock is ticking, the moon gleams at the dark sky, and the snow blankets the island. The villagers during this time were in their houses, snuggling comfortably in their beds.
Raymond was in a deep sleep on his bed. As a result, he began to have this recurring dream. An ominous figure in that dream began speaking thoughts of what test will he give to Raymond.
“Raymond, do you ever think about your fears?” asked the mysterious figure.
”No, I haven’t” Raymond stuttered.
Raymond, knowing that he had a weakness looked on to the shadow with feelings of remorse. He wanted to admit his fear of losing things but he held back last moment. The ominous figure then gave him the ticket.
”here, with this ticket, you must not lose the ticket. Without it, you will never find your destination” The figure warned.
The figure gave the ticket to Raymond, knowing full well that he will fail the trial.
It was morning, the sun is shining and the villagers had their breakfast and began cleaning the snow off the road. Raymond was still tucked in the bed, with the ticket now on his hand began to wonder what use will the ticket have for him. Later, he went outside with the ticket now tightly secured on his pocket. He saw Lolly tending the flowers at the park. Knowing that he wanted advice, he ran towards her while paying no heed to the ticket.
As he ran, the ticket began to fall of from his pocket. But he didn’t pay attention to the now lost ticket.
“Lolly, I need your help!” Raymond shouted.
“What is it that you need, Raymond?” she asked curiously.
“About the dream I have and the ticket, are they connected? what should I do with the ticket for the destination?” he said.
Raymond reaches for the ticket only to found out that it fell of from his pocket. In the state of shock, Raymond pleads Lolly to help find the ticket. Lolly then agrees because of her curiosity of the ticket he’s asking about. They thread around the island for the fabled ticket. And they searched high and low for the ticket. After hours of searching, Raymond and Lolly are tired. With no ticket in sight, they are on the verge of giving up. Soon, the figure from his dream showed up with the ticket in hand.
“Looking for this?” the figure taunted.
”You.....you made me go through your trials...just for you to declare yourself a winner in the end?” Raymond growled.
”As expected from a cat with such low standards, you would be lucky if it wasn’t for your nine lives!” the figure scowled.
”If that’s the case, then I will fight you for a trial instead!” Raymond answered.
”Very well, that is...if you are sure of your victory” the figure scoffed.
Raymond drew out his two daggers, while the ominous figure drew out a powerful scythe. the figure swings out the scythe with his massive power and distance. Raymond with his speed and light footwork managed to dodged the first swings.
He dodged swiftly to its left and right swings. The scythe swings hardly keep up with his speed.
But the figure soon catches up to Raymond. Raymond was then hit by the scythes’ power slowing down his speed. Raymond fell to the ground paralyzed in the process.
As the ominous figure laughs at Raymond’s futile attempts,
Lolly then decided to help Raymond by distracting the figure. Raymond took advantage of the figures‘ distraction. Finding the weak spot, he saw a dark orb on his chest.
Raymond then takes aim towards the weak spot with his dagger. He knew that orb was the key to its existence and the only way to defeat it is to break the orb. As he threw the dagger towards the dark orb, it pierces the orb
and the orb releases pillars of light. The villagers soon took notice of the blinding light at the park.The rest of them arrived, looking at the dark fragments scattering towards the sky. Raymond, looks up with the faint smile.
“You are safe now, it will never trick you anymore.” Raymond assured.
”Raymond....” Lolly said.
He smiles to Lolly that he is thankful of her help. Lolly cried as he began to close his eyes. With an hour passed, the ticket fell from the sky and on to Raymond’s hand. Raymond soon opened his eyes.
He can’t believe that the ticket is back in his hands. He smiled as he looked at the ticket. Lolly smiled too. With Raymond’s foot yet to recover from the fight, they walked slowly towards home happily.
The odds are not stacked in my favour. Also gotta brush up on my writing, I've technically never done fanart writing before, only my own created stuff.
What determines some 'winning points' amongst staff? Like, does the story need humor can it be anythin as long as it's a 'good story?
Also when I put my entry in can I put the entry itself in a spoiler? Just so it keeps my post short I don't want to clutter the web page with more long posts.
omg new event, super exciting!!
my writing is very very rusty, but I'm thrilled to at least have an opportunity to try ❤ cant wait to take all the headcanons i have out for a spin!
It doesn't need to fit a certain genre. It could be well-written. It could make us laugh. The most important thing is that it engages us and makes us feel something. I have the emotional range of a rock so good luck.
The odds are not stacked in my favour. Also gotta brush up on my writing, I've technically never done fanart writing before, only my own created stuff.
What determines some 'winning points' amongst staff? Like, does the story need humor can it be anythin as long as it's a 'good story?
Also when I put my entry in can I put the entry itself in a spoiler? Just so it keeps my post short I don't want to clutter the web page with more long posts.
This is correct. As long as it relates to either of the two themes (winter or Animal Crossing) we will accept it. Meeting both themes is accepted too, of course!
Thanks staff as ever for all the events you give us 
